Rovina Cai

Horrible risks are entirely normal to me

I am what you made me, she’d told him as they battled.

He behaved as though he had a heart of stone, so she gave him one. He would feel nothing—not fear, nor love, nor delight.

A sharp tongue is no match for a sharp tooth.

You can’t frighten me, Cardan thought.

You can’t befriend me, either, he thought.

Not a heart of stone, but a heart of fire

You deserved everything you got.

I am not weak, he wanted to shout after her. Do not dare to pity me. It is you who should be pitied, mortal. It is you who are nothing, while I am a prince of Faerie.

It felt like being trapped in a small room