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“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.”
“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.
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.
“You are all I’ve ever wanted,” he said. “You are the whole of my heart.”
Tamar sobbed. Tolya swore. And there it was again: the thready, miraculous sound of Mal drawing breath.
The names they gave were false ones, though the vows they made were true.
They had an ordinary life, full of ordinary things—if love can ever be called that.
Kaz didn’t care who was responsible; the murder fascinated him because he couldn’t figure out how it had been accomplished. In one of the busiest corridors of the Stadhall, in full view of more than
“The Dregs won’t last a week without you.” “I’d give them a month on sheer momentum.” The thought
