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Marie Lu

  • Wajihahas quoted2 days ago
    When I was a little girl, my mother would spend long afternoons telling me old folktales. I remember one story particularly well.

    Once upon a time, a greedy prince fell in love with a wicked girl.

    The prince had far more than he needed, but it was never enough. When he grew ill, he visited the Kingdom of the Great Ocean, where the Underworld meets the living world, to bargain with Moritas, the goddess of Death, for more life. When she refused, he stole her immortal gold and fled to the surface.

    In revenge, Moritas sent her daughter Caldora, the angel of Fury, to retrieve him. Caldora materialized out of the sea foam on a warm, stormy night, clad in nothing but silver silk, an achingly beautiful phantom in the mist. The prince ran to the shore to greet her. She smiled at him and touched his cheek.

    “What will you give me in return for my affection?” she asked. “Are you willing to part with your kingdom, your army, and your jewels?”

    The prince, blinded by her beauty and eager to boast, nodded. “Anything you want,” he replied. “I am the greatest man in the world. Even the gods are no match for me.”

    So he gave her his kingdom, his army, and his jewels. She accepted his offerings with a smile, only to reveal her true angel form—skeletal, finned, monstrous. Then she burned his kingdom to the ground and pulled him below the sea into the Underworld, where her mother, Moritas, was patiently waiting. The prince tried once again to bargain with the goddess, but it was too late. In exchange for the gold he’d stolen, Moritas devoured his soul.

    I think of this story now, as I stand with my sister on the deck of a trading ship, looking toward the shore where the city-state of Merroutas rises out of the morning mist.

    Someday, when I am nothing but dust and wind, what tale will they tell about me?

    Once upon a time, a girl had a father, a prince, a society of friends. Then they betrayed her, and she destroyed them all.
  • Wajihahas quoted18 hours ago
    here is a blade there, a rotation of sound and silence, a lamp that burns black. A grim, growing fire. This is what they say:

    Adelina, why do you blame yourself for Enzo’s death?
  • Wajihahas quoted18 hours ago
    I should have had better control over my illusions, I respond quietly to the whispers. I could have saved Enzo’s life. I should have trusted the Daggers sooner.

    None of it was your fault, the whispers in my head argue. You didn’t kill him, after all—it was not your weapon that ended his life. So why are you the one cast out? You didn’t have to return to the Daggers—you didn’t need to help them rescue Raffaele. And still they turned on you. Why does everyone forget your good intentions, Adelina?

    Why feel guilty for something that isn’t your fault?
  • Wajihahas quoted18 hours ago
    Because I loved him. And now he is gone.
  • Wajihahas quoted17 hours ago
    It’s better this way, the whispers say. Haven’t you always waited at the top of the stairs, imagining yourself a queen?

    yeah bcz she and him were always meant to be king and queen

  • Wajihahas quoted17 hours ago
    If you had heard stories about only one Young Elite, they would have been about a boy named Magiano. Raffaele, the beautiful young consort who was once my friend, mentioned Magiano during my afternoon training sessions with him. Since then, I’ve heard his name on the lips of countless travelers.

    Some say he was raised by wolves in the dense forests of the Ember Isles, a tiny chain of islands far east of Kenettra. Others say he was born in the hot Sunland deserts of Domacca, a bastard brought up by wandering nomads. He’s rumored to be a wild boy, almost feral, dressed from head to toe in leaves, with a mind and hands as quicksilver as a midnight fox. He appeared quite suddenly several years ago, and has since avoided arrest by the Inquisition Axis dozens of times, for everything from illegal gambling to stealing the Kenettran queen’s crown jewels. As the stories go, he can lure you straight off a cliff and into the sea with music from his lute. And when he smiles, his teeth shine wickedly bright.

    Though we know he is a Young Elite, no one can say for certain what his power is. We can only be sure that he was recently seen here, in Merroutas.
  • Wajihahas quoted17 hours ago
    If I were still the same girl from a year ago, before I knew I had powers, I’m not sure I would have the courage to search for such a notorious Elite. But then I killed my father. I joined the Dagger Society. I betrayed them, and they betrayed me. Or perhaps it was the other way around. I can never be sure.
  • Wajihahas quoted17 hours ago
    What I do know is that the Daggers are my enemies now. When you’re all alone in a world that hates and fears you, you want to find others like yourself. New friends. Elite friends. Friends who can help you build your own society.

    Friends like Magiano.
  • Wajihahas quoted17 hours ago
    You could rule a place like this, say the whispers in my head, and my heart fills with glee.

    bcz you are mean to be gurrrrrl

  • Wajihahas quoted17 hours ago
    For a fleeting moment, I imagine that if I were queen, I could make the act of hurting malfettos a crime. I could execute this boy’s pursuers with a single command.
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