Vow of Thieves (Dance of Thieves, #2)

by Mary E. Pearson

Only now did I understand the unbearable weight of secrets. You can never know their true burden until they’ve been lifted from you.

We. Everything was we now. We wove our dreams together like armor. Nothing could stop us now.

“Sometimes you have to remind yourself that you’re not powerless. That you have some measure of control.

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

Lest we repeat history, Let the stories be passed, From father to son, from mother to daughter, For with but one generation, History and truth are lost forever.

My arm tightened around her. “I’m thinking how much I love you.” “Then I’m glad you’re awake. Tell me again, Jase. Tell me the riddle…” She mumbled a few more incoherent words and drifted back to sleep, her cheek nestling into my shoulder. I kissed the top of her head. My breath, my blood, my calm.

When you are on the lowest rung of society, you are a comforting reminder to those just a bit above you that life could always be worse, that they are not you.

You are my family now, Kazi.

Kalian dah nikah kah?

Write it down, before you forget. And each day we do. But we can only write about Now.

Sometimes you have to remind yourself that you’re not powerless. That you have some measure of control. Maybe that’s what makes you brave enough to face another day.

Sometimes people leave us forever and there’s no getting them back.”