young-adult-fantasy

Do not forget about the butterflies.

A true leader is not meant to be greeted with unanimous praise by his people. A leader is meant to be questioned, to be suspect, to be hated. If he is not, then one can easily assume that either he has not challenged his abilities as a leader by making a decision that creates a split between the people, or he is forcing his subjects to bow before him.

Before I fix the world, I have to fix myself.

Animals do not respect their master's brother, but they do respect their brothers as masters.

The festive music died down and the granite pillars were replaced with rotted wooden beams as he continued down the alleyways. The scent of fresh flowers turned to mold, and the colorful mosiacs of honor and nobility were nonexistent. Run-down tenements were shadowed by its surrounding buildings, as if the capital itself wanted to conceal its existence.

Hate did not give way to heroism.

We can't change the world by shouting, but our words can have meaning if we give them enough respect.

While parchment may burn and gold may be stained or melted down, the things that are truly important to us will never lose their value.

Let your dissent fuel you, your anger inspire you, your rage convey you, and your fury strike a chilling fear onto the spines of your enemies.

If we truly detach from our childhood and abandon our inherent romanticism, then we shred any bit of humanity left in us.

a true leader must be able to command with an iron fist, not just a humble heart.

Love is not measured by acts or years, but by truth between two people.

Some justice, though did not deal with kindheartedness or good feeling toward others. No, justice had a darker side, a gray area where it mingled alongside vengeance, and only the wise and pure of heart were able to tell the two apart. That kind of justice was swift. It was only called upon afer mercy and morals fail. It was the darkest form of goodness known to anyone, even the gods, and required only the strongest, most daring men to bring about.

He is a free man, not because is in a poition of political power and influence that you will never be able to achieve, and not because he has more character and heart in his fingertip than you have in your entire being, but because he is a man, and is thus entitled to be free.

They were rebellious through their artistic expression and their uplifting spirits

C, it was like my breath was stolen. My heart seemed to merge with yours. When you came into my life, all I wanted was you. All I thought about was you. Your smile, your laugh, your lips, and your eyes seemed to hold me captive._ ~Tru~

Her scream of utter horror and fright was a sound that no one in the chamber would ever forget.~Crispin.~

Why can__ I take you? Why is it so hard? You have the other half of my soul; with you I will be complete! So. Then. Why?_ Crispin murmured clenching his fists. Oh, he pitied the fool who would be in his way once he returned to his domain. __h, what suffering will befall them in her place,_ he smiled wickedly. ~Crispin~