Léa

“I miss him,” I whisper, enable to hold Cal’s gaze. “I miss who I thought he was.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Glass Sword

“There are pieces of me, small pieces, still in love with a fiction.”
― Victoria Aveyard, King's Cage

“It’s not something you can control, Mare,” he replies, still standing so far away. “We can’t choose who we love. I wish, more than anything, that we could.” I feel cracked open. My skin still runs hot from Cal’s embrace, remembering the feel of him only moments ago. But in the deepest part of me, in spite of every fiber of my being, I think beyond the clearing, to ice-colored eyes, an empty promise, and a kiss aboard a boat.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Glass Sword

“I still had sting my eyes, prickling at Maven’s memory. It’s hard to forget him as he was. No. As he pretended to be. The kind, forgotten boy. The shadow of the flame.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Glass Sword