The girl was dead if her lifeless body had not confirmed it, then it would have been made clear by the horrible scream of the Fate who held her in his arms. The story curse was familiar with pain, but this was agony, the sort of raw grief that was only seen once in a century. The Fate was every tear that anyone had ever shed for lost love. He was pain given form.
~The Ballad of Never After
"You want me to bring her back?"
"No." Evangeline replied. But it was too quick .
A smile tugged at the corner of Jack's mouth "Jealous. Little Fox?"
"Absolutely not- I don't like it when you use your powers to control people."
"You've asked me to do it in the past"
"I had a good reason."
"I actually believe you would have done the North a tremendous favor by ridding it of your stepsister, but we can always fix that mistake later. Jacks rolled a black apple
back and forth across the edge of the table with his palm. "Now, did you want something? Or just my attention?"
"you're asking the wrong girl, Jacks. Unlike her, I know you're not a God."
"yet you're the one who prayed at my church."
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She used to think love was like a house. Once it was built, a person got to live in it forever.
But now she wondered if love was more like a war with new foes constantly appearing and battles creeping up. Winning at love was less about succeeding in a battle and more about continuing to fight, to choose the person you loved as the one you were willing to die for, over and over.
- Evangeline Fox
Happy endings can be caught, but they are difficult to hold on to. They are dreams that want to escape the night. They are treasures with wings. They are wild, feral, reckless things that need to be constantly chased, or they will certainly run away.
~The Ballad of Never After
Truth is often bitter, particularly when a person has been tasting more enjoyable lies.
To remedy, you will need to erase the sweet taste of falsehood.
He looked like ethereal heartbreak.
"If you wish to break the spell on Apollo, your only option is to marry him. Or do I need to remind you how desperate a broken heart makes you? How it hurts so much that it compelled you to make a deal with a devil like me? Do you really want to call off your wedding and leave Apollo like that forever in love with someone who will never feel the same way? It wasn't that long ago that I saw you in my church, willing to promise me almost anything to make the pain stop. Was that a lie? Or have you already forgotten the way heartbreak rips apart the soul piece by piece, how it turns you into a masochist,making you long for the thing that just eviscerated you untill there's nothing left of you to be destroyed."
~Once upon a broken heart
He felt like a fire that consumed instead of warmed. And yet there must have been a part of her that wanted to be scorched, or at least singed.
She really tried, not to look at him again.
But she was like the tide drawn by the tremendous force of the moon. It was not wonder waves were always crashing; they must have hated the pull as much as she did.
- Evengeline Fox
I don't forget kindness.
Hope is a difficult thing to kill. Just a spark of it can start a fire.
Fates weren't dangerous because they were evil; the Fates were dangerous because they couldn't tell the difference between good and evil.
~ Once Upon a Broken Heart
This close, he was undeniably attractive, and taller than she'd realized. He gave her a real smile, revealing a pair of dimples that briefly made him look more angel than devil. But she imagined even angels would need to beware of him. She could picture him flashing those deceptive dimples as he tricked an angel into losing its wings just so he could play with the feathers.
"It's you," she whispered. "You're the Prince of Hearts."
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All stories are made of both truths and lies. What matters is the way that we believe in them.
~Once upon a broken heart
"I love you."
He closed his eyes for a split second at those words, the lightness in his chest moving, rolling, until it was weighing him so heavy he couldn't breathe.
He wasn't a believer, but she was his miracle.
He didn't know if what happened inside him where she was concerned was love. It felt wrong to say that. Love was light, love was beautiful, love was pure. What he felt was dark, obsessive, deviant, and utterly possessive. He would kill for her, as he always had, and would die for her.if need be. He would slay her demons and give her the sword to slay them if she wanted. He would hold her close and protect her from anything wanting to tarnish her being.
He wondered if there would ever be an end to this obsession, to this deep, dark need that breathed inside him with her heartbeats. For six years, it had only grown bigger, until it had consumed every single part of him, and he wondered if there was more of him left to consume. It was a marvel, how this tiny girl who had never been on anyone's radar had found herself embraced in the arms of death.
A girl who had crashed into his life, a light glow in the dark, thrusting life into his cold, dead heart.
Now a woman who had beaten odds, every single day, and come out rising on the other side, with so much life inside her he wondered how a single being could contain it. It had been that life that had hooked him, the vitality that fed into his void, the absolute to his abyss.
He had stayed with her when she'd been broken and given her all the tools she needed to gather the pieces. He had glued the pieces together and kissed her scars, making her belong in a way her heart had hungered for so deeply.
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~The Annihilator
The fire, once terrifying, was now her lover, and it was this fire that had purified her, reset her, rekindled her.
-Luna Caine
Cruelty always cut the hand striking the blade.
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