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.”
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.
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.”
“All hail the Pirate King.”
“Why dance around it? ‘Bastard King’ is more likely.”
“Actually,” I said, “they’re already calling you Korol Rezni.” I’d heard it whispered in the streets of Kribirsk: King of Scars.
Yuyeh sesh. Despise your heart. Ni weh sesh. I have no heart.
Leigh Bardugo, Ruin and Rising
know that i loved you. know that it was not enough.