Shadow and Bone (The Shadow and Bone Trilogy, #1)

by Leigh Bardugo

“The problem with wanting,” he whispered, his mouth trailing along my jaw until it hovered over my lips, “is that it makes us weak.”

Isn't it true though? I hate wanting things. I've always wished I could move through the world being very calm, very removed. But it's just not in my nature. It's also fun to watch a near-immortal give himself up to desire—or does he? With the Darkling you can never be sure what is real, what is calculation. I do remember when I first wrote this scene I had them entering the room, settling awkwardly on a settee. Why bother with all of that when there's a perfectly good door available?