Vow of Thieves (Dance of Thieves, #2)

by Mary E. Pearson

We’ll write our own story. And it will take a thousand volumes. We have a lifetime ahead of us.” “That’s a lot of trees.” He shrugged. “We own a mountainful, remember?” We. Everything was we now. We wove our dreams together like armor. Nothing could stop us now.

Sometimes you need to own one whole day. Maybe that’s what makes you brave enough to face another.”

I made a bargain with this devil, the very man who had ripped out my soul and now bribed me with the false hope of returning it.

The altar was still oddly erect, frozen out in the open, like a deer caught unaware in a blind, too afraid to move. Every vow I had ever made began in the temple— Except for one. One vow began in the wilderness with Kazi.

Forever. We had tossed the word around easily. We owned the world. For those few weeks, the word seemed fashioned just for us.

Waiting for someone else to write your history was no way to live. Sometimes it was only a certain way to die.

But I had loved and been loved deeply and completely, not once but twice in my life. I would not trade that for all the riches that Montegue had to offer.

didn’t—” “Don’t. Don’t tell me you didn’t know. You were as precise as a surgeon cutting out a heart. You knew exactly what you were doing to me.”

A family’s not a puzzle with a set number of pieces. It’s more like a well—the fuller, the better.”

Random mercies were sprinkled about as if a drunken angel had passed overhead.