As though choreographed, he stopped. I floundered in my tracks, nettled that I’d allowed him to take the lead in the first place. “By the way, that—” he circled his index finger between us, “—was a dance.”
“It does not count. I was not concentrating.”
“Precisely. That’s the reason it worked.” He tilted his head, layers of dark, disheveled hair slanting with the action.
I saw vicious, green irises. I saw wicked lips and a great deal of trouble. A long, black diamond pierced through one amused eye. A simpler thread of kohl lined the other orb. He was older than me, perhaps exceeding my age by one or two years. Poet. A jester. A beautiful one.
eski bir aşk
yeni bir ayrılıktır her zaman
bunu kuşlar sorar, yıldızlar da anlatır
kimse bilmez he canım
bir yara bir ömrü nasıl kanatır...
Sunset had given way to twilight. Deep shadows draped over the lawn while several torches threw hot amber light across the grounds. Like those flames, the figure’s tall, athletic outline penetrated the darkness. He moved like a phantom—smooth and elusive, impossible to grab a hold of.
Bütün kitap beklediğim sayfa :))
“Riley—”
“Nathan—”
We both stop and laugh. Omg, this is awkward. I have to get the words out now before they’re lodged in my throat forever.
“I’m totally crazy about you,” I blurt out, and lean back to gauge his expression. His eyes crinkle at the corners and he doesn’t try to stop me, so I push on. “I have been for…I don’t even know how long. You’re going to homecoming with Sophia, and I don’t know what that means for us, but I need you to know that I’m out of my mind over you.”
The last sentence comes out in a rush and I swallow hard, my nerves about to snap and unravel.
Nathan cocks his head. “You stole my speech. I’m out of my mind over you.”
Star,” Hoid said, planting his staff in the sand with each step, “would you like a story?”
“Please,” she whispered.
Ocean wind blew his hair like a capped wave. “This,” he said, “is the story of wise King Nohadon, and how he saved Roshar.”
