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“Why do you never kiss me sweetly in the morning, Zoya?” “I do nothing sweetly, Your Highness.”
“Yuri Vedenen, if you upset my wife again, I will kill you where you stand.”
OH MY GOD,,, HIS,, WIFE
“Oh, David,” Genya said, taking his hand. “You’ve never threatened to murder anyone for me before.” “Haven’t I?” he murmured distractedly, placed a kiss on her knuckles, and continued reading.
They are everything to me & more
There had been a time when words had been the only place he could find solace. No book ever lost patience with him or told him to sit still. When his tutors had thrown up their hands in frustration, it was the library that had taught Nikolai military history, strategy, chemistry, astronomy. Each spine had been an open doorway whispering, Come in, come in. Here is a land you’ve never seen before. Here is a place to hide when you’re frightened, to play when you’re bored, to rest when the world seems unkind.
“Rest,” she told Hanne, and realized she was smiling for the first time in months.
Nina certainly has a type
Kaz Brekker and the rest of those reprobates,”
MY CROWS
Progress is a river. It cannot be called back once it leaps its banks.”
But Zoya Nazyalensky was no ordinary Squaller.
YEAH BABEY
The monster is me and I am the monster.
He took her hand, pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “My ruthless Zoya, I’ll load the gun myself.”
“They’ve always liked us better dead,” she said. “No one knows what to do with a living Saint.”
“Did he love the girl he forced to commit those murders? What about the girl he tossed into the old king’s bed for his own purposes, then mutilated when she dared to challenge him? Or the woman he blinded for failing to offer him unswerving devotion?” Who would speak for Liliyana, for Genya and Alina and Baghra if she did not? Who will speak for me?
SHE’S RIGHT.
“Where is the shrine to my aunt? To Saint Harshaw? To Sergei or Marie or Fedyor? Who will worship them and light candles in their names?”
Saint Harshaw supremacy
“No. I took her family name, and I swore I would honor her sacrifice, that I would make something of the life she gave to me.”
Oh my god
The answer was obvious: Zoya Nazyalensky could do the job—assuming she could get free of this purgatory. He would make her his First Minister and Protector of the Realm, not just the commander of the Grisha forces. If Nikolai died before his heir came of age, she would be there to watch over Ravka and the line of succession. The people had come to trust her—as much as they could trust a Grisha. And despite her dark moods and vindictive heart, he had come to trust her. She was maturing into a steady, confident leader.
Please just admit you’re completely in awe of her and PROPOSE.
may I suggest a spider wearing a suit?” “Why a suit?” asked Zoya, frowning. “Why not just a spider?” “Where did he get the suit? How did he fasten the buttons? Why does he feel the need to dress for the occasion?”
“It is too droll.”
Living for Genya slighting the entire Fjerdan delegation
