1,728 Quotes by Leigh Bardugo

Gently, he took my face in his hands. “I would have been different too, without you. Weaker, reckless.” He smiled slightly. “Afraid of the dark.” He brushed the tears from my cheeks. I wasn’t sure when they’d started. “But no matter who or what I was, I would have been yours.

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.

What do you two talk about, anyway?" I asked curiously. I still didn't quite understand Genya's fascination with the Fabrikator. She sighed. "The usual. Life. Love. The melting point of iron ore.

He shoved me belowdecks, but not before I heard his parting words to Mal—“I’ll be certain you hear it when I make her scream.

No one knew his name to curse or extol, so I spoke it softly, beneath my breath. “Aleksander,” I whispered. A boy’s name, given up. Almost forgotten.

I’ve never understood this taste for otkazat’sya. Is it because you thought you were one of them for so long?”“I had a taste for you, once.”His head snapped up. He hadn’t expected that.

I want you to know my name,” he said. “The name I was given, not the title I took for myself. Will you have it, Alina?

So how had she bested him? Sheer stubbornness. That pragmatic impulse that had allowed her to survive the orphanage, to endure so many years without using her power.Something more.He'd known the name for it once, a hundred lifetimes ago.

The news coming out of Os Alta was still a tangle, and we hadn't had word of Misha's mother yet. I knew he must be hopeful, but he hadn't said a word about it, just solemnly vowed to watch over Mal in my absence."Read him religious parables," I whispered to Misha. "He loves that."I barely dodged the pillow Mal threw across the room.