Victoria Aveyard

Attend to your own fate.

She was happy, yes, in her own way, as best as she knew.But there__ a difference between a single candle in darkness and a sunrise.

Cameron, my heart is quite literally in this,

I'm a Red girl in a sea of Silvers and I can't afford to feel sorry for anyone, least of all the son of a snake.

While we are together, I will never suffer a prison again.

One day you men will learnto pay attention and all the world willtremble.

They are dead. We are dead. It is over.

In what life can I trust anything out of your mouth ever again?

There's a reason my only friends are written words

Words can lie. See beyond them.

So you choose him?''Cal betrayed me, and I betrayed him. And you betrayed us both, in a thousand different ways.' The words are heavy as stone but right. So right. 'I choose no one.

histories of the world before our own. That was a world of empires, of corruption, of war-and more freedom than I've ever known. But the people of that time are gone, their dreams in ruin, existing only in smoke and ash.

In the palace, during my imprisonment, I learned that Maven had been made by his mother, formed into the monster he became. There is nothing on earth that can change him or what she did. But Cal was made too. All of us were made by someone else, and all of us have some thread of steel that nothing and no one can cut. I thought Cal was immune to the corruptive temptation of power. How wrong I was. He was born to be a king. It's what he was made for. It's what he was made to want.

Red blood is just so hard to clean up" "You would know" I snap remembering Shade. "Because no matter how hard you try to hid it I see it all over your hands

You want me to pin my entire operation, the entire revolution on some teenaged love story? I can't believe this.

I am married to a prince who will one day be a king. Usually this is where the fairy tale ends. Stories don't go much further than this moment, and I fear there's a good reason for it. A sense of dread hung over today, a black cloud I still can't get rid of. It is an unease deep in the heart of me, feeding off my strength.

The only person in my head is me.Tibe is not the same. The crown has changed him, as you feared it would.The fire is in him, the fire that will burn all the world.And it is in your son, in the prince who will never change his blood and will never sit a throne. The only person in my head is me. The only person who has not changed is you. You are still the little girl in a dusty room, forgotten, unwanted, out of place. You are the queen of everything, mother to a beautiful son, wife to a king who loves you, and still you cannot find it in yourself to smile. Still you make nothing. Still you are empty. The only person in your head is you. And she is no one of any importance. She is nothing

Thank you,_ I whisper. Words I never thought I would say to her. They unsettle us both.___ou want to thank me, Barrow?_ she mutters, kicking away the last of my bindings. __hen keep your word. And let this fucking place burn._ (300)