“Please know that my love for you, and your mother’s love, endures long past our deaths. We are forever with you, Leia. In your brightest triumphs and your darkest troubles, always know that we are by your side.” - Bloodline by Claudia Gray (2016)
“His name is Mieczyslaw Stilinski, but we call him Stiles. I remember. When Stiles was a little kid, he couldn’t say his first name. Not sure why, pretty much rolls off the tongue, but the closest he could get was Mischief.”
I was married to a man once. Rotten fuck. Raised his hands at me. Burnt me. Shared me with his men. I didn’t know any different, didn’t know I could do anything about it. Even if I had, I wouldn’t have thought I had it in me. One day we were in a tavern… he was hurting me, and a man saw it. And he walked over, and he slit his throat. That was Jack. I was thirteen. I always thought he saved me from something - I’ve always been so fucking grateful - and then I wonder, maybe Jack took me from something I was supposed to figure my own way out of. Maybe he took away the chance to get strong enough to save myself.