Disha

“Zoya and I gaped at him. Then she scowled. "You know, if you turned a bit of that poetry on me, I might consider giving you a change."

"Who says I want one?"

"I want one!" called Harshaw.

Zoya blew a damp curl from her forehead. "Oncat as a better chance than you."

Harshaw held the little tabby above him. "Why, Oncat," he said. "You rogue.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Ruin and Rising

“What do you want, Mal?" The room seemed very quiet.
"Don't ask me that."
"Why not?"
"Because it can't be."
"I want to hear it anyway."
He blew out a long breath. "Say goodnight. Tell me to leave, Alina."
"No."
"You need an army. You need a crown."
"I do."
He laughed then. "I know I'm supposed to say something noble--I want a united Ravka free from the Fold. I want the Darkling in the ground, where he can never hurt you or anyone else again." He gave a rueful shake of his head. "But I guess I'm the same selfish ass I've always been. For all my talk of vows and honor, what I really want is to put you up against that wall and kiss you until you forget you ever knew another man's name. So tell me to go, Alina. Because I can't give you a title or an army or any of the things you need.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Ruin and Rising

“When evening fell the boy would bring the girl a glass of tea, a slice of lemon cake, an apple blossom floating in a blue cup. He would kiss her neck and whisper new names in her ear: beauty, beloved, cherished, my heart.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Ruin and Rising

“Everyone okay?" Mal asked.

"Never better," said Genya shakily.

David raised his hand. "I've been better.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Ruin and Rising