Betrayal clearly has its own reward: the small deep human satisfaction of having one up on someone else. It is the psychology of the mistress, and this regime used it as fuel.
The fast fliers are not disgraced.” Queen Ree reached up for the missing tiara. “She saved us, but she’s with him now.”
Vidia was complicated, two fairies in one, a loyal traitor.
I will forgive, but I will never trust again the person whom I considered a friend but unexpectedly push me down to misery.
Honesty whispers, “Don’t get pricked by the thorns of lie.
The idea of a small circle, of an exalted and loyal sect, except with a traitor infiltrated at its core, an informant who’s not foreign to the sect, but constitutes an essential part of its structure—this was the true organizational form of any small society. One must act knowing that there’s a traitor infiltrated in the ranks.