King of Scars

“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.”

“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.”

He straightened the lapels of his velvet coat and winked.
“It’s not exciting if nothing can go wrong.”

He straightened the lapels of his velvet coat and winked.
“It’s not exciting if nothing can go wrong.”

“Lesser animals whined and struggled when they’d been caught in a snare. The fox found a way out.”

“Lesser animals whined and struggled when they’d been caught in a snare. The fox found a way out.”

“If men were ashamed when they should be, they'd have no time for anything else.”

“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.”

"I'd like nothing better than another opportunity to talk," said Nikolai. "But I'm afraid I have more bad news."

Genya slumped in her chair. "There's more?"

"This is Ravka," said Zoya. "There's always more."

"I'd like nothing better than another opportunity to talk," said Nikolai. "But I'm afraid I have more bad news."

Genya slumped in her chair. "There's more?"

"This is Ravka," said Zoya. "There's always more."