Every Spiral of Fate (This Woven Kingdom, #4)

by Tahereh Mafi

“When a man is on fire you don’t ask permission to extinguish him. I gather you will find your peace only once you’ve broken down his door.”

Had anyone ever been tender with her mind? she wondered. The poor thing was brutalized.

Pain

The gossip alone—” “We’re to be married, today,” Alizeh said with finality, pouring herself a cup. “I cannot afford to care any longer about the improprieties, for I need him to be well enough to make it to the ceremony.”

YES TELL HER

Always their conversations turned eventually to the evisceration of Cyrus’s character. She’d grown tired of it.

Yeah i'm sick of huda

The problem was, Cyrus was wearing nothing but a towel.

HEHHEEHEEH

Huda gasped aloud; Alizeh gasped in her heart.

When he died, he’d take a part of her with him. She wished he might take all of her.

Cyrus felt as if he’d sighted the stars for the first time, irrevocably changed in the aftermath of perceiving the infinite universe.

It would be simpler for him to lay down and die for her than to try to convey the enormity of all that he felt in her presence.

Instead, she lifted her head, stunned to discover that Cyrus had dared to meet her gaze, his expression hunted. He seemed to forget himself as he stared, the fear in his eyes softening into hunger, then liquefying into a need so great her knees nearly gave out.

As if he could possibly hold an appetite while being forced to watch, on his own wedding day, as another man touched his wife, danced with his wife, made plans to wed and bed his wife. How much more would he be expected to survive? He loved her. He would kill for her, would soon die for her, and yet he knew he had no right to want her.

Heaven help her, this man was her husband. Alizeh felt nearly ill with longing. How she wished she might touch him. How desperately she wanted only to rest her hand against the expanse of his shoulders.

Cyrus returned his gaze to Alizeh, looking at her then with an almost shattering reverence. “One,” he said, “stands before us all.”

Despite every darkness, a spark of hope caught inside her. She couldn’t believe it was finally happening. After all these years, she would finally return home.

Heavens, she could hardly think of him without feeling as if she’d been punctured by starlight.

We hate him because he hates our king, said Amir. We don’t need another reason.

Lmao the goat

I’m not evolved enough to manage the disgraceful state of my heart. I’m so jealous I feel the pain in my fucking blood. I hate him not because he is unworthy—but because I am weak.

Feel, her parents had once said to her. The shackles worn by your people are often unseen by the eye. Feel, they’d said, for even blind, you will know how to break them. Alizeh let go.

It was then that she’d seen the wink of a single, worn object—the Book of Arya—still intact among the remains of her life.

She’d begun to realize that it was pain that had built her; pain that had both softened and scarred her; pain that had prepared her most for this moment.

“Should you pledge your allegiance to me today, know this: My heart is not my own. My hands are not my own. My life belongs to those oppressed on this earth, and I will not stop until I’ve done everything I can to secure our freedom from tyranny.”

It was helpful, then, that the mere sight of Alizeh kept his pulse racing at an unsustainable speed, the resulting effects of which were so uncomfortable he felt he might explode out of his own body to escape them.

Alizeh laughed at this, and Cyrus looked up like a wrenched marionette, magnetized to the sound. He waited to see if she would laugh again. Instead, she sighed, and he withered.

She deserved a title entirely her own. Cyrus was wretched as he watched her, as she looked gently into the distance, sunlight choosing to know her eyes, her nose, the elegant grace of her neck. He wondered what she wondered.

“That,” said Cyrus quietly, “is what it feels like. In her presence I am easily killed, returned over and over to dust.”

“Is it not a small miracle to bear witness to such beauty?” “Yes,” he said, still staring at her.

He nearly made a desperate sound.

Just kiss already

Kamran, you might at least be reasonable, or else your objections will not withstand judgment.”

Ugh shut up kamran she doesnt want you

“Because if you were truly my wife, there would be no force on earth strong enough to keep me from you.”

He saw nothing but her. He wanted nothing but her. He couldn’t fucking breathe.

“I will say this once, angel, for I feel you should be warned. No man alive has ever loved a woman the way that I love you, and I would rather die, damned as I am, than disgrace us both with the pitiful, unrequited performance of my heart.”

She was stunned to discover that Cyrus was more striking than ever, his beauty somehow refining each time she looked upon his face. She loved the dark copper of his hair; the sharp slashes of his brows; the sun-kissed glow of his skin; the devastating depths of his blue eyes. The more she came to know him, the harder it was to behold him, for he was like the sea, unfathomable. And he’d told her he loved her.

“I don’t mean to speak harshly with you,” she said to Kamran, striving for calm. “It’s only that I wish—” Hazan cleared his throat.

LET MY GIRL TALJ MYLORD

She was, herself, magic.

There was something ancient and essential running through her veins; and Cyrus, who’d dedicated his entire life to the study of divination, had never seen anything like it.

when Cyrus offered Alizeh his gloved hand she took it without hesitation, and this moment of trust was not lost on him as he drew her forward, ahead of him. Cyrus felt a little breathless as she stepped up to the mountain face.

Despite the thickening gloom that consumed his life, he was surprised to discover he was still capable of hope. If nothing else, he had been changed by Alizeh, remade by proximity to her.

When she did, a shaft of light laid itself at her feet, illuminating the uncertain path ahead.

Giving the cave in aladdin

It felt, suddenly, like they were the only two people in the room.

His enormous, unbridled smile was a cruel shock to her system, for it shattered the armor he wore, rendering him glorious in the aftermath. He appeared at once younger and lighter having set down his shields; and his shining eyes and soft expression were so unaffected that she could see how he might’ve laughed all the time in another life. Alizeh was mesmerized by this discovery. She’d never seen him experience a moment of true happiness, and the longer he smiled, the harder her heart broke. Always, she seemed to be the only one thusly affected.

Beyond this barren cave, infinite threads are found. All this twisted glory, in braids and binds abound. Innocents torn asunder, kingdoms born of hate. High time to knit together, with every spiral of fate.’”

That gave me goosebumps.all the titlews!!!!

It was true that Alizeh’s heart was perhaps more tender than most. It was true that she cried too easily and felt too deeply. But too often her kindness was misunderstood. Always, she was underestimated.

Her enemies thought her softness made her weak. But it was the very softness of her heart that drove her to slaughter armies in the defense of those she loved. She knew when to wipe her tears, when to rise to her feet, when to draw boundaries and when to draw blood. Her kindness was not inexhaustible; it was not unconditional. And she did not extend compassion to tyrants. Iblees had made a poor calculation. Alizeh drew the dagger from her pocket and drove it, without warning, directly into his heart.

Im sobbi g