“Well, I’m running over my time, and people are telling me to stop, (Stop! Stop!) and Ringo, (Stop! Stop! Shouting those animals!) so I’ll finish off now with it wishing everyone Happy Crimble and a Merry New Year” - The Beatles Christmas Record, 1964
“The Court of Dreams. The people who knew that there was a price, and one worth paying, for that dream. The bastard-born warriors, the Illyrian half breed, the monster trapped in a beautiful body, the dreamer born into a court of nightmares… And the huntress with an artist’s soul.”
allison reynolds was a bewildering choice for palmetto state. she looked like a picture-perfect princess, but she could brawl with the best of them on the court. she refused to bend to others’ expectations of her and could be honest to the point of cruelty. she could have inherited her parents’ billion-dollar empire, but she didn’t want the restrictions that life came with. she wanted the right to be her own person. she wanted to prove herself on the court.
ronan’s arms were still locked around her; she felt them quivering. she didn’t know if it was from muscle strain or worry. he had not even hesitated before grabbing her. i can’t let myself forget that.