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“I am the only one you can trust here. Remember that.”
Get out before he wakes.
He’s just a boy. Well, a boy with antlers.
He is rather pleasant to look at when he isn’t looming or scowling.
the Leszy seems ethereal, untouchable—a breath fogging on a cold morning, the moon against a hazy twilight.
His is a treacherous beauty, a rusałka’s beauty—enthralling and deceitful, good for nothing but tragedy.
“Of course. What did I expect? Something befitting an all-powerful demon? No, of course not. I have razed battlefields and summoned storms and created wonders from magic alone, but she wants me to grow cabbages.”
Their eyes meet, and it feels like the world tilts.
“You always leave like this, as if you’re afraid I may burn you if you’re with me too long.”
“Fox,” he says steadily. “Demon,” she replies,
He draws his fingers away but continues to survey her, study her, a jeweler trying to decide the value of a rare diamond.
let me be a monster.”
“If I look like a monster,” he says roughly, “then no one will be surprised when I do monstrous things.”
“I don’t think you’re a monster.”
“I resent you, you absolute madwoman.”
“Likewise, terrible demon.”
“I must tell you, my dear fox,” says the Leszy, “that you deserve someone far better than me. And yet—”
“And yet, and yet and yet, I am a selfish creature, and I do not want to let you go.”
“You are going to be the end of me.”
He utters two words, heavy and fatal as a dawning apocalypse. “You know.”
Oh My Goodness
THE ONE WHO RUNS AND THE ONE WHO REMAINS
Im scared
She wants to cut his throat. She wants to kiss him.
a boy who loves too little and a girl who loves too much, two threads tangled on the loom of history.
Memories. Emotions. And those that remain uncorrupted, the ones the Leszy clings to the tightest, are memories of her.
(Smiles! At a demon! The girl must be very stupid or very brave. Likely both.)
(He does not find her beautiful, he does not. What an absurd idea!)
She almost died on him—he was terrified. It has been so long since he felt terrified that it’s almost refreshing.
“Hello, not-so-clever fox.”
“Don’t do this, please. Don’t do this.”
Thats it. Im done reading books
“How can you say that? How—” How could you do this to me?
ENDURE
I am sad
Until one night, one rainy spring night, it does not.
So is this how it ends? Or do we get a second book?
