Some sought revenge against their mortal enemies with the edge of a sword. Her plan for vengeance began with the edge of a smile.

Magnus had come to a horrible realization. One he knew would cause him nothing but pain and suffering from that day forward. But there was no changing the truth of it. He had fallen in love with her.

Tears aren’t just for babies. They’re proof that you feel something and aren’t afraid to show it. It’s those that won’t ever allow themselves to cry that are the weak ones.

I’ll rest up. As soon as I take care of the horses for his majesty.” “See you tomorrow.” She went up on her tiptoes to kiss Nic’s cheek. At the last moment he turned his face so she kissed his lips instead. This earned her a newly brightened ear-to-ear grin. “Till tomorrow, princess.

I’m just trying to make sense of everything and finding that nothing at all makes sense.

But you should remember that charm opens far more doors than harsh words do.” “And a sharp ax will open every door.

Choices, princess. Life seems to be all about them.

If I’m to die a mortal, why shouldn’t the same fate be given to all, no matter how long they’ve lived or how important they think they are? All things must eventually come to an end.

Everyone mourned when their loved ones died.

It’s when we feel the most uncertain,” her mother had told her, “that we must appear at our most confident. To show weakness is to allow others to prey upon it. Now brush your hair, lift your chin, and pretend you are the most powerful person in the room.