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I’ve heard it said that dawn is the light, asking the night for permission to exist.

Traitor Born, Amy Bartol

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Dune’s words anger me, not because he’s wrong, but because he’s right, and in direct opposition to what my heart wants.

Traitor born, Amy Bartol

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“I’ve dreamt of kissing your skin,” he murmurs, trailing his mouth over my flesh. “It’s all I dream about.” His lips find the hollow of my neck. He’s the moon, and I’m a wolf willing to howl and commit mayhem to possess it. Hawthorne’s hand grips me, and my eyes close, feeling the warmth of his touch to my marrow. My head falls forward. The iron sword points of my crown battle with the golden, sickle-shaped blade of his helmet. He lifts his chin, finding my lips again, covering them with his. Opening my eyes, I reach for his helmet, sliding my fingers on either side of its dome. I lift it, pull it from his hair, and let it fall to the floor with a loud clang. My fingers tremble when I cup his face. He gazes into my eyes. “I walked the beach in Swords where I last saw you,” he says, “hoping to find you, even when I knew you weren’t there. I thought I’d die without you. I’ll give anything to be with you—my firstborn title, my wealth, my soul, all of it.” I lean forward and kiss him. He groans again, as if I’ve stabbed him in the chest

Amy Bartol, Traitor Born

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