Julia

“We would be stories long after we were gone. Imperfect, inaccurate stories. Stories that could never even come close to reality”
― Alwyn Hamilton, Hero at the Fall

“The tales would be imperfect; the legends would be incomplete. And each and every one of us standing in the garden that night would take an entire universe of stories with us when we died, the accounts of every small moment that did not seem grand enough to storytellers, which would disappear in smoke when our bodies were burned.”
― Alwyn Hamilton, Hero at the Fall

“Seemed like the only way into the city these days was by being dragged through the gates as a prisoner with a hand around your neck. Lucky me.”
― Alwyn Hamilton, Traitor to the Throne

“And suddenly, the once-nameless boy knew he didn't want a stolen name, tarnished with use. What he wanted desperately was a name good enough to give to this girl.”
― Alwyn Hamilton, Traitor to the Throne