Mal ✨ | Tales Of A Bookbug

“Into the darkness of my mind, my soul, I stare. Nothing shall gather within the shadows. In the twisting nettles, the briars, the thorns, I feel the pain that makes me whole. Balm not the biting sands that sting my flesh, for in that sorrow is my joy. To suffer is to live.”
― Kathryn Ann Kingsley, King of Blood

“For that day so long ago when he had taken Qta’s life, he had demanded Qta make for him a queen. He had demanded he build someone to love him. Qta refused, and Aon murdered him in his rage. In the desire to love, and more importantly, to be loved, he had destroyed the world. Now, on the eve of their destruction, they taunted him with hope, only to dash it away upon the cobblestones. They chose to mock him with that he could never have. Touché. “Take her now, for you would not have her then.” Aon took a step deeper into the water, sank now up to his waist, and lowered the girl into the pool. Lydia’s body was pulled from his grasp by unseen hands, their power dragging her down into the chasm. Aon climbed from the liquid and returned to the altar, putting the metal mask back on his face. There was comfort in it. He could bury his sorrow there. He could hide it all. He turned to look back at the pool for one last time. “Know that I will be the death that will rain down upon all you have made.”
― Kathryn Ann Kingsley, King of Shadows

“Now I know that grief is a whetstone that sharpens all your love, all your happiest memories, into blades that tear you apart from within.”
― Claudia Gray, A Thousand Pieces of You

“Sometimes placing our belief in something bigger than ourselves helps us get to a point where we can be enough on our own, magic or no magic.”
― Sara Raasch, Snow Like Ashes