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435 pages, Hardcover
First published June 4, 2013
“You just punched a prince, Alina. I guess we can add one more act of treason to our list.”
I shook out my sore hand. My knuckles smarted. “First of all, are we so sure he really is a prince? And second, you’re just jealous.”
“Of course I’m jealous. I thought I was going to get to punch him. That isn’t the point.”
Mal crossed his arms and considered the privateer. "I can't decide if you're crazy or stupid."
"I have so many good qualities," Nikolai said. "It can be hard to choose.”
"'Not my type, but handsome.'
My brows shot up. In my experience, Mal was just about everyone's type."
“I know the truth in your heart. The loneliness. The growing knowledge of your own difference. The ache of it.”
“There is no ordinary life for people like you and me.”
"I can’t decide if you’re crazy or stupid."
"I have so many good qualities. It can be hard to choose."
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“When people say impossible, they usually mean improbable.”
Mal, Darkling, Sturmhond... I must collect them all.
"'Not my type, but handsome.'
My brows shot up. In my experience, Mal was just about everyone's type."
"They were all gawking at Mal. It was hard not to."
"He's probably so used to it, he doesn't even notice it anymore."
"I have loved you all my life, Mal," I whispered through my tears. "There is no end to our story."
"I want to kiss you,” Nikolai said. “But I won’t. Not until you’re thinking of me instead of trying to forget him."
"Might want to leave him alone. That type needs plenty of time for brooding and self-recrimination. Otherwise they get cranky."
“You flinched. Tell me you didn’t.”
“It wasn’t because of you!”
Mal laughed harshly. “I know you haven’t had much experience. But I’ve kissed enough girls to know what that means. Don’t worry. It won’t happen again.”
We do our best. We try. And usually, it makes no difference at all.
“If you want to lie to me, go ahead. But I’m not going to pretend to believe you.”
“Why not?” asked Sturmhond, stepping into the tent. “It’s only common courtesy.”
“You heard Prince Perfect,” Mal said, and joined us at the table.
Nikolai grinned. “I’ve had a lot of nicknames, but that one is easily the most accurate.”
“I wanted to make you human,” he said. “All they see when they look at you is the Sun Summoner. They see a threat, another powerful Grisha like the Darkling. I want them to see a daughter or a sister or a friend. I want them to see Alina.”
“Why are you so ready to attack him?”
“Why are you so quick to defend him?”
“I want to kiss you,” he said.
“You already kissed me,” I replied with a nervous laugh.
A smile tugged at his lips. “I want to kiss you again,” he amended.
“At least she doesn’t flinch when I touch her,” he spat. “You don’t want me, so why do you care if she does?”