My grief has burrowed into me like a dark thing that eats away at my life.

— Morgan Rhodes

One could get bored even with beauty when one was constantly surrounded by it.

— Morgan Rhodes

Our scars are like the rings in a tree trunk, showing its progress through life. How we heal and move forward through adversity. . . That is what makes the difference.

— Morgan Rhodes

She could think of no other reason for this boy to continue to visit her if not to use her in some way.

— Morgan Rhodes

She was his princess. No. She was his goddess. With her golden skin and golden hair. She was his light. His life. His everything. He loved her more than anything else in this world.

— Morgan Rhodes

She was murdered by rebels.' He took in her unconcealed look of shock. 'So there you go. Something for you to celebrate.' Magnus turned away from her, ready to find solace in his chambers, but the princess grabbed his arm to stop him. He sent a dark look at her over his shoulder. 'I would never celebrate death, no matter whose it is,' she said, her gaze filled with anger and something else. Something that looked vaguely like sympathy. 'Come now, I'm sure you wouldn't mourn any Zamora.' 'I know very well what it's like to lose a parent in a tragic way.' 'Oh, yes, we have so much in common. Maybe we should get married.

— Morgan Rhodes

Sometimes, to regain sanity, one had to acknowledge and embrace the madness.

— Morgan Rhodes

Some victories didn't taste as sweet as they should

— Morgan Rhodes

Tears aren't just for babies. They're proof that you feel something and aren't afraid to show it. It's those that won't ever allow themselves to cry that are the weak ones.

— Morgan Rhodes

The fire that hollows us out is what allows us to be filled with strength and power where before there was none.

— Morgan Rhodes