Clare CRHL

“One generation to change the text. One generation chooses to teach that text. The next grows, and the lie becomes history.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Violence,' he says softly, 'did Aetos touch you after I told you about Athebyne?'

'What?' My brow furrows, and I shove an errant strand of hair out of my face as the wind swirls around us.

'Like this.' He lifts his hands to my cheek. 'His power requires touching someone's face. Did he touch you like this?'

My lips part. 'Yes, but that's how he always touches me. He would n-never...' I sputter. 'I would know if he read my memories.'

Xaden's face falls, and his hand slips downward, cradling the back of my neck. 'No, Violence. Trust me, you wouldn't.' There's no accusation in his tone, just a resignation that hurts what's left of my heart.

'He wouldn't.' I shake my head. Dain is a lot of things, but he would never violate me like that, never take something I hadn't offered. Except he tried once.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“The right way isn’t the only way.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“I loved you before I ever set eyes on you,” he said. “Please,” Nesryn wept. Sartaq’s hand tightened on hers. “I wish we’d had time.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Tower of Dawn