Love doesn't care about prejudices.
Tera Lynn ChildsQuince leans in over the map, studying, and I think he’s going to ask me something about the kingdoms or my plan or Daddy’s trident.
Instead, without taking his eyes off the map, he asks, “What happens if I fail?”
“What?” I whisper.
“If I don’t pass the three tests,” he says. “What’s the consequence?”
I suck in a shaky breath. This is the part I didn’t want to talk about, the part I hoped he wouldn’t ask about. But I guess he’s too clever—or has learned too much about how mer-world magic works—to assume there won’t be a price.
There is, and it’s a big one.
“If you fail,” I say, keeping my voice steady, “then you are banished from the water forever.”
He lifts his Caribbean-blue eyes to stare into mine. “And?”
“And?” I echo.
“I know that can’t be it,” he says. “Nothing in your world is ever that simple.”
A part of my heart breaks when he calls it my world. I want it to feel like his world, too. But now isn’t the time. He’s right; there’s more to the consequence of failure than him being exiled.
“And . . . ,” I say, wishing I didn’t have to tell him this, “I’ll be banished from land.” I swallow hard. “Forever.”
He stares into my eyes, unblinking, and I can’t read any sort of reaction. His mind is racing, I’m sure, but everything on the outside is a stone facade.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he says, “Then I won’t fail.
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Quince reaches me, and instead of wrapping me in a hug like I expect, he reaches for my hair. I try to swim back, away from the near-desperate look in his eyes, afraid that he’s going to fail the test.
He tugs something from my hair.
I look down and see a Padina antillarum—a beautiful little seaweed shaped like ginkgo leaves—in his hand. And it’s glowing.
“You,” he says with an explosive grin. “You are the sixteenth object.
Tag: tera-lynn-childs fins just-for-fins
if you stop to listen every once in a while, you might hear good things.
Tera Lynn ChildsTag: tera-lynn-childs fins just-for-fins
Oh, Lily", mormora, scuotendo la testa. "Ne so parecchio dell'amore. So cosa significa volere una ragazza, sognarla e desiderarla con tutta l'anima. Ne so abbastanza da non confondere cosa è reale e cosa invece è solo frutto della mia fantasia."
Gira un pochino la testa per guardarmi, e io mi ritrovo a dire: "Ti-tipo?"
"Tipo quando lei piange e il mio cuore va in mille pezzi e tutto quello cui riesco a pensare è come farle dimenticare la causa della sua tristezza." Il suo viso è impassibile, senza l'ombra di un'emozione. Le sue parole, e tutto il sentimento che sottintendono e che mi travolgono grazie al legame, rendono tutto molto chiaro. "Questa è realtà."
La mia voce è appena un sussurro quando gli dico: "E la fantasia?"
"Credere che prima o poi anche lei proverà le stesse cose per me.
Per alcuni il caos è bellezza.
Tera Lynn ChildsI am interested in you, Gretchen." When I still won't look at him, he presses his fingers against my jaw and gently turns my face. He is looking straight in my eyes when he says, "I'm interested in you."
His midnight blues burn with an intensity that almost makes me believe him. Makes me want to believe him. He knows just the right thing to say to mess with my mind. He always has. He leans closer, watching me. His lips are a breath away from mine.
This time I'm not buying it.
My knee connects with his soft spot and he doubles over, gasping for air.
"Find your own way home," I snap before turning and marching back to my car.
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Feel the victory inside you.
Tera Lynn ChildsTag: victory-competition
From the necks up... well, whoever said two heads are better than one never met a hydra.
Tera Lynn ChildsTag: mythology hydra gretchen-sharpe
E-mail can be so impersonal - and so open to interpretation.
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