The first edition of the novel was published in January 5th , and was written by Victoria Aveyard. The book was published in multiple languages including English, consists of pages and is available in ebook format. The book has been awarded with , and many others.
Do not harden yourself to what has affected you so deeply in life. This is the important part. Be thankful for it. Be thankful for the songs you hear that make your soul bubble over with nostalgia. Be thankful for the morning light and how it hits that one spot on your bed that holds the ghosted memory of someone who was once your favorite thing. Let these moments seek refuge in your soul.
Let them wash over you. Let them remind you that at one point, you embraced what it meant to love without abandon. Let them remind you that at one point, you tried for something. They left because when they were fourteen they had their best friend come to them with a heart that never healed. At fourteen they held a human being, trembling and broken in their paper arms, and they feared the day they would mourn a last goodbye, a last embrace.
They left because they saw how a cold flame could create a house fire in the hollow bones of someone who gave every inch of themselves and still came up short. They left because when they were seventeen they finally noticed the distance between their parents at the dinner table.
At seventeen they had to tell their younger brother, sister, that sometimes things get tough, that sometimes mistakes hang heavy in a rib cage and it causes people to run away. At twenty-one they read that plan Bs and second options were always on the forefront, always in the back pocket of someone who was holding the hand of a man, a woman, who slept soundly beside them at night. They left because they convinced them18 selves that there would always be another, someone better suited, someone better looking, someone more successful; it would only ever be a matter of time.
They left because at twenty-five they watched their grandfather empty out the oceans within him at the grave of his high-school sweetheart. At twenty-five they watched how he slowly deteriorated, how loss crept into his heart like a bleak December frost; how the doctor said that her demise killed him before old age ever had the chance. They left because they finally understood how cruel it truly was to love something that death could touch.
They left you because they never learned that they could be better than their past. They left you because they never saw devotion win, they never saw passion triumph. Trust me when I say someone who makes you question if you are worthy of being loved is not worthy of being loved by you. We silence our instincts, and at the end of the day instead of feeling good about ourselves, we feel alone, we feel misunderstood.
Remember—it is okay to be emotional, to seek help, to confidently tell someone you enjoy being around that you are infatuated with them. There is nothing wrong with vulnerability, with being human, for that is what creates depth within our relationships, and that is what ultimately unifies us. Because if it was meant to happen, we would have made it happen. If it was meant to be, we would have stayed. We would have fought.
When the sun seems to rise a little slower and your days are filled with darkened hope, reach into the core of you and remember the warmth. Remind yourself that things will be light again. None of that makes what you are a waste, none of that discounts the fact that you have purpose, that you mean something. You are needed. Stay open; it is how the light gets in.
You know how much courage that takes. Do what you have to do. You are clawing yourself out of the ache, cutting the pain from the bone. It is never going to be pretty, but I promise—it will always be worth it. You survived, and there is hope in that.
Make them a priority not just when it is easy, but when it is difficult as well. If you care about someone, show up for them when you say you will. Show up for them when they least deserve it, because that is when they need it the most.
Just be there for them—not because you have to be, but because you want to be. See, the easy things in life hold no weight. It is easy to love someone when they are perfect, when they are soft and light, when they are filled with hope and happiness. But loving someone when they are wearing their flaws like an apology, when they are breaking down, or when they are carrying hurt within them—that is when it means the most. That is when you must show up for them.
If you care about someone, put your phone down. Sit across from them at dinner and listen to them. Give yourself the space to dive with them into deeper conversation, into the kind of quality time that makes you feel like you are the only two people in the world. Connect with them. Please, if you care for someone—connect. Do not allow yourself to be pulled from those moments. Do not allow yourself to settle for talking about the weather or the monotony of life.
Ask them what they dreamed about the night before. Debate with them. Teach them something new. Sit them down and laugh with them, lose yourself in time. Be present, not only in your body, but also in your mind.
Be there with them. Always remind them that you appreciate the very heart within their chest. Always remind them that you want to protect who they are, that they are your favorite thing, and do not just do this with words. See, words are simple; they are easy, they are flat. Show them that they matter to you; take action in making sure that they feel loved, in backing up what you speak.
If you care about someone, if you truly care, just be good to them. Too many people selfishly take hearts into their own hands and they fail to protect them, they fail to nurture them. Too many people grow comfortable and complacent; they lose sight of what they have.
They take and take, and they rarely think about what they are giving. They forget that love is not something that should ever be done with one foot out the door.
They forget that love should never be given in bare minimums. Please, if you love someone, stand up for that. Be honest with them. Choose them every single day, and if you cannot, or if things change, let them go. Let them go, because if they love you deeply they will not have it within them to stop trying, they will not be able to 31 walk away, for it is a fatal flaw in people who love with everything they have. They must be set free. Do not keep someone around only to love them in halves.
They are better off giving their love to someone who has room within their chest to accept it, and you are better off figuring out what your heart desires before you try to open it to someone who will never stop trying to give you the world.
Do not make it contingent on their acceptance of you or their feelings for you. All that matters is that you are happy with the person you are becoming. All that matters is that you like yourself, that you are proud of what you are putting out into the world. You are in charge of your joy, of your worth. You get to be your own validation. Do not let the things that have hurt you turn you into a person you are not. We think we are these overly intelligent, complex creatures, but at the end of the day we all just want connection.
