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422 pages, Kindle Edition
Published May 5, 2023
❝I didn’t need options. I made a choice and that choice was you. That’s all.❞
❝My victories only ever taste like victories when they’re won against you, Theodora.❞
❝She isn’t worth everything. She is everything.❞
❝Beauty for me is a quiet girl with a brilliant mind, a debate team captain with a calm voice and textbooks covered in color-coded annotations. Beauty for me is a girl with cold skin and a faraway gaze, a girl who loves children’s books but rarely laughs. Beauty for me is sage-green silk and soft white wool and forget-me-not eyes. My definition of beauty starts and ends with Theodora.❞

“Did you want me? Back when I kissed you?”
“I always want you. I just can’t have you.”
"Don't forget, son."-his voice deep and gravelly like I hope mine will be one day-"being great is good, but being the best is better."
I'm not insignificant-I have never been nor will ever be. Especially not to her.
Theodora can pretend I am the shadows she treads on the ground or she can pretend I'm the wall she passes by without seeing, but she cannot pretend I'm insignificant.
"I wish I existed in this world as the version of me that exists in your mind," I tell him.
"You would," he says, voice full of tenderness, "if only you saw yourself as I see you."
"i love you with every atom of my being, and i love every atom of yours. i love you desperately, like a starving man. i love you to distraction."
➺ "i absolutely, undeniably, inexorably love you."
➺ "i'd give you anything you'd ask for. if your love demanded my prostration, i'd get on my knees for you, i'd kiss the ground at your feet."
➺ "because being around you is like standing in sunlight and because i don't believe any harm could ever come to me when i'm by your side. because parting ways with you is going to feel like having the heart torn out of my chest, and every rending heart string is going to be a death of its own."
➺ "i don't have dreams- i just try to stay on top of things. i barely have time for the things i love, only the things i must do. i don't have anyone i talk to about anythig real, even though i'm almost never alone. i'm clever enough to understand this but not clever enough to know how to fix it."
“Theodora Dorokhova is going to be the most important person I meet in Spearcrest.”
“I'd give you anything you'd ask for. If your love demanded my prostration, I'd get on my knees for you, I'd kiss the ground at your feet.”
“I'm the man who loves her. The man who's going to spend his life making sure she's safe from harm-safe from you.
And one day, Mr Dorokhov, I'll be the man who marries her.”
He lets out an ugly laugh. “I'll be cold in my grave before I let that happen.”
“That can be arranged,” I reply.

“My beautiful nemesis. My formidable adversary. My dearest rival.”
“I’m always desperate for a compliment from you, Theodora.” His smile is easy and guileful. “They are the rarest of treasures. How could I not want to collect them?”
“I could spend a fortune of flirtation on you, Theodora, and it would still not be a waste. I could lay treasures of compliments and tenderness at your feet like offerings to a cruel goddess, and you could ignore them all, and I would never once regret any of it.”
“I love you atrociously. I love you with every atom of my being, and I love every atom of yours. I love you desperately, like a starving man. I love you to distraction. And I think maybe you love me too. You just aren’t quite ready to say it yet.”
“My definition of beauty starts and ends with Theodora. And as for the value I give her, it’s immeasurable. She is worth dying for, living for. Killing for, probably, or at least poisoning for. She is worth every academic failure, every restless night, all the suffering and yearning and hopelessness. She isn’t worth everything. She is everything.”
“Because I know you, Theodora. I know you better than I know my own soul. I know every expression on your face like they are the lines of my favourite poems. Everything you think you keep hidden from the world, you can never quite hide from me. The beautiful things—your determination, your strength, your gentle soul—but the ugly things, too. Your ambition, your pain, your fear. Your desire. They’re naked to my eyes.”
“I only ever wanted to love you.”
“I only ever wanted to be loved by you.”
“Love me like I love you. In every way possible. With your mind and your heart and your soul.”
“My beautiful nemesis. My formidable adversary. My dearest rival.”
“I adore you. I adore everything about you, and I want you. I want you laughing and victorious and happy, I want you kiss-drunk and wet and breathless with pleasure. I want you so much I could die from the hunger of it.”
“I could spend a fortune of flirtation on you, Theodora, and it would still not be a waste. I could lay treasures of compliments and tenderness at your feet like offerings to a cruel goddess, and you could ignore them all, and I would never once regret any of it.”
“We’re something.” Something like love and hatred and desire, something like the inky depth of an abyss and the soaring breath of a zephyr. Something painful and exhilarating, the golden palaces of heaven and the dark wastelands of hell. Something like soulmates and lovers and enemies.
Something imperfect and sublime.
“Yes, Theo.” I extend my hand between us. “Let’s be somethings again. Let’s not let anything get in the way of our somethingship.”
She takes my hand and smiles, finally. “Best somethings forever.”
“I’d give you anything you’d ask for. If your love demanded my prostration, I’d get on my knees for you, I’d kiss the ground at your feet. I’d do everything you’ve ever thought about in those secret midnight moments and everything you’ve never even dared to imagine. I’d melt all that ice in your skin, Theodora Dorokhova, and replace it with flames. All you need do is ask.”
“You’re the only person in this world who’s my perfect equal—the only person who is worthy of me. Two beings like us cannot exist without a battle—we’ve been fighting it all along, and we’ll keep fighting it until there’s a victor.”
“My definition of beauty starts and ends with Theodora.
And as for the value I give her, it’s immeasurable. She is worth dying for, living for. Killing for, probably, or at least poisoning for. She is worth every academic failure, every restless night, all the suffering and yearning and hopelessness.
She isn’t worth everything. She is everything.”
“Like two celestial bodies bound by the same gravity, Theodora and I can never quite escape one another.”
“There’s a sadness inside Theodora, a sadness that was there the first time I saw her, sitting stiffly in her blue felt seat, a sadness that seems to cling around her like a heavy mantle, trailing behind her wherever she goes.”
“I only ever wanted to love you.”
“I only ever wanted to be loved by you.”