That I would never be a gentle grower of things, or someone who burned like fire – but that I would be quiet and enduring and faceted as the night. That I would have beauty, for those who knew where to look, and if people don’t bother to look, but only to fear it…then I do’t particularly care for them, anyway.

Sarah J Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

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