Kylee

“I might not know who the thirty-seventh king of Aphelion was, but at least I know how to throw a fucking punch.”
― Nisha J. Tuli, Trial of the Sun Queen

“I feel a terrible rapping inside my ribcage, and the fact that it’s my heart making the god-awful racket is terrifying. My heart’s only function is to keep me alive so I can reign victorious in battle.”
― Jessa Kane, Queen Sized

“Win’s choice is not superior, nor is she pressured into it. Win’s choice is just that. Her choice.”
― Hannah Bonam-Young, Out on a Limb

“Kiss me.” That’s her saying it, not me.  “Go on a date with me.”  I feel her chest rise with a deep inhale. “Take me home with you.” I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but instead of saying yes, I plead, “Go on a date with me.”  “Zee.” She pulls back, and just like that, the song is over as well as the night. Immediately I’m swarmed with people, shaking my hand, saying good night. It’s overwhelming, to say the least, but all I want is a different answer from the girl who seems to be drifting further away from me as tonight’s guests bombard my space. My gaze continues to flicker to the beauty in blue, but eventually, my attention is pulled to the mass of people I have to thank for coming out tonight. And when I look back to where she was standing, she’s gone.”
― Liz Tomforde, Mile High