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“Men who see too much have a way of losing their eyes.” “And queens who trust too little have a way of losing their thrones.”
Tamar snorted. “This is Ravka. It’s always getting worse.”
Of course, Nikolai was the liar here. But kings did what they wished; bastards did what they must.
“This king deals in both bullets and blackmail.” “This king rules men, not Saints. Sometimes more than prayer is required.”
There is no secret self. I’m not going to reveal another me to you. I’m not going to be tamed by you.
The Shu had a saying, one she’d always liked: Yuyeh sesh. Despise your heart. She would do what had to be done.
No, she hadn’t made peace with death, but they’d come to an understanding.
“I’ll give you the rockets we’ve been working on,” said David. “But even if we can source more titanium, I won’t build them bigger.” “May I ask why?” said Nikolai, though he thought he knew. “I won’t make a city killer.” “And if it’s the threat we need?” “If we build one,” said David, “it won’t stop with us. It never does.”
“First I need to best the wolf at my door. Then we’ll see what nightmares lurk in the dark.”
Love was the destroyer. It made mourners, widows, left misery in its wake. Grief and love were one and the same. Grief was the shadow love left when it was gone.
There was nothing else to do but keep moving forward. You chose your path. You walked it. You hoped to find a way home again.
“One day your luck will run out, Mister Brekker.” “Then I’ll just have to make some more.”
The past lay shattered and bleak, torn by trenches, thick with mines. But the future was rolling hills and untouched forest, an open sea, a fair-weather sky.
But maybe that was the trick of it: to survive, to dare to stay alive, to forge your own hope when all hope had run out.
