Say ye love me.Even if its not true, let me keep th' words.
-Nate to Bertie
Tell me you love me, at least as much as you love him.
-Ariel to Bertie
You must be mistaking me for someone else with silver hair.
Lisa MantchevThe fairies put on their thinking caps, which were red and pointy.
Lisa MantchevThis has been such a Monday! I wish I stayed in bed, and I wish that yesterday had never happened.
Lisa MantchevMots clés monday
Never mistake complacence for the illusion of control. She is like wildfire, at once utterly beguiling and wholly untameable.
Lisa MantchevWhat's past is prologue, and the world awaits.
Lisa MantchevIf you wanted to play with fire, milady, you could have simply asked me for a kiss or three.
Lisa MantchevI have flown and fallen, and I have swum deep and drowned, but there should be more to love than "I survived it.
Lisa MantchevMots clés love falling-in-love fallen swim survived
We'll find paradise together, whatever form that might take.
Lisa MantchevAriel looked at her then, instead of the sky, instead of the horizon that surely beckoned to him. “Out of a thousand different winds, I think I can resist nine hundred and ninety-nine of them.
Now she was the one unable to swallow. “And the last one?”
"That one wrenches the beating heart from my chest, the blood from my veins, the marrow from my bones.” Grasping her hand, he brought it up to his face and rubbed it against his cheek. Pain radiated from his pale skin, from his eyes, from his lips when they grazed her knuckles. “You’ve two birds to do your bidding, my fair huntress, but I want you to choose me, to love me above all others, to make the pain in my soul worthwhile… or I would be free of you.
Mots clés pain love freedom soul binding
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