I hate him so much that sometimes when I look at him, I can hardly breathe.
If I cannot be better than them, I will become so much worse.
''I want to win my place'', I tell her.
“If you hurt me, I wouldn't cry. I would hurt you back.”
“I am going to keep on defying you. I am going to shame you with my defiance. You remind me that I am a mere mortal and you are a prince of Faerie. Well, let me remind you that means you have much to lose and I have nothing. You may win in the end, you may ensorcell me and hurt me and humiliate me, but I will make sure you lose everything I can take from you on the way down. I promise you this is the least of what I can do.”
In my heart, I yearn to best them.
"Faeries make up for their inability to lie with a panoply of deceptions and cruelties. Twisted words, pranks, omissions, riddles, scandals, not to mention their revenges upon one another for ancient, half-remembered slights. Storms are less fickle than they are, seas less capricious".
"What they don’t realize is this: Yes, they frighten me, but I have always been scared, since the day I got here. I was raised by the man who murdered my parents, reared in a land of monsters. I live with that fear, let it settle into my bones, and ignore it. If I didn’t pretend not to be scared, I would hide under my owl-down coverlets in Madoc’s estate forever. I would lie there and scream until there was nothing left of me".
"No matter how careful I am, eventually I’ll make another misstep. I am weak. I am fragile. I am mortal."
What could I become if I stopped worrying about death, about pain, about anything ? If I stopped trying to belong ?
Instead of being afraid, I could become something to fear.
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