258 Quotes About Vikram

I want you—” he started.I glowered, pressing the chair leg into his neck. “I would die before I let you touch me.”“What an improvement. First it was me who would die. Now it isyou who offers to die before touching me,” he said. “Another man might be insulted. Now, if you would allow me to finish—”I glared.

You’re welcome, by the way, for dragging you back here. I had a couple offers to sell you and almost considered it.”“Intriguing. For how much? ”“A bag of gold, the ability to make thunderstorms go to sleep. Something else. Five goats? ”“Just five goats? I’m worth at least ten. Plus a cow.

All this time, he thought magic had chosen him. Maybe magic never chose. Maybe it had always been about the fit. A key latching into a hole. Maybe there had been just enough holes in him for magic to slip through and hook him like spurs into cloth.

Did you steal that fruit? ” I asked.“Of course. I want nothing more than to steal apples. I’ve also always manifested the ability to travel through time, and at night I turn into a beast and only your kiss can break the—”“I get it. That’s a no.

When I stepped outside, Vikram blinked a couple of times. “You are surprisingly lovely.” “You are unsurprisingly insulting.

How many years had he spent believing that he was meant for more? Sometimes he thought his head was a snarl of myth and folktales, where magic coaxed ignored princes out of the shadows and gave them a crown and a legend to live in. He used to wait for the moment when magic would drape a new world over his eyes. But time turned his hopes dull and lightless.

Now she looked at him. She didn’t soften. Or smile. If anything, she had become a little of the ground on which they stood. Cold and lovely. But won der poured out of her eyes. Won der and something like . . . relief. And if he thought there was fi re under his skin earlier, it was nothing compared to now. Now he had swallowed the sun. Now the world had stopped lurching forward and begun an impossible dance.

Before he came to Alaka, he dared to hope that he was meant for something more. Now he dared to hope that he could shape that meaning for himself. All this time, he had expected that magic would stitch his future together. But all magic had done was show him how to stitch it together for himself.

You’re certain that rakshasi fruit is out of your system?” asked Vikram. “Yes?” “Good.” He took a deep breath. “Because, once more, I told you so.” “You do realize that I don’t need the enhancements of demon fruit to knock you to the ground?” “I do. But I concede that some bodily harm from you is inevitable. I’m just trying to minimize the damage.” “How very wise,” I said, rolling my eyes.