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One thing did stand out to me: the word the philosophers used to describe people born without Grisha gifts, otkazat’sya, “the abandoned.” It was another word for orphan.
WHEN I THOUGHT things couldn’t get any worse, they did.
What is infinite? The universe and the greed of men.”
I know then. I know that we are different from one another. Terribly, irrevocably different.
I make my choice. I grab hold of the thing inside me and push it back down. “Mal!” I shout, and begin to struggle once more.
So I’d made my choice. I’d pushed my power down and held it there each day, with all my energy
and will, without ever realizing it. I’d used up every bit of myself to keep that secret.
The next morning, I’d woken to find dark circles beneath my eyes. They’d been with me ever since.
“But mostly I wanted to see the look on that bitch’s face when she saw you in the Darkling’s color.”
and the unthinkable happened: The Hummingbird took flight.
“When people say impossible, they usually mean improbable.”
Of course I’m jealous. I thought I was going to get to punch him.
Just like that, I’d left Os Alta.
“You know the problem with heroes and saints, Nikolai?” I asked as I closed the book’s cover and headed for the door. “They always end up dead.”
“I have loved you all my life, Mal,” I whispered through my tears. “There is no end to our story.”
And he was my monster, too.
was a living star. I was combustion. I was a new sun born to shatter air and eat the earth. I am ruination.
