89 Quotes About Shadow-and-bone

I was happy,” I admitted. “In that moment, I was happy. I'm not like you, Mal. I never really fit in the way that you did. I never belonged anywhere.""You belonged with me," he said quietly."No, Mal. Not really. Not for a long time.

Então se virou para mim, e dei um passo assustado para trás, porque vi, tão claro quanto se eu estivesse parada em sua borda: o abismo. Incessante, negro e fastidioso, o vazio interminável de uma vida vivida por tempo demais.

Essa é sua verdadeira face, eu pensei conforme apertava os olhos na luz cegante. Os similares se atraem. Essa era sua alma transformada em carne, a verdade sobre ele deixada nua no sol brilhante, despida de mistério e sombra. Essa era a verdade por trás do seu rosto charmoso e de seus poderes milagrosos, a verdade que era o espaço vazio e morto entre as estrelas, o espaço árido preenchido de monstros amedrontados.

I'd like to think of myself as delightfully complex.

There is a fine line between fear and veneration, Alina Starkov. I can move that line. That is the prize I offer you.

The firebird was Ravka. It was right that we should kneel.

Why shouldn't I be afraid of you?" I asked. "You're the Darkling. I'm not saying you would throw me in a ditch or ship me off to Tsibeya, but you certainly could. You can cut people in half. I think it's fair to be a little intimidated."He studied me for a long moment, and I wished fervently that I'd kept my mouth shut. But then that half smile flickered across his face. "You may have a point.

So what do you think of it?" he asked.I glanced at him, then back at the elaborate facade. It was larger than any building I had ever seen, its terraces crowded with statues, its three stories gleaming with row after row of shining windows, each ornamented extensively in what I suspected was real gold."It's very...grand?" I said carefully.He looked at me, a little smile playing on his lips. "I think it's the ugliest building I've ever seen," he said, and nudged his horse forward.

Do you ask your heart to beat or your lungs to breathe? Your power serves you because that is it's purpose, because it cannot help but serve you.