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

by Tahereh Mafi

When she moved, he fought to remain still; when she breathed, he wanted to draw breath. Every aspect of him was now tuned precisely to her; and like a compass searching for true north, he felt frenzied when she was out of sight. In her absence he felt pushed to the very edge of lunacy; in her presence he felt unhinged. The mere sight of her sent his pulse pounding with a speed that scared him.

wow

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

“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.”

um kill me

“What do you know of sacrifice?” he said.

mic drop

She refused to be afraid of a clown, a court jester, a sentient whisper. She was not beholden to the devil’s darkness; he could not control her. She owed him nothing.

the devil is a lieeee preach sister