Isaak Andreyev Quotes

“When the last of the foreign dignitaries had filled the hall, Genya and David entered. Genya looked serene, but he could see the strain around the corners of her mouth. David seemed distracted as always.
“No need to worry,” said Genya. “You’re doing marvellously.”
David frowned, his face thoughtful. “So when you said This is a fiasco—”
“It’s a figure of speech.”
“But—”
“Be silent, David.”
“That bad?” whispered Isaak miserably.
Genya offered him a brittle approximation of a smile. “At best, our visitors think Nikolai is eccentric, and at worst insane.”
― Leigh Bardugo, King of Scars

“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