Darkdawn (The Nevernight Chronicle, #3)

by Jay Kristoff

‘ “A girl who was to murder as maestros are to music”?’ Drusilla looked up from the book she was reading, blood-red edges on the pages, a black crow embossed upon the cover. A mirthless smirk twisted her lips. ‘Black Goddess, he really thinks a lot of his own prose, doesn’t he?’ ‘Everyone’s a critic.’ Aelius propped his cigarillo on his lips and shrugged at the book. ‘But aye, some of the metaphors are perhaps a bit much.’ ‘Thank the Goddess he doesn’t talk the way he writes. If he sounded this pretentious when he opened his mouth, I’d have had him murdered years ago.’

lol

‘Promise you’ll meet me there. Promise you’ll come back to me.’ ‘Promises are for poets.’ ‘I mean it. I’m not losing you.’ ‘You know what they say,’ Mia smiled. ‘ ’Tis better to have loved and lost …’ ‘Whoever said that never loved someone the way I love you.’

AAAHHH

Two pieces of the whole. One is just … darkness. Rage. She hates the world and everything in it. All she wants is to tear it down and laugh as it burns. And then there’s the me who thinks there might actually be something worth fighting for in all this. And maybe something to live for after.’

Two wolves inside me typeshit