1,728 Quotes by Leigh Bardugo

Mirror magic is all about reflection and perception. A lie isn’t a lie until someone believes it. It doesn’t matter how charming you are if there’s no one to charm.

When evening fell the boy would bring the girl a glass of tea, a slice of lemon cake, an apple blossom floating in a blue cup. He would kiss her neck and whisper new names in her ear: beauty, beloved, cherished, my heart.

People, particularly big men carrying big rifles, don’t expect lip from a scrawny thing like me. They always look a bit dazed when they get it.

A moment later the boy whispered, “I don’t think you’re ugly.” “Shhhh!” the girl hissed. But hidden by the deep shadows of the cupboard, she smiled.

Only two were unmarked. Tolya and Tamar led the charge, eyes wild, blades flashing, roaring my name.

Curse you and all your Saints,′ he said to no one at all, then realized he was smiling.

That night, Kaz took Saskia’s red ribbon from beneath his pillow. He rolled it into a neat spiral and clutched it in his palm. He lay in bed and tried to pray, but all he could think about was the magician’s coin: there and then gone.

It’s still the same heart, Mal. It’s still yours.

Speak, Nazyalensky. When you purse your lips like that, you look like you’ve made love to a lemon.