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April 7 - April 10, 2025
I might not be a threat, but I could become one.
“Saints, Alina. I hope you weren’t looking to me to be the voice of reason. I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret.”
“Everyone needs a hobby.” “I thought yours was preening.” “Two hobbies.”
“He laughs too much.” “There are worse traits.”
He took her face in his hands and kissed her. Genya went rigid. I thought she’d push him away. But then she threw her arms around him and kissed him back. Emphatically.
At the stairs, I grabbed Genya’s hand. “What did you whisper?” I asked quietly. “To the King.” She watched the others move up the steps, then said, “Na razrusha’ya. E’ya razrushost.” I am not ruined. I am ruination.
“Suffering is cheap as clay and twice as common. What matters is what each man makes of it.
“If you’re going to jump, at least give me time to compose a ballad in your honor,” said Nikolai. I turned to see him striding onto the terrace, blond hair shining. He’d thrown on an elegant greatcoat of army drab, marked with the golden double eagle. “Something with lots of sad fiddle and a verse devoted to your love of herring.”
what’s the rush? Is it my cologne?” “You don’t wear cologne.” “I have such a naturally delightful scent that it seems like overkill. But if you have a penchant for it, I’ll start.”
Maybe love was superstition, a prayer we said to keep the truth of loneliness at bay. I tilted my head back. The stars looked like they were close together, when really they were millions of miles apart. In the end, maybe love just meant longing for something impossibly bright and forever out of reach.
But Ana Kuya used to tell me that hope was tricky like water. Somehow it always found a way in.

