Velius--so who is she? no wait, let me guess. skin of the finest porcelain. hair of the softest silk. a voice like birdsong, a smile like sunshine, and a mouth that would sate your brightest and darkest wishes Rumbold-- You've m-met her? Velius--oh yes, my friend. we all know her. we've all pursued her. some of us have even been lucky enough to have her. we've been drunk on her sin, become fools of her favor. she might have borne a different face each time, but her name was always the same. Trouble
Somethings were meant to be and somethings were just meant to be good stories - Alethea Kontis
Somethings were meant to be and somethings were just meant to be good stories
- Alethea Kontis
Everything to lose, nothing to lose, someone's taken it, or you've lost it. - Alethea Kontis
Everything to lose, nothing to lose, someone's taken it, or you've lost it.
Do you still look at each other like you once did, back at the beginning of the story when everything was a question you were too afraid to find the … - Alethea Kontis
Do you still look at each other like you once did, back at the beginning of the story when everything was a question you were too afraid to find the …
All of us heal in time. The strongest are born again. We only keep the scars we choose to keep. - Alethea Kontis
All of us heal in time. The strongest are born again. We only keep the scars we choose to keep.
Kindred’s tale is a romantic, mature, and lyrical collage of heaven, hell, and a magical royal legend. The combination is divinely—and demonically—in… - Alethea Kontis
Kindred’s tale is a romantic, mature, and lyrical collage of heaven, hell, and a magical royal legend. The combination is divinely—and demonically—in…
Normal is all relative. - Alethea Kontis
Normal is all relative.
Quit dwelling on other people's stories and make up some of your own. - Alethea Kontis
Quit dwelling on other people's stories and make up some of your own.
He could not change the man he had been, but these hands would make him the man he could be - Alethea Kontis
He could not change the man he had been, but these hands would make him the man he could be
If you want anything to work, Sunday, you're going to have to believe it - Alethea Kontis
If you want anything to work, Sunday, you're going to have to believe it
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