Ruin and Rising (The Shadow and Bone Trilogy, #3)

by Leigh Bardugo

“Ah. Above average,” said Genya. “Why didn’t you say so?” “I just did.”

I gasped. “Imposs—” “Don’t say it,” muttered Mal. Then chaos erupted.

“I’m just happy you’re alive,” I said, hastily blinking my eyes clear. “Though I’m sure you can talk me out of it.”

I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret.”

“Please tell me you plan to dress up as a volcra and jump out of a cake.”

“Saints,” I swore. “I forgot how often I want to stab you.” “So I haven’t lost my touch.” He

Maybe love was superstition, a prayer we said to keep the truth of loneliness at bay.

You keep storing up all that anger and grief. Eventually it spills over. Or you drown in it.