Extraits

I lost Maven too. The person he pretended to be, the friend I loved and needed when I was alone and so afraid.

"I like the hair," Maven murmurs, filling the empty space.His eyes run over the tangle of brown and purple spilling over one shoulder. I don't reply.

The last card he plays is obvious, but still stings. Not because I want what he offers, but because I remember a girl who would have accepted it. She knows better now.

"We can still run." His voice deepens, letting the offer hang in the air. "Together."

PDV MARE

I could wear a potato sack and Maven would still devour me wit his eyes.

Mare & Farley

(publié sur le compte instagram officiel de l'auteure, @victoriaaveyard)

"It does'nt change things," I force out, bristling as I turn around. "For either of us."

"I know that," Farley says, as if calming an animal. Her throat bobs and she licks her lip, choosing her words very carefully. "I miss Shade. I'd do terrible things to bring him back. To get one more day with him. To let Clara meet her father."

My hands ball at my sides and I look at my feet, feeling my cheeks flush. With shame, because she does'nt trust me. And with anger, deep sorrow, regret, for my brother lost to all of us. "I won't-."

She pushes up to her feet and closes the distance between us in firm strides. Her hands grip my shoulders, forcing me to look up into her scarred face.

"I'm saying you're stronger than I am, Mare," she says, eyes shining. It takes a long moment for the words to sink in. "When it comes to him. Not anything else," she adds quickly, breaking the tension.

"Nothing else," I mutter. "Except electrocuting people."

Farley just shrugs her broad shoulders. "Well, who knows? I haven't tried that yet."

" Nous détruisons, mais nous reconstruisons aussi. "

" Mais nous avons tous le pouvoir de choisir au bout du compte. "

" Tu penses vraiment que nous ne sommes pas tous faits ou défaits par quelqu'un d'autre? "

" Savais-tu que des rois, des hommes politiques et des chefs d'Etat se pensaient bénis des dieux? Que leur place sur Terre avait été décidée par le ciel? Beaucoup se croyaient des élus, mais quelques-uns, plus rares bien sur, voyaient dans ce devoir une malédiction. "

Kilorn :

" On peut exploiter l'amour, je crois, s'en servir pour manipuler. C'est un moyen de pression. Mais je ne considérerai jamais que l'amour est une faiblesse. Pour moi, la vraie faiblesse, c'est de vivre sans amour d'aucune sorte. On se condamne aux pires des ténèbres. "

" Si seulement j'avais pu tomber amoureuse de lui plutôt. "