The Huntress

by Kate Quinn

stropping his prose until it could cut like a razor’s

Cool phrase

little huntress. “If I teach you anything,” he whispered, “let it be how to move through the world without making a sound, Nina

“It’s why my children will all die before me. You fear nothing, you get stupid. It’s better to fear one thing,

the flash in her eyes he’d seen many times before—a kind of sullen, stubborn anger. Why did you make me know that? her eyes asked. I didn’t want to know that.

the warm feeling of belonging.

Selkie

Mythical Creature

straitened

Poverty

because everyone had heard of the fortunes squirreled away by the powerful and the prescient high in the Reich. Never mind that I never found a single war criminal living in luxury behind gold-gated estates,

Frau Vogt’s voice. “Lorelei

I'm Confused

To keep our planes, we’ll have to be perfect.” Perfection meant ten separate courses of study per day, plus another two hours of drilling, from classroom to airfield and back. At night they were rousted out of

“In our constitution, it is written that women have equal rights in all fields of activity. Today you took the military

It was a strange thing, not to be the best—she’d been the best for so long, certainly the best female in the air club, but here there were hundreds of women who had all been the best in their air clubs.

“You promised you’d take an afternoon’s fishing at the lake this spring, and you haven’t been once.”

Foreshadow

“Mat tvoyu cherez sem’vorot s prisvistom.”

Wont translate

Шестьсот шестнадцать.

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“He’s not God, Yelenushka. Just another sack of Party horseshit in a suit.”

fuck themselves through seven gates whistling.”

But she didn’t mind telling him about Seb, and Ian stored her affectionate stories up like coins.

So tell us already

white with terror as a shot crashed out.

I am the rusalka of the world’s deepest lake at the world’s farthest end,

I am a Night Witch of the Forty-Sixth Taman Guards Night Bomber Aviation Regiment.

She was afraid of something else now instead.

Oh, you blue-eyed bitch, if you killed my husband—

This story began for me with the idea of lakes, the water nymphs rumored to inhabit them (some benevolent and some malevolent, depending on the folklore), and the three very different women who begin this story standing on vastly distant shores. It