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“If I ever decide to give my heart to you, Dima, she’d said, holding his hand palm up, then cut it out of my chest and keep it somewhere safe, where no one else can get to it. Keep it locked somewhere, she murmured, repeating the old stories as she brushed her lips against the lines of his palm: Inside a needle, inside of an egg, which is inside of a duck, which is inside a hare, which is in an iron chest—and then bury it under our green oak tree, Dima, where no one will ever find it.
Keep it safe for me, Dima, will you?”
― One for My Enemy
Keep it safe for me, Dima, will you?”
― One for My Enemy
“if you want something, go after it. Don’t let fear hold you back. Take your chance. Live a life of no regrets. And don’t blame yourself if it goes wrong. People have their own journey and it has nothing to do with you.”
― The Dating Plan
― The Dating Plan
“Why did you go to her?"
Because with her he was human again. How had she bested him? Sheer stubbornness. Something more. He's known a name for it once, a hundred lifetimes ago.”
― Rule of Wolves
Because with her he was human again. How had she bested him? Sheer stubbornness. Something more. He's known a name for it once, a hundred lifetimes ago.”
― Rule of Wolves
“Once upon a time, Svoyatovi Igor slew a dragon with three heads and stole its scales to make armor that could not be broken by spear or sword.
Delizvik dela Svoyatova Kataryn threaded the stars through her hair and danced in the woods and kissed a god.
Delizvik dela.
Once upon a time, magic was a thing nestled under the roots of tress and it the sky and it could be taken so easily as whispering a prayer.
How did he know this?
He shouldn’t know this.
Nadya leaning her head against his shoulder and reading fanciful stories of the saints aloud to keep the darkness of the forest at bay. Her voice gentle and rhythmic, the ice in it melted in the warmth of the fire. Somehow, the stories had remained.
One upon a time, there was a boy who had helped break magic free from its prison. But with it, entropy had escaped. And one would devour the other until only darkness was left.
The end.”
― Blessed Monsters
Delizvik dela Svoyatova Kataryn threaded the stars through her hair and danced in the woods and kissed a god.
Delizvik dela.
Once upon a time, magic was a thing nestled under the roots of tress and it the sky and it could be taken so easily as whispering a prayer.
How did he know this?
He shouldn’t know this.
Nadya leaning her head against his shoulder and reading fanciful stories of the saints aloud to keep the darkness of the forest at bay. Her voice gentle and rhythmic, the ice in it melted in the warmth of the fire. Somehow, the stories had remained.
One upon a time, there was a boy who had helped break magic free from its prison. But with it, entropy had escaped. And one would devour the other until only darkness was left.
The end.”
― Blessed Monsters
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