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“You will heal," he said, and then he put his hand on her cheek. There was no feeling of dread, just the feeling of Feradach's hand on her.
"You will always be impossible," he added, and he put his other hand on her other cheek. There was still no sense of doom; of what might be to come.
"You will still be Merida of DunBroch," he said, and he kissed her.
Neither the mortal nor the god had ever been in love before. It is not every day or every week or every month or every year that one person meets another who is their perfect foil, and it is not even every century that the pairing is a mortal and a god. It's more than simply love when it is a pair like this: it is balance, perfect balance, the push-pull of opposite forces that require each other.
It is a sort of love that never grows old.
Magic, magic, magic.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Bravely

“There is no glory in ruin; it only matters because of what comes after.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Bravely

“Legends are lessons; they ring with truths.”
― Elinor

“This story belongs to the Princess Merida.
Merida was less like the mannered royal you're imagining and more like a struck match, although matches did not yet exist. Red hair, keen eyes, quick brain, built to start fires but not to put them out. She was an absolute wizard with a bow and arrow. For over a decade, before the wee devil triplet princes arrived, she'd been the only child, and where other children might have had friends, Merida had her bow. She practiced her archery breathlessly, automatically, in every moment her mother hadn't scheduled her for lessons in embroidery, music, and reading. There was a stillness to archery she couldn't get anywhere else. Whenever she had a problem she couldn't solve, she went out to practice. Whenever she had a feeling she didn't understand, she went out to practice. Hour upon hour, she collected calluses on fingertips and bruises on forearms. At night, when she dreamt, she still sighted between trees and adjusted for strong highland winds.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Bravely

“She detested all this marriage talk. She would never understand why so many lasses wished to tie themselves down before they had a chance to live.”
― Farrah Rochon, Fate Be Changed

“She had been a storm that didn't move roofs, but she'd spent a year watching storms that did. Instead of striking off on her own, as she'd always done, she decided to learn to listen.
In spring, she went to Eilean Glan, and she listened to the old queen teach girls to heal.
In summer, she went to Ardbarrach, and as the bells rang, she listened to the value of order.
In fall, she returned home long enough for her mother to prepare for the journey, and then, as they rode around a new and fragile Scotland, she listened to her mother talk about peace.
In winter, she returned to DunBroch to think about all she had learned over the long, dark season.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Bravely

“She had to admit that her mother was right; the pheasant, peas, stewed kale, and oatcakes were best enjoyed hot. She shoveled the food into her mouth, suddenly realizing how ravenous she was after an afternoon of archery.”
― Farrah Rochon, Fate Be Changed

“I will not be forced to marry!" Merida yelled.
She drew a claymore from the display stand, not because she thought she needed the long sword for protection, but because she felt more at peace with its heavy weight in her hand. Her mother had never understood her. She wanted Merida to be like her, a prim and proper royal lady. But Merida had never felt drawn to that life. She wanted to be free.
She relished the feel of the wind in her hair as she raced her horse across the glen. Delighted in the exhilaration of hitting a target from fifty paces away with her bow and arrow, or tumbling in the dirt with her three brothers.
She was her father's lass, not her mother's proper princess.”
― Farrah Rochon, Fate Be Changed

“I will not be forced to marry!" Merida yelled.
She drew a claymore from the display stand, not because she thought she needed the long sword for protection, but because she felt more at peace with its heavy weight in her hand. Her mother had never understood her. She wanted Merida to be like her, a prim and proper royal lady. But Merida had never felt drawn to that life. She wanted to be free.
She relished the feel of the wind in her hair as she raced her horse across the glen. Delighted in the exhilaration of hitting a target from fifty paces away with her bow and arrow, or tumbling in the dirt with her three brothers.
She was her father's fierce lass, not her mother's proper princess.”
― Farrah Rochon, Fate Be Changed

“My dad thinks a young lass should be taught the same skills as a lad."
"Your dad sounds like a fine gentleman. I think I would like him."
"I am counting on it," she said.”
― Farrah Rochon, Fate Be Changed

“It is as if you are the legend of the black bear come to life."
Merida's breath caught in her throat.
Then Elinor laughed. "Maybe that is what we should tell those who do not believe in our legends. It may scare some into changing their ways. Make them see things from another person's perspective, as the legend proclaims."
Merida's heart swelled at the familiar words. She realized just how much she had changed since she had eaten that cake. And not just on the outside. She was not the same girl who thought only about what she wanted, without considering her duty to protect and support her kingdom. After witnessing the way Elinor had been willing to put aside her plans to uncover the threat to MacCameron Kingdom, Merida understood how important this role was. She no longer saw her responsibilities as a burden; they were an honor.”
― Farrah Rochon, Fate Be Changed

“She had changed. When she first came to Freya, she wanted nothing more than to escape her fate. But after observing her mother as a young woman and witnessing how Elinor had put aside personal wants for the betterment of MacCameron Kingdom, Merida became more open to doing the same. She was ready to embrace her duties as a member of Clan DunBroch's royal family in her own way.”
― Farrah Rochon, Fate Be Changed