283 Quotes by Marie Rutkoski

There was dishonor, she decided, in accepting someone else’s idea of honor without question.

She thought that Arin had almost said that he wished there was no war, or that they could lose themselves in each without losing everything.

Kestrel felt Arin’s tension, the way he looked at the prince. Arin’s worry was plain, his hands still at his sides yet slightly open, as if his friend might shatter and Arin needed to be ready to catch the pieces.

He wondered if he, too, was tempted by cunning. Maybe he was drawn as well to the biggest gamble.

She breathed in the cold, and it felt free, so she felt free, and it felt alive, so she felt alive.

Arin pulled her onto his lap. He held her shaking form, tucked his face into the crook of her cold neck as she sobbed against him. He murmured that he loved her more than he could say. He promised that he would always choose her first.

So you tell me what would make a good, quiet girl get herself in trouble, especially when she had so much to lose. Tell me.

Little Fists, what’s wrong?

I love everything more when I leave it. Maybe, then, it’s the most I’ll ever love it.