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«Книги никогда не теряли терпения и не заставляли его сидеть ровно».
What is a mortal king to a queen who can summon storms?
If you listened to a man's words, you might learn his wants. The trick was to look into his heart and discover his needs.
NikolaiKitabı okudu
Fear is a phoenix. Words Liliyana had spoken to her years ago and that Zoya had repeated to others many times. You can watch it burn a thousand times and still it will return.
“Everyone mourns the first blossom.
Who will grieve the rest who fall?”
“Do that thing you do where you use too many words to say something simple and confuse the issue.”
“Stop punishing yourself for being someone with a heart. You cannot protect yourself from suffering. To live is to grieve. You are not protecting yourself by shutting yourself off from the world. You are limiting yourself.”
They would build a new world together.
But first they had to burn the old one down.
NinaKitabı okudu
"Zoya of the lost city. Zoya of the garden. Zoya bleeding in the snow. You are strong enough to survive the fall.”
Be sweeter. Be gentler. Smile when you are suffering. Zoya had ignored these lessons, often to her detriment. She was all thorns.
She wished she had Inej’s gift for spywork or Kaz’s gift for scheming, but she only seemed to have Jesper’s gift for bad decisions.
NinaKitabı okudu
"Zoya, get down!” Nikolai shouted, lunging for her.
“Like hell,” she muttered, and knocked him into the sands, bracing before him with her feet planted and her arms raised.
"Zoya, say something spiteful.”
“Why?” she asked faintly.
“Because I’m fairly certain I’m hallucinating, and in my dreams you’re much nicer.”
“You’re an idiot, Nikolai.”
“Not your best work.”
“I’m sorry I can’t deliver better wordplay right now. I seem to be paralyzed with fear.”
But Zoya Nazyalensky was no ordinary Squaller.
There had been a time when words had been the only place he could find solace. No book ever lost patience with him or told him to sit still. When his tutors had thrown up their hands in frustration, it was the library that had taught Nikolai military history, strategy, chemistry, astronomy. Each spine had been an open doorway whispering, Come in, come in. Here is a land you’ve never seen before. Here is a place to hide when you’re frightened, to play when you’re bored, to rest when the world seems unkind.