Ehri Kir Taban Quotes

“I'm grotesque."
"You are pink and rather hairless. Like a baby, and people love babies." Actually, she looked more like the hairless cat his aunt Ludmilla had favoured more than any of her children, but that seemed an impolite thing to say to a lady.
Ehri did not wish to be charmed. "Must you make a joke of everything?"
"I must. By royal mandate and the curse of my own disposition. I find life quite unbearable without laughter.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Rule of Wolves

“It's that or execution, my dove. Think of it this way: you won't be hanged, but the price is a life of luxury and my sparkling company."
"You might consider the gallows," said Zoya. "Quicker and less painful.”
― Leigh Bardugo, King of Scars

“I find it is my own life that worries me the most.
That only means you're a survivor. And that's nothing to be ashamed of.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Rule of Wolves

“Isaak wished he could take her in his arms and kiss her, but he couldn’tdo that when every word he’d spoken to her was a lie. And yet he couldn’ttell her the truth—not when he might put an entire nation at risk.”
― Leigh Bardugo, King of Scars

“Wait. I’ll tell you what I like about you. Your nerve. Your way with a practice sword. That you always say what you mean. The way you look when you tell stories of your house by the lake. ”She tilted her head, and for a moment an expression of such sadness flashed across her face. “What is it?” he said, wanting only to wipe whatever had caused her pain from her mind. “Nothing,” she said. “Only that I wish this moment could last.”
― Leigh Bardugo, King of Scars

“He took a step closer, and then she was gliding into the circle of his arms. She was lithe, almost wiry. She was perfect. “Ehri,” he said as he drew her to him, as she tilted her beautiful face to his in invitation. “Could you love me if I was not a king?” “I could,” she said, and he didn’t understand why her eyes were suddenly full of tears. “I know I could.” “What’s wrong?” He cupped her cheek, brushing away the tears with his thumb.“Nothing at all,” she whispered. He felt a jolt, as if she’d shoved him, and looked down. Something was sticking out of his chest. His mind made sense of the shape as the pain hit. A dagger.”
― Leigh Bardugo, King of Scars

“She pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “My only comfort is that you never could have been mine. But know that I would have gladly been yours.” “Ehri,” he moaned as the world began to go dark. “Not Ehri.” From somewhere he could hear shouting, the sound of hurried footfalls running toward them. “Everyone mourns the first blossom,” she recited softly. Who will weep for the rest that fall? Isaak watched, helpless, as she grasped the dagger and drove the blade into her own heart.”
― Leigh Bardugo, King of Scars