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"You're beautiful, Sybil Delling," he said, brimstone in his voice. "You're strong and smart and clever." He grasped the nape of my neck and held me like he needed to.
"But I like it best when you're wrong."

I looked up at the gargoyle, lifting-straining—to understand a truth that lingered just out of sight. "The story always seems to return to one place, doesn't it? It always returns to the tor."

"Oh, Bartholomew, I was forlorn without you. What a marvelous capability for love I have."

"Look at me, knave."
His chest heaved once, twice. When Rory's eyes finally rose and his gaze collided with mine, the impact was indeed that of a magical stone object: transportive and destructive. I was whole, and I was in pieces.
Let him remember. There was no one left to pray to. But hed known me. In gossamer, in armor, in nothing at all, he'd known me. He knew me now—he had to.

I’m UNWELL

"No one ever accused me of being clever."
"What's your name, knave?"
"What's yours?" <3

Rory is more angsty than I ever could have dreamed!!

And I didn't know anything, only that I'd been full of fear and doubt since waking in the Stonewater Kingdom.
But there was no fear in me now, and even less doubt. I knew exactly who she was.
My lips, my tongue, were already familiar with the shape of her name. "Sybil." <3

“Once, in Aisling Cathedral, I'd walked on tiptoe, afraid to make the barest echo upon the cold stone floors. Now my boots pounded and my armor rattled, the sound of me immense, the mightiness of my body my final companion.”