#*tfota

❝    Tell me what I must slay, what I must steal, tell me the riddle I must solve or the hag I must trick. Only tell me the way, and I will do it, no matter the danger, no matter the hardship, no matter the cost.    ❞

he looks at me for a long moment, but his gaze is mild, as though he’s expecting me to be fine with exile. as though i am nothing more than one of his petitioners. as though i am nothing at all.

“But kissing Locke never felt the way that kissing Cardan does, like taking a dare to run over knives, like an adrenaline strike of lightning, like the moment when you've swum too far out in the sea and there is no going back, only cold black water closing over your head.”

What could I become if I stopped worrying about death, about pain, about anything? If I stopped trying to belong? Instead of being afraid, I could become something to fear.

@tfotadaily​ tournament two: courts & circles  ↳ circle of lark

“Instead of being afraid, I could become something to fear.”

“I know humans can lie, but to watch you do it is incredible. Do it again.”