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527 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 29, 2019
“Most of us can hide our greatest hurts and longings. It’s how we survive each day. We pretend the pain isn’t there, that we are made of scars instead of wounds.”
“The books do not tell the whole story”
“Call me Grisha. Call me zowa. Call me death, if you like.”
“A handsome monster husband who put a crown on her head? It’s a perfect fairy tale to sell to some starry-eyed girl. She can lock you in at night and kiss you sweetly in the morning, and Ravka will be secure.”
“We are all connected, King Nikolai. The Grisha, the Fold, the power inside you. The Fold is a wound that may never heal. But perhaps it was not meant to.”
“All fuels burn differently. Some faster, some hotter. Hate is one kind of fuel. But hate that began as devotion? That makes for another kind of flame.”
Why did it matter to him what became of Ravka? Broken, needy, frustrating Ravka. The grand lady. The crying child. The drowning man who would drag you under rather than be saved. This country that took so much and gave nothing back. Maybe because he knew that he and his country were the same.
Nikolai had always understood that he and Ravka were the same. He just hadn’t understood how: He was not the crying child or even the drowning man. He was the forever soldier, eternally at war, unable to ever lay down his arms and heal.
He straightened the lapels of his velvet coat and winked.
“It’s not exciting if nothing can go wrong.”
tea got spilled
facts got spoken
we're all shook now
Zoya of the lost city, Zoya of the garden, Zoya bleeding in the snow. You are strong enough to survive the fall
“Nikolai had always understood that he and Ravka were the same. He just hadn’t understood how: He was not the crying child or even the drowning man. He was the forever soldier, eternally at war, unable to ever lay down his arms and heal. Maybe because he knew he and his country were the same”
“It was angry, hungry, full of broken animal longing. Though Nikolai might not like it, those things were all a part of him still. Like calls to like."
“Call me Grisha. Call me zowa. Call me death, if you like.”
"Who would speak for Liliyana, for Genya and Alina and Baghra if she did not? Who will speak for me?"
“Lay down the thorn, boy king. Haven’t you earned a bit of rest? Aren’t you tired?'
He was. Saints, he was. He thought he had grown used to his scars, but he had never grasped how much of his will it would take to hide them. He had fought and sacrificed and bled. He had gone long days without rest and long nights without comfort. All for Ravka, all for an ideal he would never attain and a country that would never care.”
“She wished she had Inej’s gift for spywork or Kaz’s gift for scheming, but she only seemed to have Jesper’s gift for bad decisions.”
“Lesser animals whined and struggled when they’d been caught in a snare. The fox found a way out.”
"Little red bird, let me go." - "Goodbye, Matthias."
“If men were ashamed when they should be, they'd have no time for anything else.”
“All fuels burn differently. Some faster, some hotter. Hate is one kind of fuel. But hate that began as devotion? That makes for another kind of flame.”
You cannot protect yourself from suffering. To live is to grieve. You are not protecting yourself by shutting yourself off from the world. You are limiting yourself.
He thought he had grown used to his scars, but he had never grasped how much of his will it would take to hide them.
“Call me Grisha. Call me zowa. Call me death, if you like.'”
“We are all connected, King Nikolai. The Grisha, the Fold, the power inside you. The Fold is a wound that may never heal. But perhaps it was not meant to.”
“A handsome monster husband who put a crown on her head? It’s a perfect fairy tale to sell to some starry-eyed girl. She can lock you in at night and kiss you sweetly in the morning, and Ravka will be secure.”
“Most women suffer thorns for the sake of the flowers, but we who wield power adorn ourselves with flowers to hide the sting of our thorns”
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"Most women suffer thorns for the sake of the flowers. But we who would weild power adorn ourselves with flowers to hide the sting of our thorns."
There had been a time when words had been the only place he could find solace.
"All those lives lost, all we've worked for, and these fools are so ready to rewrite history."
She wished she had Inej's gift for spywork or Kaz's gift for scheming, but she only seemed to have Jesper's gift for bad decisions.
"Everyone mourns the first blossom. Who will grieve the rest that fall?"