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This was why love was so dangerous. Love turned the world into a garden, so beguiling it was easy to forget that rose petals were as ephemeral as feelings, eventually they would wilt and die, leaving nothing but the thorns.
She liked the thrill that came with taking risks. She loved the feeling of doing something bold enough to make her future hold its breath
But, Tella also knew not every gamble paid off.
He looked like a freshly woken storm, or a beautiful nightmare come to life so he could personally haunt her.
People tossed around the word sorry far too easily, as if it were worth even less than the promise of a copper.
“The key to a charade like this is to forget it’s an act. Invite the lie to play until you become so comfortable with it that it feels like the truth.
Tella was the sister who would destroy the world if anything happened to Scarlett, but Scarlett’s world would be destroyed if anything happened to Tella.
The Tella who’d never died might have given up and taken her chances with Death. But that girl had died, literally.
“Where do you want me to take you?” “Somewhere to forget.”
“Fate is only an idea, but I think by believing in it we turn it into something more. You just said you’ve avoided love because you’ve believed it wasn’t in your future, and so it hasn’t been.”
but judging her based on a moment like that is the same as reading one page from a book and assuming you know the whole story.”
Good was the word people used to describe how they slept at night and bread fresh out of the fire. But Dante was more like the fire. No one called a fire good. Fires were hot, burning things children were warned not to play with.
She’d accepted the cards she’d been given and turned them into her fate because it felt like the only way to protect herself after her mother left.
But maybe if Tella chose to reject what she’d seen in the cards then she could have a new destiny. One where she didn’t have to be afraid of love.
Tella would be damned before she allowed any of them to use her like a pawn on a game board again.
It should have made her feel ready to conquer the world. Instead, she couldn’t shake the heavy sensation that the world was preparing to conquer her.
Paradise merely said she loved trouble. But I believe what she really loved was life.”
“Not everyone gets a true ending. There are two types of endings because most people give up at the part of the story where things are the worst, where the situation feels hopeless. But that’s when hope is needed most. Only those who persevere can find their true ending.”
Her heart was still a little heavy, but she’d decided carrying it around would only make her stronger.
