Lishy

“No!” Lancelot’s helmet is gone now. I can see the scruff on his chin now, the dark blond hair matted in sweat against his forehead. “I can’t lose you; I won’t lose her….”
“You’ll lose us both if you don’t let me try,” Merlin says.”
― Tracy Deonn, Bloodmarked

“We had faith,” he says quietly. “That you’d know how to get us all out safely.”
“And if I didn’t?”
We look at each other for a long moment, then to Sel, and back to each other. When he finally speaks, Nick’s voice is warm enough to wrap the three of us together, a bond of its own. “Then the world would be broken in more ways than one.”
― Tracy Deonn, Bloodmarked

“Wishes are the dangerous mind games we play with ourselves. The only way to win is not to play.”
― Tracy Deonn, Bloodmarked

“Lancelot grasps my face in both palms and holds it tight. “Come back, Bree. Come back to us.”
My root has left me. The only thing of my own here, the only thing that kept me safe in this hellscape. “No…” I shake my head.
“Please.” Merlin’s voice is nearly unrecognizable. “Come back to us.”
― Tracy Deonn, Bloodmarked