Grim And Oro Quotes

Isla should have been scared, walking into a meeting with the other rulers of realm. But she wasn’t. She had Oro. Celeste. Grim.

So before Grim could portal them to Nightshade, she turned and said, “I love you, Oro.” She closed her eyes tightly. Felt tears sweep down. She took Grim’s hand. “But I love him too.” And, because of his flair, he knew it was true.

Isla clutched the heart of Lightlark with one hand, her own sputtering its last beats. With the other, she reached up and pulled on her necklace. Grim appeared from thin air before her fingers could uncurl from the diamond. His eyes widened at the sight of her covered in blood. She was in his arms in an instant. “Please,” Oro said from the cave, and Isla hardly recognized his voice. Why was he begging? Did he want her to leave the heart? Her hand went limp, and the yolk fell to the ground. The last thing she saw was Oro’s face, fragmented into a handful of emotions, each more surprising than the last. And then she was gone.

Isla finally rose. Grim had done everything for the same reason she had tried to win the Centennial—to save those he loved and bring power back to his realm. On every level, she understood. The difference was Isla had been willing to give up everything for him. When, the entire time, he had used her as a pawn. She spat in Grim’s direction. Isla looked at Oro and hoped he read the apology in her eyes. Because of her, because he had been foolish enough to love a Wildling, his worst fear had been confirmed. He had lost his power. He had been right not to trust her. Not to trust anyone. She should have done the same.

Oro frowned. His anger seemed to burn through his previous hesitance at giving compliments, because he said, “Love, you seem to be under some delusion that you are anything less than extraordinary. Who did that to you? Your guardians? Did they make you feel like nothing you did would ever be good enough? Or was it him?” Grim. The woods heated with his anger. “Tell me, Isla. Did someone else break the curses? Am I mistaken?

So before Grim could portal them to Nightsade, she turned and said, 'I love you, Oro.' She closed her eyes tightly. Felt tears sweep down. She took Grim's hand. 'But I love him too.' And, because of his flair, he knew it was true.

Your heart decides the future of the world,” she said. “Your choice decides.” “What choice?” she practically screamed. “Oro and Grim.” Isla froze at their mention. “You will kill one of them. That much is certain. Which one lives, and which one dies . . . that has not yet been decided.

The weight around her neck felt even heavier now. The necklace Grim had gifted her during the Centennial had been impossible to remove, and yes, she had tried. It had a clasp, but so far it had refused to open. It seemed there was no real way to take it off. Only she could feel it. Oro didn’t even know it existed.

Green. Her eyes are green. And I never thought a color could send a chill down my spine, until two green eyes pinned me in place, and made me forget my name. Made me forget my crown. Made me forget her blade, just inches from my heart. Because that green . . . it’s the green of my favorite place. That beach I escape to in my dreams. And I have a sinking feeling that she’s about to fill all of them.

The dress was a damned mistake. She looks like my wife.