Ruin and Rising (Shadow and Bone, #3)

by Leigh Bardugo

A beast like that rests; he does not die.

He did not see the moment the girl ceased to bear her weakness as a burden and began to wear it as a guise.

Patience. That was always his prescription.

“You too. Thanks for the rescue.” “Everyone needs a hobby.” “I thought yours was preening.” “Two hobbies.”

“You haven’t seen me mean. When you do, you’ll require a very big hanky.” He snorted. “To dry my tears?” “To staunch the bleeding.”

Somehow a little of Zoya’s poison was exactly what I needed.

“I wanted more for you,” he said. “A white veil in your hair. Vows we could keep.”

I paused to light one for Harshaw, then another, and another. He would have liked the flames.

For all his crimes, the Darkling had loved Ravka, and he’d wanted its love in return.

“All hail the Pirate King.” “Privateer.”

“Next time warn me when you’re paying attention. I’ll talk less.”