Mai

“Wie niet waagt, wint niet - helaas is er geen garantie dat wie wél waagt, niet verliest.”
― Ish Ait Hamou

“I'd never thought about what my favorite color was before. It never seemed important.
Not until I looked into a pair of ocean blue eyes and realized that perhaps drowning was a beautiful thing.
Not until I looked into a pair of fiery blue eyes and realized that perhaps burning was a painless thing.
Not until I looked into a pair of sky blue eyes and realized that perhaps falling was a peaceful thing.
I'd never thought about what my favorite color was before because I hadn't seen one that was worthy of the title. Until now, that is.
‘Blue,’ I say, my voice low.”
― Lauren Roberts, Powerless

“I'm not one of your soldiers, Kai." "You're right, you aren't." He strides towards me, and the sight of him so bloody is suddenly intimidating. But I force myself to stand my ground when he halts before me, close enough now for me to see his smoky eyes turn to ice. "My soldiers don't mean anything to me. They are expendable and easy to replace." His chest heaves, his eyes locked with mine. "So yes, Gray. You aren't one of my soldiers.”
― Lauren Roberts, Powerless

“At least you kept your promise. You stayed alive long enough to stab me in the back." He laughs bitterly, remembering the attack after the first ball when I tended to his wound. "And now I promise to return the favor." His voice strains with emotion. "Run, Paedyn. Because when I catch you, I will not miss. I will not falter. I will not make the mistake of feeling for you.”
― Lauren Roberts, Powerless