Kahlan Weir

“I will always seek to make it summer for you.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Rule of Wolves

“He had been strong for his country, his soldiers, his friends. It meant something different to be strong for her.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Rule of Wolves

“Brekker would probably make an excellent security consultant—if Nikolai didn’t think he would steal the golden domes right off the Little Palace roof.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Rule of Wolves

“She bobbed her chin toward the walls. “Do you see what grows around this place?”
Nikolai peered at the twisting gray branches that ran along the perimeter of the garden. “A thorn wood.” An ordinary one, he assumed, not the ancient trees they needed for the obisbaya.
“I took the cuttings from the tunnel that leads to the Little Palace. It’s all prickles and spines and anger, covered in pretty, useless blossoms and fruit too bitter to eat. There is nothing in it worth loving.”
“How wrong you are.”
Zoya’s gaze snapped to his, her eyes flashing silver—dragon’s eyes. “Am I?”
“Look at the way it grows, protecting everything within these walls, stronger than anything else in the garden, weathering every season. No matter the winter it endures, it blooms again and again.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Rule of Wolves