The Alchemists of Loom

Don’t let the shadows of the past smother the possibility for a bright future.” It

Tattoos should be choices, not brands.

Adulthood just meant finding the variety of crazy that resonated the most with you and doing it until you died or it killed you—whichever came first.

Adulthood just meant finding the variety of crazy that resonated the most with you and doing it until you died or it killed you—whichever came first. “Where

Don’t let the shadows of the past smother the possibility for a bright future.

Florence took a deep breath. It expanded her lungs, making more room for the crippling fear that locked her knees in place. Then she exhaled it, and moved forward. “Yes,

Pantheon above save him, he might care for the woman more than he'd ever bargained for. The brash and unfashionable Wraith had lived up to her word from New Dortam. She had stolen his heart after all.

Progress was never meant to be stinted, and even failures weren’t to be destroyed.

Numbers remained consistent. Numbers and facts attempted to bring order from a chaotic world, to make sense of the impossible. They were the foundation for colossal structures and the tiniest of clockwork machines alike. Ari loved numbers, and not just because they saved her life by keeping her alert in her surroundings.

It doesn't matter who she was. It matters who she can become.

She waited for him to say something more. The silence held ciphers of truths that lingered between them, written in a script that neither knew yet how to decipher. This would not be the moment they were given sound.

Arrogance and confidence are not the same, but both will get you killed.

It doesn’t matter who she was. It matters who she can become. . .

But a soul driven by vengeance was a selfish soul. A soul driven by vision was a generous one—one that bore itself before others and put the needs of the many before the needs of the few.