Nalla Reads

“Wanden olstrum end kendesorum. Isen ne bejstrum.

The water hears and understands. The ice does not forgive.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

“I knew that by this time tomorrow, I was going to be eternally grateful for falling down the stairs and knocking myself unconscious. Smartest dumbest thing I'd ever done.”
― Erin McCarthy, Burn

“Eh, ca c'est bon. That was life. Some days you ate the rougarou. Some days the rougarou devoured you.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Instinct

“In bed, I steal moments of tenderness when sex has finally exhausted me to the point where I’m too bone weary to fret anymore about the enormous capacity for evil that’s taken up squatter’s rights inside me. I touch him, put all those things I don’t say into my hands as I trace the red and black tattoos on his skin, the sharp planes and hollows of his face, bury my hands in his dark hair. He watches me in silence when I do, eyes dark, unfathomable.

I sometimes wake up to find he’s pulled me close to him and is holding me, spooned into my back with his face in my hair, and those hands that don’t speak like mine don’t speak move over my skin and tell me I’m cherished, honored, seen.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Burned