The Fragile Threads of Power (Threads of Power, #1)

by V.E. Schwab

The merchant’s son was short on experience, but he had been raised on a steady diet of books.

“Am I that easy to read?” “No,” he said simply. “But I like to think I’m learning.”

(he’d followed Lila to the end of the world and back, and it had been worth it).

He loved her. It scared him, but frankly, so did Lila. She always had.

“Has anyone told you,” he said, “that you’re gorgeous when you fight?”

“I like this new you,” she said, and there was something in her voice, a naked want that made him stiffen. “Do you?” he purred.

“Not yet,” she said, with a wicked grin. “I want to see what Kay can do.”

Kinky

But these weren’t people, not really. They were something else. Allies. Friends. Family.

Caring could drown you, if you let it. But it could also help you float.

“We will each love him,” she said, “in our own way. I will give him what you cannot. And you will give him what I cannot. And together, we shall be a better kind of family.”

He wanted to hear her say it. Even if she did not wear the ring. He wanted to know that she chose to be here, with him.

“Because the bed would feel empty. Without you in it.”

He never woke up.

I need to stop getting attatched

Death is essential. A laying down. And I admit, I am looking forward to the rest.”

I believe we do not linger, nice as that would be. I believe that if we do live on, it is in those we love.”

We choose the stories that bring us comfort. Believe what you want.”