29 Quotes About Malyen-oretsev

I have loved you all my life, Mal,” I whispered through my tears. “There is no end to our story.

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.

You just punched a prince, Alina. I guess we can add one more act of treason to our list.”I shook out my sore hand. My knuckles smarted. “First of all, are we so sure he really is a prince? And second, you’re just jealous.”“Of course I’m jealous. I thought I was going to get to punch him. That isn’t the point.

You’re mad,” I said. “You know what he can do. No prize is worth that.”Sturmhond grinned. “That remains to be seen.”“The Darkling will hunt you for the rest of your days.”“Then you and I will have something in common, won’t we? Besides, I like to have powerful enemies. Makes me feel important.”Mal crossed his arms and considered the privateer. “I can’t decide if you’re crazy or stupid.”“I have so many good qualities,” Sturmhond said. “It can be hard to choose.

We all die,” he said as he jogged off to retrieve his kill. “Not everyone dies for a reason.

And there’s no way I’m leaving you alone with Prince Perfect.”“So you don’t trust me to resist his charms?”“I don’t even trust myself. I’ve never seen anyone work a crowd the way he does. I’m pretty sure the rocks and trees are getting ready to swear fealty to him.

Who are you?” Mal asked furiously.“That’s a complicated question.”“Actually, it’s pretty straightforward,” I said, springing to my feet. “But it does require telling the truth. Something you seem thoroughly incapable of.”“Oh, I can do it,” Sturmhond said, shaking water from one of his boots. “I’m just not very good at it.

Not every man," I murmured.Nikolai followed my gaze. "Yes, Alina, even your stalwart champion has his price." He turned back to me, his hazel eyes thoughtful. "And I suspect I'm looking at it right now.

Who are you, and what are you playing at?”“Nikolai Lantsov, but please don’t make me recite my titles again. It’s no fun for anybody, and the only important one is ‘prince.’”“And what about Sturmhond?” I asked.“I’m also Sturmhond, commander of the Volkvolny, scourge of the True Sea.”“Scourge?”“Well, I’m vexing at the very least.”I shook my head. “Impossible.”“Improbable.”“This is not the time to try to be entertaining.