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“Because caring was a thing with claws. It sank them in, and didn't let go. Caring hurt more than a knife to the leg, more than a few broken ribs, more than anyth.ing that bled or broke and healed again. Caring didn't break you clean. It was a bone that didn't set, a cut that wouldn't close.”
― Victoria Schwab

“She handed back the cigar and dug the silver watch out of her vest pocket. It was warm and smooth, and she didn't know why she liked it so much, but she did. Maybe because it was a choice. Taking it had been a choice. Keeping it had been one, too. And maybe the choice started as a random one, but there was something to it.”
― V.E. Schwab, A Darker Shade of Magic

“This was the story of a prince who watched over his city as it slept. Who went on foot, for fear of trampling one of the fallen, who wove his way between the bodies of his people.
Some would say he moved in silence, with only the gentle clang of his golden-armored steps echoing like distant bells through the silent street.
Some would say he spoke, that even in the far-off darkness, the sleeping heard him whisper, over and over, "You are not alone.”
― V.E. Schwab, A Conjuring of Light

“They were alone, the captain and the sleeping prince.”
― V.E. Schwab, A Conjuring of Light

“The world is neither fair. Nor right, but it has a way of balancing itself.”
― V E Schwab

“Love and loss, are like a ship and the sea. They rise together. The more we love, the more we have to lose. But the only way to avoid loss is to avoid love. And what a sad world that would be.”
― V.E. Schwab

“There is a saying in the Sanctuary. Is aven stran."

"The blessed thread," translated Kell.

Hastra nodded eagerly. "Do you know what it means?" His eyes brightened as he spoke. "It's from one of the myths, the Origin of the Mgician. Magic and Man were brothers, you see, only they had nothing in common, for each's strength was the other's weakness. Ando so one day, Magic made a blessed thread, and tied itself to Man, so tightly that the thread cut into their skin... ." Here he turned his hands up, flexing is wrists to show the veins, "and from that day, they shared their best and worst, their strenght and weakness."

Something fluttered in Kell's chest. "How does the story end?" he asked.

"It doesn't," Hastra said.

"Not even if they part?"

Hastra shook his head. "There's no 'they' anymore, Master Kell. Magic gave so much to Man, and Man so much to Magic, that their edges blurred, and their threads all tangled, and now they can't be pulled apart. They're bound together, you see, life to life. Halves of a whole. If anyone tried to part them, they'd both unravel."

- rhy and kell <3”
― V.E. Schwab