“He leaned against the window, and the gilded frame came into sharp focus. “Do you think it would be any different with your tracker beside you? With that Lantsov pup?”
“Yes,” I said simply.
“Because you would be the strong one?”
“Because they’re better men than you.”
“You might make me a better man.”
“And you might make me a monster.”


"Do you know what the girls back at the White Cathedral called him? Beznako.”

A lost cause.

          – Ruin and Rising, Leigh Bardugo


theloupgaroux:

I sought Morozova’s amplifiers for you, Alina, that we might rule as equals.


“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.”

posted 4 days ago via starkovs · © nikolailantsv with 93 notes


The less you say, the more weight your words will carry.
The less you say, the more weight your words will carry.
posted 4 days ago via starkovs · © parbatais with 58 notes

I took another step. He stilled. Our bodies were almost touching now. I reached up and cupped his cheek with my hand. This time the flash of confusion on his face was impossible to miss. He held himself frozen, his only movement the steady rise and fall of his chest. Then, as if in concession, he let his eyes close. A line appeared between his brows.

“It’s true,” I said softly. “You are stronger, wiser, infinite in experience.” I leaned forward and whispered, my lips brushing the shell of his ear. “But I am an apt pupil.”


rozaprior:

Ruin & Rising

No one knew his name to curse or extol, so I spoke it softly, beneath my breath.

"Aleksander." I whispered.

A boy’s name, given up.
Almost forgotten.

posted 1 week ago via rozaprior with 28 notes

A M  A N  A P T  P U P I L.

posted 1 week ago via rencrown with 37 notes

book meme ;; [3/5] the grisha trilogy

“This was his soul made flesh, the truth of him laid bare in the blazing sun, shorn of mystery and shadow. This was the truth behind the handsome face and the miraculous powers, the truth that was the dead and empty space between the stars, a wasteland peopled by frightened monsters.” 


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