Mal snickered. "What's so funny?" "I just pictured the Darkling being cornered by a sweaty duchess trying to have her way with him.
I may not have been completely honest about that." "You? Less than truthful? I'm shocked, Nikolai. Shocked and horrified.
If it works, it will be plenty dramatic. And I suppose that if it doesn't work, it will be even more dramatic, what with the blast." "David, I think you just made a joke." He frowned, utterly perplexed. "Did I?
I told them you hate herring.” “Why?” “And that you love plum cake. And that Ana Kuya took a switch to you when you ruined your spring slippers jumping in puddles.” I winced. “Why would you tell them all that?” “I wanted to make you h...
Ivan gabbled something in Shu that I didn't understand. The giant just laughed. "You speak Shu like a tourist," he said.
You just punched a prince, Alina. I guess we can add one more act of treason to our list.” I shook out my sore hand. My knuckles smarted. “First of all, are we so sure he really is a prince? And second, you’re just jealous.” “Of course I’...
I have loved you all my life, Mal," I whispered through my tears. "There is no end to our story.
David looked at me, then, the regret plain on his face. No matter what I said, we both knew the hard truth. We do our best. We try. And usually, it makes no difference at all
Because I am a doll, and a servant. Because I am a pretty thing and a soldier all the same.
I rolled my eyes. "For defending my honor, you dullard." He yanked me beneath a shadowed awning. I had a moment's panic when I thought he'd spotted trouble, but then his arms were around me and his lips were pressed to mine. When he finally drew back...
I think we often hold heroines to an absurd standard. Be brave! Be wise! Always know what's in your heart and speak the truth of it! No and no and no. We fight to be brave. We learn to be wise. We struggle to know ourselves and voice what we want.
We put on our best clothes and die like heroes.
