Melek

“Arin, are you all right?"
"How?" He managed. "How did her arm break?"
"She fell of a ladder."
He must have visibly relaxed, because his cousin raised her brows and looked ready to scold.
"I imagined something worse," he tried to explain.
She appeared to understand his relief that pain, if it had to come, came this time without malice. Just and accident. Done by no one. The luck, sometimes of life. A bad slip that ends with bread, and someone to bind you.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Kiss

“Arin wished Roshar wouldn’t do this, wouldn’t slip on false arrogance as if it were mourning garb worn in the service of a joke.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Kiss

“What did you tell the queen?"
"I told Inisha about you."
"What, exactly?"
He hesitated. "I'm afraid to say."
"I want you to."
"You might leave."
"I won't."
He stayed silent.
She said, "I give you my word."
"I told her that I belong to you, and no other. I said that I was sorry.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Kiss

“Now I'm getting sad, just thinking about how it would feel to be parted from my sweet self. Lucky me: I will always have my own company.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Kiss