Thalia Rocha
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“When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.”
― A Game of Thrones
― A Game of Thrones
“The demons faded, and a smirk spread. "You're starting to sound like an assassin, my friend." "Perhaps I spend too much time around you.”
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―
“Come on, Feyre. We don’t bite. Unless you ask us to.”
― A Court of Mist and Fury
― A Court of Mist and Fury
“You came back," He said, as if that were an answer.
They joined hands.
So the world ended.
And the next one began.
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They were infinite.
They were the beginning and the ending; they were eternity.
The king standing before them gaped as the shield of flame died out to reveal Aelin and Dorian, hand in hand, glowing like newborn gods as their magic entwined.
"YOUR MINE," the man raged. He became darkness; folded himself into the powers he carried, as if he were nothing but malice on a dark wind.
He struck them, swallowed them.
But they held tighter to each other, past and present and future; flickering between an ancient hall in a mountain castle perched above Orynth, a bridge suspended between glass towers, and another place, perfect and strange, where they had been crafted from stardust and light.
A wall of night knocked them back. But they could not be contained.
The darkness paused for a breath.
They erupted.”
―
They joined hands.
So the world ended.
And the next one began.
------------------------------
They were infinite.
They were the beginning and the ending; they were eternity.
The king standing before them gaped as the shield of flame died out to reveal Aelin and Dorian, hand in hand, glowing like newborn gods as their magic entwined.
"YOUR MINE," the man raged. He became darkness; folded himself into the powers he carried, as if he were nothing but malice on a dark wind.
He struck them, swallowed them.
But they held tighter to each other, past and present and future; flickering between an ancient hall in a mountain castle perched above Orynth, a bridge suspended between glass towers, and another place, perfect and strange, where they had been crafted from stardust and light.
A wall of night knocked them back. But they could not be contained.
The darkness paused for a breath.
They erupted.”
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