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“Our stories must be passed to our sons and daughters, for with but one generation, history and truth are lost forever.”
― Mary E. Pearson, Morrighan

“If ever there were three mismatched riders, it was us- the crown prince of Dalbreck, the Assassin of Venda, and the fugitive princess of Morrighan. Sons and daughter of three kingdoms, each bent on domination of the other two.”
― Mary E. Pearson, The Beauty of Darkness

“Of course you did." I took a step closer. "You have strengths, Tavish, that I greatly admire. You're skills helped saved Rafe's and my lives, for which I'll always be indebted to you. But there are other kinds of strength too. Quiet, gentle ones that are just as valuable, even if you don't entirely understand them.”
― Mary E. Pearson, The Beauty of Darkness

“Lest we repeat history,
Let the stories be passed
From father to son, from mother to daughter,
For with but one generation,
History and truth are lost forever.”
― Mary E. Pearson, The Beauty of Darkness

“You have to make your peace with Kaden, and he with you. You are not on opposite sides anymore. Do you understand?”
― Mary E. Pearson, The Beauty of Darkness

“Somewhere beyond all that, on an unseeable horizon, was Morrighan and all the people who lived there, going about their lives, unaware. My brothers. Pauline. Berdi. Gwyneth. And more patrols like Walther's who would meet their deaths, as unaware as I had once been.
I want to go with you.
Where I was going was no place for Natiya. It was hardly a place for me.”
― Mary E. Pearson, The Beauty of Darkness

“Eu o interrompi, empurrando-o para que ficasse em pé de novo, com a ponta da minha espada. “Não deveria fazer diferença se eu sou uma criada de taverna ou uma princesa. Quando eu o vir tratando os outros com respeito, independentemente da posição que ocupam, ou da sua anatomia, então seu pedido de desculpas significará alguma coisa.â€�
Eu me virei para ir embora enquanto ele ainda falava, cansada porque essa era uma batalha que eu teria que lutar repetidas vezes.”
― Mary E. Pearson, The Beauty of Darkness