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"You don't have to be cruel to be strong. You don't have to be mean to seem brave. You don't have to look down on others in order to stand tall. Having emotions does not mean you're weak. It means you're smart enough to let yourself feel."

"words are the most powerful weapon of all, and I will wield them."

"Guilt doesn't assuage the guilty."

"When you feel responsible for death... that stays with you. It sticks to the soles of your feet every time you take a step."

"I was a girl clinging to my own stagnancy, because I was terrified of being thrown back into the world that had abused me."

"Your heartbeat..."
"What about it?"
"It sounds like mine."

"We kiss like two stars colliding, our heat flaring with the threat to burn, while the cold world around us fades in our light."

"the eyes of liars are tricky things"

"We tell ourselves twisted lies to tangle around our wicked truths, all so that we can get caught up in the bind and not have to face bare regrets."

"Pain shouldn't be the requisite of beauty."

"He broke something inside of me far more than just my heart. He broke my will. My drive. My voice. He broke down my very spirit, and I let him.

The burden of love I held for him for so long has been scraped off... Never again will I be the clap he molds in his hands. I'm going to shape myself."

"I'm trying to do better, but I don't quite know what that looks like."

"I loved you in the middle of the ocean, and in the mountains, and in the thousands of breaths and moments we've somehow woven together"

"Perhaps control wasn't found in hiding.
Perhaps it was found in facing one's self head on."

"Death had a particular scent. Whether caused by sickness or violence or accident, the reek was the same. It invaded the senses and took up residence, until it was the only thing one could smell."

"Pain, Will had long come to learn, was a peculiar thing. Sometimes it came in shades, the way the navy of twilight turned to black so gradually he could hardly detect the difference, until it was too late and the dark of night was upon him. Sometimes it came in different colours entirely, each piercing of agony so unique, there was no way he could mistake them for each other"

"She was no better than an object, that weapon she'd dreaded becoming when she was in Tahir, passed along to whoever could sharpen her that day, whoever could make sure she yielded the maximum results."

"Will was well acquainted with Desperation. It was what broke those he questioned; what caused even the most iron-willed to shattered beneath his affinity and beg for mercy. He knew its taste, its weight, its shape and how it settled in the gut and scratched at the throat and made the heart beat so hard it might just crack one's chest."

"their love was one made in terror and desperation - in battling enemies and courting death. It was fast, and desperate, and a part of her wondered, or maybe feared, that it was not enough to stand on."

"hope was a dangerous thing. It muddled the mind and weakened the senses."

"In the end, I wanted to live more than I wanted him to love me."

"Mist hung over the winding path like a headache."

Page one and already impressed with the creation of atmosphere and the writing. I have high hopes for this one!

I didn't think this was the duo I'd be rooting for at the start of the book!!

I'm just in awe at how complex and unique this book is. It's also a DEBUT! Definitely an author to look out for!

I'm so glad the story so far is living up to this mesmerising cover!

"sometimes people are just looking to give their pain to someone else and will use any excuse they can find."

“Who do you think is more courageous when charging into battle? The knight who has nothing to fear, surrounded by hundreds of his fellow men, armed... or the lone knight, with no one beside him, nothing but his fists, and everything to lose?”
For reasons that I couldn’t comprehend, the question made me feel like crying. "The latter.”
"Why?”he asked.
“Because he knows he can’t win, and he chooses to fight anyway.”

Terms of endearment that are also meant to annoy the female lead will forever make me swoon!

"I cried all the time. I cried when Leigh made me laugh too hard. I cried when I saw my mother in pain. I cried at the end of a great book, or when I heard a beautiful harmony. I cried when I lost a patient at the infirmary. I cried when I felt overwhelmed. It was the least brave quality—to be sensitive and fearful and full of tears."

“Tell me, Aya. Would you like to meet your soul?”

This book contains the most fascinating elements. I'll be shocked if anything alters in the last 100 pages to make me give this anything less than five stars.