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516 pages, Paperback
First published September 26, 2012
"Our bodies aren't strangers," he said, his voice ragged. "Our spirits aren't strangers". He held her face in his hands. "Tell me what part of me is stranger to you and I'll destroy that part of me."
"Because people aren't interested in the truth, Dafar. They're interested in what keeps them safe. They're interested in being looked after. They're interested in a tale being spun."
"Finnikin laughed. "All I had to do was stop the horse and say, 'I think...' and they were racing back into the woods to you."
"You're not going to start crying, are you, fool? Quintana asked bluntly. "It irritates me".
Tessadora made a clucking sound of annoyance.
"What did I tell you?" she said to Quintana in a reprimanding voice."
"Because he sang for Quintana of Charyn. He sang for the misery of her life, the poison in her body, the scars on her skin, and the courage in her character."
"He couldn't think, and he couldn't breathe ; his head, his chest, everthing felt as if it would explode, and he tried to count, tried to remember anythink..."
Blood Sings to Blood.
”Do you love me?” he asked instead. “because if you don’t, I’d wait until you did. I’d wait weeks and months and years.”
There’s a babe in my belly that whispers the valley, Froi.
”Our spirit is mightier than the filth of our memories, Florenza of Nebia. remember that or you’ll be vomiting for the rest of your life.”
Florenza stared up at Quintana, and something passed between them as she nodded solemnly and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
“And Tippideaux of Paladozza, the provincaro De Lancey’s daughter, has the prettiest face in Charyn,” she continued to inform them all. “Not you. So don’t believe a word your mother says.”
“Step away,” he whispered. “If you step away I’ll learn from you. I’ll find the desire in me to live without you. Much the same as you want to live without me.”
“I didn’t say I wanted to live without you,” she said, angry tears springing in her eyes. “Only that I can. I’ve practiced. I’ve been very good in that way.”
But she stepped forward and placed a finger to his lips and there it was before him. The greatest prayer to the gods he could muster with a heart so broken. "Don't let me outlive this woman. Don't let me exist one moment without her".
‘Land?' Froi whispered. 'You're giving them land? I'm not worth the valley.' 'You're worth a kingdom,' Finnikin said, turning back to the crowd.