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" Cal’s eyes flicker, out to the trees. But he’s not looking at the leaves. His gaze is in the past, to something more painful. “She killed my true mother as well. And she’ll kill all of us if we let her.” The words come out hard and harsh, a rusty blade to saw f lesh. They taste wonderful in my mouth. “Not if I kill her first.” For all his talents, Cal is not a violent person. He can kill you in a thousand different ways, lead an army, burn down a village, but he will not enjoy it. So his next words take me by surprise. “When the time comes,” he says, staring at me, “we’ll flip a coin. "
― Victoria Aveyard , Glass Sword (Red Queen, #2)
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" I stare at the polished metal, examining my reflection. The girl I see is both familiar and foreign, Mare, Mareena, the lightning girl, the Red Queen, and no one at all. She does not look afraid. She looks carved of stone, with severe features, hair braided tight to her head, and a tangle of scars on her neck. She is not seventeen, but ageless, Silver but not, Red but not, human—but not. A banner of the Scarlet Guard, a face on a wanted poster, a prince’s downfall, a thief... a killer. A doll who can take any form but her own. "
― Victoria Aveyard , Glass Sword (Red Queen, #2)