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“But it was Sefa’s heart that told her to pack a bag and flee Nizahl with the golden-haired rich boy who’d inexplicably stayed by her side since they were children. The same heart that saw the hostile, lonely girl skulking around Raya’s keep and decided to make her a friend. The best decisions Sefa had ever made—the bravest decisions—had always come from her heart.”

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Sefa told him she would never be able to reciprocate his feelings. (...) Three days she spent in terror and regret, wondering if he’d return. (...) “fearful she’d wake up the next morning to find him missing once more. “I love you so much, if you let me, I will live and die at your side. But I don’t—I can’t love you the way you asked me to. I don’t think I can love anyone that way.”

OH my God

"But Marek wasn’t here, and Sefa hadn’t eaten more than four stale pieces of bread in the same number of days."

Good God

"A tear slid from the corner of my unblinking eye. I let it roll to my chin before catching it with my thumb. (...) The first and final tear I planned to shed for Arin of Nizahl."

Let's see how long till I decide to skip to chapter THIRTY (200 pages from here onwards mind you) to see them reunited 😭

"How unbearably pathetic that the person whose advice I trusted most, whose counsel I wanted so badly in that moment, was the same one preparing to kill me."

How are you so sure? Wouldn't you think he would want an explanation before anything else?

"I was in the mountains. Miles and miles away from everything and everyone I knew.
I tasted salt on my lips and knew it was not seawater."

I hope this book explore more the whole ordeal with her grandparents bc this is their fault

"I would never be just Sylvia again."

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“Unusual cruelty is your specialty, she had said once, her tone accusatory and full of spite. And maybe she was right, but one thing Arin knew: He would never have done this to her. He would never have let her step toward this precipice with a lie wrapped around her neck. He would never have watched her willingly drop herself over the edge.”

Not bc I believe him

“Sylvia sent them—”
“Sylvia doesn’t exist.” Rage buckled in the void where Arin had thrust it, straining against its chains. “There is only the Jasad Heir.” A dry curl of his lips. “The Jasad Malika.”

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“What am I, Counselor Rodan?” (...) “Nizahl’s doom,” Rodan whispered. “The end of everything we have built.”

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