These Infinite Threads (This Woven Kingdom, #2)

by Tahereh Mafi

More than anything, Alizeh found she wanted two things simultaneously: to go into a deep hibernation from which she might never emerge; and to rise up and become all that her people had ever hoped for.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he said, his smile vanishing. “Even when you lie to me.”

My god

“My kingdom,” he said softly. “For your hand.”

“Heavens. You talk almost as if you want to die.” “And you would judge me?” He took an alarming step closer. “For relishing an exit from this brutal consciousness we call life?”

“Never mind.” Cyrus cut her off. “I don’t care to know the dizzying particulars of your relationship with the idiot heir of Ardunia.”

He was a series of mystery boxes she wasn’t certain she wanted to open, and whose hidden depths tempted her even as they scared her.

“I didn’t know your name for so long, angel. I love the way it feels in my mouth.”