“Ehri didnt speak like a politician. she told her tale in the cadence of the great poets. it was like listening to someone play music, as if she had her hands on the khatuur at this very moment and was plucking out a melancholy song”
“Don’t go,” he said, still half asleep. “I have to bathe. I smell like a forest fire.” “You smell like wildflowers. You always do. What can I say to make you stay?” His words trailed off into a drowsy mumble as he fell back asleep. Tell me it’s more than war and worry that makes you speak those words. Tell me what they would mean if you weren’t a king and I weren’t a soldier.”
“And if…if I wished for more?“ She felt his fingers on her chin, turning her head. There was an unwanted ache in her throat. Zoya forced herself to meet his gaze. In this light, his hazel eyes looked almost golden. ”Then I would gladly be your prince, your consort, your demon fool.”
"this sentimental bond of kebben has never made sense to me,” said makhi. “i was supposed to be born a twin. but I murdered him in the womb. or so my nursemaid told me. ahe said it was why i was born with only half a soul.”
i haven't read row yet but i heard people are hating on makhi 🔪 i wonder why
They were plummeting toward the sea. Zoya felt Genya’s arms around her, Liliyana holding her tight. She felt Nikolai’s presence beside her and Juris’ sword in her hands.
With a wild, gasping breath, she felt her wings unfurl.