But the problem with wanting something you can't have, or shouldn't have, is that the second it seems possible, all reason flees. Reason and wanting go well together only when reason encourages a person to get what they want. Any reason opposed to this want becomes the enemy.
~A curse for true love
He was like a poisoned fairy fruit - one bite ruined a person for anything else.
Evangeline finally tore her hands free, reared back, and pointed her dagger directly at his heart. Her hands were shaking but her voice was still furious and hurt. "I saw your portrait in the scandal sheets along with a story about everyone you murdered last night!"
"I didn't murder anyone last night."
"You killed someone in front of me"
"That wasn't murder. He was trying to kill you.
I deserve this" he said. "I probably deserve a lot worse. But this is not the day to kill me. I'm trying very hard to keep you alive."
Jacks grabbed her and flipped her over, trapping her beneath him.
"yes, I'm a murderer. I enjoy hurting people; I like blood, and I like pain. I'm a monster but whether you remember it or not, I'm your monster Evangeline"
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.
He wanted a piece of her. To keep her. To use her for later.
At least that's what he'd told himself.
She was only a key.
A human.
She wasn't an obsession.
She wasn't his.
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She craned her neck to see his face. Wet hair covered her eyes and rain obscured her vision. But when she finally glimsed her rescuer, the world was suddenly brighter.
He was beautiful. Inhuman. A warrior angel with blue eyes and golden hair and a face that made Evangeline think that writing poetry should be her
new hobby. He almost appeared to be glowing. It made her wonder if he was right, if maybe she really was half dead and he was the angel taking her to heaven.
~ A curse for true love
It was the sort of voice she would have obeyed even if her life hadn't depended on it. It wasn't kind, but it was full of power and sharp as an arrow's tip.
Hoping and imagining and believing in magic had always been like breathing to Evangeline.
~ A Curse for True Love
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
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