w e l c o m e

The sun was out for once, and Inej had turned her face to it. Her eyes were shut, her oil-black lashes fanned over her cheeks. The harbour wind had lifted her dark hair, and for a moment Kaz was a boy again, sure that there was magic in this world.

“I have a curse. I have a gift. I’m a monster. I’m more than human. My touch Is lethal. My touch is power. I am their weapon. I will fight back. ”

But Rose Calloway was different. She was fashionable. But not a sorority girl. She was a genius on paper. But not a team player. She was quick to loathe others. But not against loving. She was a complicated equation that didn’t need to be solved.

Kestrel felt a slow, slight throb, a shimmer in the blood. She knew it well. Her worst trait. Her best trait. The desire to come out on top, to set her opponent under her thumb. A streak of pride. Her mind ringed with hungry rows of foxlike teeth.

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         This was not allowed… But it was. The truth was sliding into the light.

“The great joy and honour of my life has been to know you. To call you my family. And I am grateful - more than I can possibly say - that I was given this time with you all.”

“What’s fun about Bloodlines is it’s a different kind of strength we’re seeing in a young woman. Rose was obviously strong physically and getting into fights and punching her enemies. She was literally a strong, fierce woman. Sydney is quieter. It’s an intellectual strength, and I think that’s important to show, too. There’s a lot of ways to assert yourself and be a strong person.”  ‒  Richelle Mead

You’re a fucking lioness, Rose.

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She didn’t know what to do with it, that rage. It still burned and hunted her, still made her want to rip and roar and rend the world into pieces. She felt it all—too keenly, too sharply. Hated and cared and loved and dreaded, more than other people, she sometimes thought.

“Some people are finicky about going to the theater alone, but I’m not. Because when the lights go down, the only relationship left in the room is the one between the movie and me.”

It’s a fitting punishment for a monster. To want something so much– to hold it in your arms– and know beyond a doubt you will never deserve it.

What about the rest of us? What about the nobodies and the nothings, the invisible girls? We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. We learn to wring magic from the ordinary. That was how you survived when you weren’t chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins. When the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway.

Out of old habit, I put my hand on my collarbone, touching a cross that was no longer there. Don’t let them change me, I prayed silently.

Never had he wanted something this badly, and held it in his hands knowing that tomorrow it would be gone, traded for the high cliffs of Ios, and the uncertain futureacross the border, the chance to stand before his brother, to ask him for all the answers that no longer seemed important. A kingdom, or this.

“To the stars who listen—and the dreams that are answered.”