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Little red bird, every day you choose the work of living. Every day you choose to go on. There is no failure here, Nina.
I have been made to protect you. Even in death I will find a way.
“You’re strong, but you’re afraid of anyone seeing it, so you hunch and try to make yourself smaller. You’re only at ease when you think no one is watching.
“No mourners,” she whispered, and launched herself through the broken glass.
“Sometimes a dragon is just a dragon, Zoya Nazyalensky, and I can assure you no metaphor has ever murdered so many.”
“Like calls to like,” she said softly.
“But in the end, you killed him.” “We both died that day, Zoya.
We have lived a thousand lives together.
Women don’t want to be seduced. They want to be seen and listened to.
“Most of us can hide our greatest hurts and longings. It’s how we survive each day. We pretend the pain isn’t there, that we are made of scars instead of wounds.
“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.”
Because Valentin Grankin was a rich, respected man. Because Liliyana Garin was no one at all.
You and I are going to change the world, he’d told her. And she’d been fool enough to believe him.
you are strong enough to survive the fall.
“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.
“My only comfort is that you never could have been mine. But know that I would have gladly been yours.”
“Everyone mourns the first blossom,” she recited softly. Who will weep for the rest that fall?
They would build a new world together. But first they had to burn the old one down.
