1,728 Quotes by Leigh Bardugo

What you want and what the world needs are not always in accord.

I'm already a ghost, she thought. I died in the hold of a slaver ship.

She was not a lynx or a spider or even the Wraith. She was Inej Ghafa, and her future was waiting above.

We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. We learn to wring magic from the ordinary. That was how you survived when you weren’t chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins. When the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway.

If I want to watch men dig holes to fall into, I’ll find myself a cemetery.

We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. We learn to wring magic from the ordinary.

It would have been easy enough to turn away when they called her names or sidled up to ask for a cuddle, but do that and soon it was a hand up your blouse or a try at you against a wall. So she'd let no insult or innuendo slide. She'd always struck first and struck hard. Sometimes she even cut them up a bit. It was fatiguing, but nothing was sacred to the Kerch except trade, so she'd gone out of her way to make the risk much higher than the reward when it came to disrespecting her.

Inej looked down at the fingers digging into her flesh. For a brief second, every horror came back to her, and she truly was a wraith, a ghost taking flight from a body that had given her only pain. No.A body that had given her strength. A body that had carried her over the rooftops of Ketterdam, that had served her in battle, that had brought her up six storeys in the dark of a soot-stained chimney.

Inej felt wetness on her cheeks. Was she crying? After everything she'd done and had done to her?