370 Quotes by Sabaa Tahir

She is beneath me, her ocean eyes terrified as I pin her scim arm down. Our bodies are entangled, entwined, but Helene is foreign to me suddenly, unknowable as the heavens. I tear a dagger from my chest, and my blood roars as my fingers touch the cold hilt. She knees me and grabs her scim, determined to finish me before I can finish her. I’m too fast. I lift the dagger high, my rage peaking, holding like the highest note of a mountain storm. And then I bring the blade down.

Exhaustion is temporary. Pain is temporary. But Helene dying because I didn’t find a way to get her back on time – that’s permanent.

Your emotions make you human. Even the unpleasant ones have a purpose. Don’t lock them away. If you ignore them, they just get louder and angrier.

The thought appears in my head, but I hardly know what I means.

In the night, your loneliness crushes you, as if the sky itself has swooped down to smother you in its cold arms.

Seeing the enemy as human. A general’s ultimate nightmare.

Fools pay attention to words in a fight. Warriors take advantage of them.

Don’t look so worried. Most successful missions are just a series of barely averted disasters.

And his mask. So strange that it sits atop his face like a thing apart. Is it a sign of weakness? It can’t be – I keep hearing he’s Blackcliff’s finest soldier. Stop, Laia. Stop thinking of him. If he’s thoughtful, then there’s devilry behind it. If there’s fire in his eyes, it’s a lust for violence. He’s a Mask. They’re all the same. I.