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Shame holds more value than coin ever can.”
“Well, who can guess at the motives of thieves?”
Many boys will bring you flowers. But someday you’ll meet a boy who will learn your favorite flower, your favorite song, your favorite sweet. And even if he is too poor to give you any of them, it won’t matter because he will have taken the time to know you as no one else does. Only that boy earns your heart.
She refused to flinch.
He’d helped her build a legend to wear as armor, something bigger and more frightening than the girl she’d been.
“Wind in your hair, sea spray on your skin. The cold of the living.”
“Yes. Like a hive of bees in your dresser drawer.” Jesper barked a laugh. “Just like that.” “So what are we doing here?” Jesper turned back to the sea, feeling his cheeks heat. “Hoping for honey, I guess. And praying not to get stung.”
“I hate the way you talk.” Did he imagine the hurt that flashed across her face? As if his words could have any effect on this witch.
“Then why has a Grisha never been found innocent at the end of your supposedly fair trials?” “I—” “Because our crime is existing. Our crime is what we are.”
The water hears and understands. The ice does not forgive.
“Facts are for the unimaginative,” Jesper said with a dismissive wave.
Suli were travelers. For them, “home” really just meant family.
Better terrible truths than kind lies.
There were patterns in the way people moved, the way they clustered around power. They thought they were drifting, milling aimlessly, but really they were being drawn toward people of status.
She’d wondered what kind of men needed to display their strength to helpless captives in chains.
“They fear you as I once feared you,” he said. “As you once feared me. We are all someone’s monster, Nina.”
Only two days ago, she would have left it at that, respecting their unspoken agreement to tread lightly in each other’s pasts.
