Legendary--A Caraval Novel

Humans were selfish creatures. The stars had witnessed it again, and again, and again.

But perhaps love was an otherworldly entity like Death.

“No, you’re being kind. You’re holding me all close and saying personal things. Do you love me now?”

“Did you just remember how much you don’t like me?” he asked.
“I never forgot. I was thinking of the first time we met. Did you know who I was?”
“No.”
“So, you’re just that charming to everyone you meet?”

“This relationship isn’t real,” Tella groaned. “How could I be jealous?”
“Maybe you’re wishing it was real.”

“What are you trying to find, Donatella? Are you searching for some good in me? You’ll never see it, because it doesn’t exist.”

She wasn’t afraid of danger, though she preferred it in the form of swaggering young men.

More than a few unbridled sobs. And she knew.

Empress Elantine had died.

“I made a mistake, Scar. I never wanted to fall for anyone, but I think I’ve fallen in love with Legend.”

Maybe she hadn’t expected more from Legend, but she’d wanted more from Dante.