These hands don't have magic." Daniel looked down at his palms. "But they can still do good, Kendra. Magic is extraordinary, a gift I will always marvel over. But it doesn't determine a person's worth, what they choose to believe in. Our dreams are fluid, just as we are. They change as we change.
Losing beauty was easy.Overlooking it, forgetting it, hardening yourself so much you could no longer be surprised or overwhelmed by it.I pulled back, taking in the strong line of his jaw, the sharp edge of cheekbone and the skin now warm from the rising sun. The trick was in holding on to it. Protecting it.
Beauty
Perfect beauty could be so ugly.
I walked forward simply because there was no going back.
Ya, Fantasy
What drove me now was a force beyond elementals, beyond time.It was the force of a thousand years of history, the collected voices of generations of ondines, the desires of those who’d lived and died. It was the dreams of my mother, the regrets of my grandmother, the forgotten promise of every Irisavie back to the first.
History
Love was as flawed and terrible and beautiful as we were. To be alive meant looking for it in ourselves and in others, an imperfection searching for an impossible perfection.Because in that journey was where truth resided.Love wasn’t about being held. It was about being freed.
Love, Freedom, Searching
I could stand alone because I knew I was not alone.
Courage, Strength
He can't give you a future.""I know. Because I make my own future.
Relationships, Future