Chiara Cilli

“«But who are you?» he asked softly, now powerless.IIn a moment she kneeled in front of the Prince. She brought her lips to his ear, emitting a little laugh. «My name is Deshre.»A powerful punch struck Galadir, knocking him out.«And you'll be a wonderful hobby for me, Prince.»”

“It was an unexpected kiss and terribly poignant, because in it there wasn't a promise of love but a farewell.Morwen felt the salty tears slide down the sides of the cheeks, while her lips moved in unison with those of Galadir. The Prince was holding her close, stroking her black hair. He wanted to keep her for life. He wished that moment would last forever, but it was too late.”

“I've found her, she is how the story tells. Black hair, pale skin, perfect body. And her eyes, oh, her eyes! She hurts with her eyes. I saw her at the School. Two pink diamonds. It's she, I perceive the fire. I finally found the Maid of Flames.”