You are going to fall into the deepest love—with another human being and with yourself. You are going to discover the things that fill you with purpose, the things that make you want to rise each morning. You are going to feel hope cracking within all of the dark the past has buried within you; you are going to uncover all of that light.
You are going to be okay. You are going to figure things out. But you must understand that there is no set timeline for this kind of discovery, there is no checklist for this kind of growth. You may fall in love tomorrow, or you may fall in love ten years from now. You might discover your passion the day after you graduate, or you might be fifty years old before you finally find the thing that causes your heart to ache with happiness.
Whatever it is—just give it time. Be gentle with yourself; do not rush the way you stretch into the person you are becoming. Do not scramble to fill your life with things that are not for you just because you feel like you are falling behind. You are not falling behind—you are falling into yourself. So please, keep going. Everything that is meant to be yours will be yours. It will come. Instead, I am going to take all of the love I have been giving everyone else, and I am going to give it to myself.
Lose yourself in curiosity, in knowledge, in passion. Lose yourself in feeling it all; lose yourself in the world, in the stories and the lessons it has to teach you, but never lose yourself in love; never lose yourself in another person.
I know what it feels like to have firewood for fingers, what it feels like to want to touch every cold soul you see, what it feels like to want to reignite every bone in a body. I know what it feels like to be misunderstood within this—to be loved and unloved because of your heat; but you cannot give up on yourself, you cannot ignore all that surges within you. If the world does not understand the way you burn, do not hide yourself away.
Instead, set it on fire. Show them what you can do with all of that hope inside of you. Own who you are and what you want for yourself. Stop downplaying the things you care about, the hopes you have. Own your passions, your thoughts, your perceptions. Own your fire. Stop putting your worth in the hands of others; stop letting them decide your value. Own saying no, saying yes. Own your mood, your feelings. Own your plans, your path, your success.
Never back down from expressing yourself, from saying your name proudly. Never stop elbowing your damn way into this big world, because you belong here. You matter. But it is hard not to get attached to that which makes us feel like we have a purpose; it is hard not to want to hold on to all that makes us feel real again.
One day, you will meet someone who looks into the damage, who sees the wounds, the dark, and they will love you anyways. They will love you. Sometimes courage is the way you slowly comb them out of your hair; sometimes courage is hearing their voice in public and not turning your head or having your stomach feel like a shaken-up can of soda.
Sometimes your mountain to climb is made up of weekdays and months, made up of pushing yourself forward even when you want to nestle into the past.
Sometimes courage is a quiet fight, a dim softness within you, that flickers even on your darkest days and reminds you that you are strong, that you are growing—that there is hope.
Fall in love with someone who will take care of your mind, someone who will take care of your heart. Fall in love with someone who will take care of even the most chaotic parts of who you are. And sometimes, healing is rest; it is hiding from the world, it is having everything inside of you be still and quiet and eerily bare. Sometimes healing feels like nothing at all, like you are a silhouette of hope and hurt at the same time. Do not fight it.
Whatever your healing looks like today, whatever it consists of—just allow it to be what it is. Just take care of yourself. There is just one: Let it change you. Let it leave you better than you were before. Your favourite part on the couch, the same chair at the kitchen table.
Love is your worn-in sweater, the way it smells after you hang it to dry in the garden. Love is the creak in the stairs, the hook in the entryway you always hang your coat on. But leaving makes a mess of it all; it rearranges things. Suddenly, the couch is different, and your favourite chair is broken. Your worn-in sweater is torn, and the clothing lines in the backyard have been blown down by wind.
The first two novels in the series, plus two prequel novellas, are collected here, perfect for fans of the series, and those who want to find out what all the hype is about: Red Queen: USA Today calls Victoria Aveyard's debut novel "a sizzling, imaginative thriller, where romance and revolution collide, where power and justice duel.
Mare is a Red, scraping by as a thief, until, by a twist of fate, she discovers an ability all her own. One wrong move can lead to her death, but in the dangerous game she plays, the only certainty is betrayal. Glass Sword: The hotly anticipated sequel escalates the struggle between the growing rebel army and the blood-segregated world they've always known—and pits Mare against the darkness that has grown in her soul. Queen Song: In this prequel novella, Queen Coriane, first wife of King Tiberias, keeps a secret diary—how else can she ensure that no one at the palace will use her thoughts against her?
Coriane recounts her heady courtship with the crown prince, the birth of a new prince, Cal, and the potentially deadly challenges that lay ahead for her in royal life. On the following page you will find a button to download your free eBook. Published in January 5th the book become immediate popular and critical acclaim in fantasy, young adult books. In a world divided by blood - Red or Silver - two women tell the stories no one else knows.
For Coriane of House Jacos, love comes at a terrible cost. In a secret diary, she recounts her heady courtship with the heir to the Silver throne, Prince Tiberias, and. Mare Barrow's world is divided by blood—those with common, Red blood. Now determined to protect her heart—and secure freedom for Reds and newbloods like her—. Mare Barrow is a prisoner, powerless without her lightning, tormented by her lethal mistakes. She lives at. Irresistibly action-packed and full of lethal surprises, this stunning new fantasy series from Victoria Aveyard, 1 New York Times bestselling author of the Red Queen series, begins where hope is lost and asks: When the heroes have fallen, who will take up the sword?
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