Just… be careful.’I stared at her, baffled. 'Of what?’'Of powerful men.

You've cheated death many times. Greed may do your bidding, but death serves no man.

—¿Sabes cuál es el problema de los héroes y los santos, Nikolai? —pregunté mientras cerraba la cubierta del libro y me dirigía hacia la puerta—. Siempre acaban muertos.

Voy a contarte una historia… Una que solía contarle a un niño pequeño de pelo oscuro, un niño silencioso que rara vez se reía, que escuchaba más de lo que yo me daba cuenta. Un niño que tenía un nombre, y no un título.

—Mal —susurré en la noche. —¿Qué? —Gracias por encontrarme.

Mal,” I whispered into the night.“What?”“Thanks for finding me.”I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming, but somewhere in the dark,I thought I heard him whisper, “Always.

Te lo prometo, Matthias. Te llevaré a casa. —Nina —dijo él, presionando la mano de ella sobre su corazón—. Ya estoy en casa.

The Darkling would not hesitate. He would not grieve. His darkness would consume the world, and he would never waver.

He could have run, could have wept, could have clung to the sides of the skiff until the darkness took him, but he did none of those things. He stood unflinching before the gathering dark.