Anna Banks

"A futuristic fantasy in which the fate of the world's energy source is in the hands of a prince and princess who are rivals"--

Nemesis

But I do not have that freedom. I can never return.

But curse or no, I have to cross the valley to get to the Theorian desert—which, in my opinion, might be considered cursed itself.

I watch after her for a long time as she glissades through the air, leaving me behind. I watch until I can’t see her any longer. 

“If I had a daughter who was irretrievably stupid, I would hide her from the world, too.”

"I find it rather unamusing that the brightest stars in the kingdom have come up with nothing but creative ways to insult one another.”

Sepora. The irritatingly persistent one who does nothing but send him letters scrawled with terrible penmanship and broken Theorian.

“Are you a spy, Mistress Sepora? Sent here by King Eron himself?”

At this she smiles. He tries to recall seeing anything so beautiful and he cannot.

“Name one thing!” she says accusingly. “Name one thing of which you can appreciate the beauty without dissecting it into fragments.”

“You will never kiss Sethos the way you kissed me.”