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“All part of the act, Your Highness.”
She wished she had Inej’s gift for spywork or Kaz’s gift for scheming, but she only seemed to have Jesper’s gift for bad decisions.
How men liked to recount their deeds.
Young Zoya bleeding in the snow, heart full of valor. Zoya of the lost city. Zoya of the garden. You could not protect them then, and you cannot protect them now, not you and not your monster king.”
“When your mind is free, the door opens.”
“The door to the making at the heart of the world.”
The storm is in your bones.
ADRIK WAS FURIOUS—still glum, but furious. It was like being yelled at by a damp towel.
Always hit where the mark isn’t looking.
All fuels burn differently. Some faster, some hotter. Hate is one kind of fuel. But hate that began as devotion? That makes for another kind of flame.”
“When I said you were talented, I meant it. When I said you were glorious, I meant that too.”
“Most women suffer thorns for the sake of the flowers. But we who would wield power adorn ourselves in flowers to hide the sting of our thorns.”
Be sweeter. Be gentler. Smile when you are suffering.
“We are all bought and sold.
Because you are strong enough to survive the fall.
I wanted … strength. Safety. I never wanted to feel helpless again.”
Because Zoya was not kind and she was not easy. But she was already a queen.
“Promise you’ll come back to us.”
You knew at which altar he chose to worship.
“Stop punishing yourself for being someone with a heart. You cannot protect yourself from suffering. To live is to grieve. You are not protecting yourself by shutting yourself off from the world. You are limiting yourself, just as you did with your training.”
To live is to grieve.
Anything worth doing always starts as a bad idea.
Fjerda didn’t need mercy. It needed miracles.
The bones of the girls lost to the mountain, forged by Nina’s power into something new.
“What is power without someone to wield it over?
What is it to be a god without worship? A queen without subjects? I was the witch in the wood, the queen on her throne, the goddess in her temple.
We are the dragon. We do not lie down to die.
This time I saved you,
This time, I got it right.
“No more lies,”
She was perfect before,
Or would have been if you hadn’t pruned and plucked at her like an overeager gardener trying to mold an unruly shrub.
They would build a new world together. But first they had to burn the old one down.
“So many of my old friends, gathered in one place,” said the Darkling from the mouth of a loyal, gullible boy, another fool who had loved him. “It’s good to be home.”
Ugh this bitch🙄
