The Winter of the Witch (Winternight Trilogy, #3)

by Katherine Arden

“Kill me then,” she said. “Have the courage to do it yourself, not leave it to a mob and call it justice.”

Bars

But at long last he wanted something more than he wanted me confined and I am freed at last. I have seen the stars and smelled the smoke, and tasted men’s fear.”

“You have already offered me my life. I didn’t take it; I saved myself. Why would I take anything less from you?”

“Love is for those who know the griefs of time, for it goes hand in hand with loss. An eternity, so burdened, would be a torment. And yet—” He broke off, drew breath. “Yet what else to call it, this terror and this joy?”

warn you, the road leads through darkness.” Sasha said, “Then we will go through darkness, sister.”

She did not want to see hope in his eyes. She wanted him to be a monster.

have been running through the dark, trying to save all who have need of me. I have done good and I have done evil, but I am neither. I am only myself. You will not make me ashamed,

“Do we talk of forgiveness, brother?” said Dmitrii. “The left hand does not beg forgiveness of the right.”

“I—I fought. I yielded my life and I was glad to give it. It is for others to make it matter. My death is Dmitrii’s now—and—and yours. Guard this land. Make it whole.”