Raeve When The Moon Hatched Quotes

Chase death, Moonbeam. And I pray your bloodlust brings you the same sense of peace I feel just knowing you exist.

Survival’s funny. Some wear it like a whisper, others like a scream. Mine’s a scorched skeleton of flame-forged rage that keeps me upright. Keeps me moving forward.

I knew a female who died. Tragically. Whose lifeless body was sailed into the sky by the adoring beast at your back with my torn-out heart in her fucking fist,” he rasps, lifting his hand into a claw that he shakes in my face. “Her name was Elluin, and she laughed with the wind, cried with the rain. She angered with fire and bellowed with the ground.

Silence prevails, tension thickens, his eyes burning embers when he finally says, “Raeve, you could flay me down the middle and I’d still fucking love you.

Any lost opportunity to worship you is a tragedy.

I see you, Raeve …” My breath hitches, the scale still indenting Kaan’s throat. “I don’t … I don’t know what—” “You,” he growls, tightening his hand around the side of my face with a tender jerk, eyes lit with a soul-crushing blaze. “I fucking see you.

Picturing myself as a dragon, wings outstretched, I tip and churn through the puffy pink clouds, so far above the world that all I hear is my heartbeat and the heavy thump of my imaginary wings. All I feel is the flexing strength of my body. Untethered. Free.

Who’s that?” My salvation.

You feed the monster and more will slip from the shadows. Once the smell of blood taints the air, they don’t … stop … coming

Raeve, you could flay me down the middle and I’d still fucking love you.

She’s probably picturing me on my knees, and perhaps that should bother me. It doesn’t. I’d spend eternity looking up at her if she’d only fucking let me.

Raeve, you could flay me down the middle and I’d still fucking love you

Come back to me, Raeve. To us.

Chase death, Elluin Raeve.

Released my inner crafty bitch and let her shine.

Clode's such a crazy, spiteful bitch. I love her.

Companionship is something I work hard to avoid. And mostly succeed. The harder you care, the more fragile everything seems. Easier to just … Not.

Because the Creators wouldn’t sing to me no matter how much I begged them to help. [...] Now they won’t shut up.

The Other stills, gaze dropping to the scrap of material tangled around the thin, vulnerable neck of her precious, pliant host, wondering if she should use it to cover her face. Raeve is always so careful to camouflage when she’s spilling blood, strange as it is. Blood should be worn with honor. A boast of fresh meat and full bellies. Of predators gone. But The Other respects her host despite her small hands and tiny teeth that are near hopeless for chewing things with any true substance.

Try being open to accepting aid, Raeve. You’d be amazed at how the grain no longer chafes. A simple request for my help doesn’t make you weak. It makes you real.

There’s such bold shock in her stare that I feel like I’m seeing the real her for the first time since she fell back into the world. Not just Elluin. Not just Raeve. A beautiful, devastating blend of both. A pained groan grates up my throat, and I take her mouth in a crushing kiss, tasting tears on her lips as I finally jump off the cliff she sang me to the edge of.

The Other stills, gaze dropping to the scrap of material tangled around the thin, vulnerable neck of her precious, pliant host, wondering if she should use it to cover her face. Raeve is always so careful to camouflage when she’s spilling blood, strange as it is. Blood should be worn with honor. A boast of fresh meat and full bellies. Of predators gone.

So, Raeve. You can swipe at me all you want, pretend you don’t love me as much as I love you. I can take more scars, despite how much they hurt. But you’re not running away.

Raeve, podrías despedazarme y aun así te seguiría amando.

Raeve, you could flay me down the middle and I’d still fucking love you.” All the breath shoves from my lungs. Love . . . The word is a quiet death that slips away without so much as a whispered goodbye—an abrupt shove into an eternal loneliness I’ll never deign myself to claw free of. “Such a waste of that big, beautiful heart,” I whisper, and his eyes flare.