Ana

“If he were my enemy, I would throw my skull back and break the fine bridge of his nose. I would pull him down under the water and choke the life from him, one handed.
But he is my King, and I am his Devil. I have given him my blood, my youth, my love, my good right hand; who am I now to begrudge him my death?”
― Alix E. Harrow, The Six Deaths of the Saint

“You would have been well content if it were not for the dreams. Bloody dreams, killing dreams. Enemies you’d already buried and enemies you hadn’t yet faced. Enemies who didn’t look like enemies, but like men and women, or like children, dying beneath your blade for no reason you could name. You could not decide if they were prophecies or memories, or whether there was any difference between the two.”
― Alix E. Harrow, The Six Deaths of the Saint

“Would you make a coward of me, here at the very end? After everything I've done, everything I've become—"
Gwynne's voice cut through yours, his brow still resting heavily on your forehead. "I would rather love a coward than mourn a legend.”
― Alix E. Harrow, The Six Deaths of the Saint

“Perhaps I sense, in the hazy way of an early memory, that I will never grow old, will never see my squire again.
Perhaps any tool, used hard enough and long enough, begins to fail.”
― Alix E. Harrow, The Six Deaths of the Saint