“Maybe love was superstition, a prayer we said to keep the truth of loneliness at bay. I tilted my head back. The stars looked like they were close together, when really they were millions of miles apart. In the end, maybe love just meant longing for something impossibly bright and forever out of reach.”
“I hope you weren’t looking to me to be the voice of reason. I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret.”
“Beauty was your armor. Fragile stuff, all show. But what’s inside you? That’s steel. It’s brave and unbreakable. And it doesn’t need fixing.”
“Na razrusha’ya. I am not ruined. E’ya razrushost. I am ruination.”
“You never know,” said Nikolai. “I’ve been busy. I might have some surprises in store for the Darkling yet.” “Please tell me you plan to dress up as a volcra and jump out of a cake.” “Well, now you’ve ruined the surprise.”
“Hope was tricky like water. Somehow it always found a way in.”
“I already unleashed Baghra on Nikolai. He’s going to think I stockpile vicious old women.”
“How could he be so cruel and still so human?”
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