They had been dreams borrowed from stories, dreams she had clung to because she had yet to imagine her own dreams.
She hoped that he would argue with her- she hoped that he would fight for her. She hoped despite everything that he would choose her.
If hope were a pair of wings, Evangeline's were stretching out behind her, eager to take flight again.
Hope is a powerful thing. Some say it's a different breed of magic altogether. Elusive, difficult to hold on to. But not much is needed.
But the problem with hope was also what made it so wonderful. Once a bit of hope had come to life, it was difficult to kill.
There were no kisses worth dying for. No souls worth merging with. There were many beautiful young men in the world, but Tella believed none of them could be trusted with something as fragile, or vulnerable as a heart.
I’m going to go back and stop your son from killing her.”The queen’s face fell. For a moment, she looked as old as the years she’d spent lying in a suspended state. “That is not a small mistake to fix. If you do this, Time will take something equally valuable from you.”The Fate gave the queen a look more vicious than any curse. “There is nothing of equal value to me.
