The Name of the Wind (The Kingkiller Chronicle, #1)

by Patrick Rothfuss

Why? Because pride is a strange thing, and because generosity deserves generosity in return. But mostly because it felt like the right thing to do, and that is reason enough.

The boy grows upward, but the girl grows up.

susurrus murmurings.

I should have been bolder and kissed her at the end. I should have been more cautious. I had talked too much. I had said too little.

This guy fucking gets me 😅

I sat there in the dark, holding her sleeping body in my arms. She was soft and warm, indescribably precious. I had never held a woman before. After a few moments my back began to ache with the pressure of supporting her weight and my own. My leg started to go numb. Her hair tickled my nose. Still, I didn’t move for fear of ruining this, the most wonderful moment of my life.