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Rebecca Ross est une autrice de romans fantastiques pour adolescents et adultes.
Elle vit dans les contreforts des Appalaches au nord-est de la Géorgie avec son mari, un berger australien animé et une pile interminable de livres. Lorsqu'elle n'écrit pas, on la trouve en train de lire ou dans son jardin, où elle fait pousser des fleurs sauvages et des idées d'histoires. Rebecca Ross est fan de Jane Austen et ses écrits sont inspirés par Juliet Marillier et Melina Marchetta
Elle est notamment l'autrice de The queen's rising, The queen's resistance, Sisters of sword & song, Dreams Lie Beneath, A river enchanted et Divine Rivals.
Rebecca Ross est une autrice de romans fantastiques pour adolescents et adultes.
Elle vit dans les contreforts des Appalaches au nord-est de la Géorgie avec son mari, un berger australien animé et une pile interminable de livres. Lorsqu'elle n'écrit pas, on la trouve en train de lire ou dans son jardin, où elle fait pousser des fleurs sauvages et des idées d'histoires. Rebecca Ross est fan de Jane Austen et ses écrits sont inspirés par Juliet Marillier et Melina Marchetta
Elle est notamment l'autrice de The queen's rising, The queen's resistance, Sisters of sword & song, Dreams Lie Beneath, A river enchanted et Divine Rivals.
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«𝙅𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙘𝙪𝙣 𝙙𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙚. 𝙅𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙘𝙚𝙪𝙭 𝙦𝙪𝙞 𝙣𝙚 𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙢𝙗é𝙘𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙦𝙪𝙞 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙙'ê𝙩𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨é𝙨 à 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙙𝙪 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚. 𝙈𝙖𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙞 𝙟'𝙖𝙞 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙚 𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙢𝙗é𝙘𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙨, 𝙘'𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙦𝙪'ê𝙩𝙧𝙚 𝙫𝙪𝙡𝙣é𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙡𝙖 𝙥𝙡𝙪𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙙'𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙨. 𝙄𝙡 𝙛𝙖𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙪𝙧 ô𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙚, 𝙥𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙧 𝙩𝙚𝙡 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙨 ê𝙩𝙚𝙨.(…) »
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He found me on my darkest day.
Sometimes I'm afraid to love other people.
Everyone I care about eventually leaves me, whether it's death or war or simply because they don't want me. They go places I can't find, places I can't reach. And I'm not afraid to be alone, but I'm tired of being the one left behind. I'm tired of having to rearrange my life after the people within it depart, as if I'm a puzzle and I'm now missing pieces and I will never feel that pure sens of completion again.
Everyone I care about eventually leaves me, whether it's death or war or simply because they don't want me. They go places I can't find, places I can't reach. And I'm not afraid to be alone, but I'm tired of being the one left behind. I'm tired of having to rearrange my life after the people within it depart, as if I'm a puzzle and I'm now missing pieces and I will never feel that pure sens of completion again.
Do you ever feel as if you wear armor, day after day ? That when people look at you, they see only the shine of steel that you've so carefully encased yourself in ? They see what they want to see in you - the warped reflection of their own face, or a piece of the sky, or a shadow cast between buildings. They see all the times you've made mistakes, all the times you've failed, all the times you've hurt them or disappoint them. As if that is all you will ever be in their eyes.
How do you change something like that ? How do you make your life your own and not feel guilt over it?
How do you change something like that ? How do you make your life your own and not feel guilt over it?
But the moment you walked away, I knew I felt something for you, which I had been denying for weeks. The moment you wrote me and said you were six hundred kilometers away from Oath… I though my heart had stopped. I didn’t want the life my father had planned for me - a life where I could never be with you.
How could he mourn something that he couldn’t remember? Roman wondered if there was a word to describe such a feeling, for the way it gathered on his shoulders like snow. Cold and soft and infinite, melting as soon as he touched it.
I think we all wear armor. I think those who don’t are fools, risking the pain of being wounded by the sharp edges of the world, over and over again. But if I’ve learned anything from those fools, it is that to be vulnerable is a strength most of us fear. It takes courage to let down your armor, to welcome people to see you as you are. Sometimes I feel the same as you: I can’t risk having people behold me as I truly am. But there’s also a small voice in the back of my mind, a voice that tells me, ‘You will miss so much by being so guarded.
It felt like her heart had impaled itself on one of her ribs. That if she reached beneath her coat and sweater and touched her side, her fingers would come away bloodstained.
But I realize that people are just people, and they carry their own set of fears, dreams, desires, pains, and mistakes. I can't expect someone else to make me feel complete; I must find it on my own. And I think I was always writing for myself, to sort through my loss and worry and tangled ambitions. Even now, I think about how effortless it is to lose oneself in words, and yet also find who you are.
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