Morgan Rhodes

Darkness became her world...

Magic will find those with pure hearts, even when all seems lost.

I haven't believed in magic because I don't believe in anything that I haven't seen with my own eyes. Therefore, I must go to Paelsia as soon as I can and learn the truth for myself

Magic will find those with pure heats, even when all seems lost. And love is the greatest magic of all. I know this to be true.

All magic comes with a price. A price that is never revealed until after the damage has been done.

I believe in magic. In evil sorceresses who deep down are really beautiful princesses. I believe in immortals who live in a different world than this one, accessible by magical stone wheels.

Memories of one's past are tainted. There are no truths to be found in them.

Later, they also found a camp of outlaws who, when offered the chance to join the rebel ranks, unsheathed their daggers and threatened to cut the three into tiny, bloody pieces and eat them for dinner. They too that as a firm no.

My grief has burrowed into me like a dark thing that eats away at my life.

You must continue to believe with all your heart. Sometimes belief is all if takes to make something real.

I believe we make our own destinies, every last one of us.

But there was nothing else she could be right now except strong.

I think most are too afraid to see the truth.

She was murdered by rebels.' He took in her unconcealed look of shock. 'So there you go. Something for you to celebrate.' Magnus turned away from her, ready to find solace in his chambers, but the princess grabbed his arm to stop him. He sent a dark look at her over his shoulder. 'I would never celebrate death, no matter whose it is,' she said, her gaze filled with anger and something else. Something that looked vaguely like sympathy. 'Come now, I'm sure you wouldn't mourn any Damora.' 'I know very well what it's like to lose a parent in a tragic way.' 'Oh, yes, we have so much in common. Maybe we should get married.

Believe in magic. Believe in the impossible

Evil is a choice one makes, not a natural state of being.

One could get bored even with beauty when one was constantly surrounded by it.

After having grown up surrounded by so much manufactured beauty, Amara had come to want something different. Something that wasn't necessarily beautiful. Something imperfect, interesting, and perhaps even ugly.