Kavya Jayakumar

“I would lose my life for you before finding something else worth living for.”
― Lauren Roberts

“There is no such thing as fighting dirty, I told Nash, if you win”
― Stephine Garber

“I am no Elite. And that is all you see when looking at me-everything I am not. So let me tell you what I am." She takes a deep breath, the scar above her heart rising and falling. "I am power earned, not gifted. I became one of you. Observant enough to pose as a Psychic, strong enough to survive your Trials. Over and over, I have proved myself worthy of your loyalty.
"But I have faced far worse things than my own powerlessness." She lifts an arm, running fingers over the scar beneath her collarbone. "I once wore this carving with shame, but now it is proof of my survival. No ability could have withstood what I alone have." A smile touches her lips. "A king left his mark upon my heart, and now, I will leave mine across his kingdom."
I've never seen something so beautiful, so bold, so blatantly right for me, for this kingdom, this hope of a united Ilya. And I fear I may forever be in awe of her. Looking at Paedyn Gray, I see a reckless sort of fearlessness, a power that swells from her vibrant soul.
"The Plague runs through my blood, same as yours." Paedyn's voice is clear, carrying over the silent throne room. "But it did not bless me with strength, I took it."
Stepping to the edge of the dais, she lets her gaze wander over the crowd. "I am Ordinary. Elite. A power of my choosing. And I will be your queen-all that I am and fiercely what I am not.”
― Lauren Roberts, Fearless

“I will show you my bravery, my benevolence, my brutality. I will survive these Trials and so much more. Still, you will likely hate me." She lifts her chin, expression deceitfully calm. "So bow at my feet with a sneer, if you must. I won't see it with your face to the ground.”
― Lauren Roberts, Fearless