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593 pages, Paperback
First published October 3, 2011
"Most days, he feared that a monster of great baseness lived inside him, fighting to set itself free. Killing the traitors of Lumatere for Isaboe made sense. But killing also fed the monster."
"It's the same with her. Imagine who she would be if we unleashed her onto the world. I think she would rip the breath from all of us."
"He says that the gods have forsaken Charyn", Froi said.
Arjuro gave a short laugh of disbelief. "The gods have not forsaken Charyn. The gods love Charyn. Where else can they shit, if not Charyn? It's the purpose of this kingdom. To be the place where the gods shit."
"If he was grateful for anything, it was that most times, he did not see their fear. But here in the Citavita, fear made people beg. Fear was piss running down the legs of those who once stood pompus and proud. Fear was a blood-curdling cry that rang through one's ears for days to come."
"And suddenly, in all the absurdity, Froi forgot the orders from his queen. Forgot everything he had been told was right or wrong. Forgot any type of reason."
“You keep safe, Froi. Keep safe and come home to us”
“Is it because we are not beautiful?” she asked.
“What?”
“That you don’t want to save us. […] In the books of the Ancients the princesses are always beautiful and they always get saved.”
“If we forget who we lost then we forget who we once were, and if we forget who we once were, we lose sight of who we are now.”
“Because I remembered your words,” she said quietly. “I remembered that you liked me least. You said it in my palace chamber. ‘Have one of the others wake me, for I like you least.’”
She turned to face him and brushed tears fiercely from her face. “Sometimes when I see what’s left of Quintana of Charyn through my own eyes, I think I can learn to love her. But when I see her through your eyes, I despise her.”
If she saw Quintana of Charyn through Froi’s eyes, he knew she’d see a part of himself.
“Until three years ago, I couldn’t read and write, I couldn’t ride a horse or shoot an arrow and didn’t know the difference between a turnip seed and grain. The men who have taught me everything back home, they often say to me, ‘Froi, what if all your talents were left undiscovered?’
He looked up at them. "It’s the same with her. Imagine who she would be if we unleashed her onto the world. I think she would rip the breath from all of us.”
Not exactly what I would suggest, 'Gargarin said. 'It would help if this kingdom didn't see us as a family of savages.' There was silence after that. It was too strange a word for Gargarin to use. Family.
You can't navigate me. I may do mean things, and I may hurt you, and I may run away without your permission, and you may hate me forever, and I know that scares the living shit outta you 'cause you know I'm the only real thing you got.
“If we forget who we lost, then we forget who we once were, and if we forget who we once were, we lose sight of who we are now.”
“I fear that I will do something to bring harm to those I love," Froi said. "So I follow their rules to ensure that I won't."
"But what if you bring harm or fail to protect those you don't know? Or don't love? Will you care as much?"
"Probably not."
"Then choose another bond. One written by yourself. Because it is what you do for strangers that counts in the end.
“He took her face in his bloody hands. "I’ll come and find you wherever you are. I’ll not stop breathing until I do. So you’re going to have to promise me that you won’t lose hope. That you will keep yourself alive.”
“Sometimes... sometimes keeping alive is too tiring," she whispered, wringing her hands. Before he knew what he was doing, he pressed his lips against her brow. "Don't ever say that. Ever.”
"In a kinder world," he whispered, "one I promise you I've seen, men and women flirt and dance and love with only fear of what it would mean without the other in their lives."
”Where do you hail from Lumatere?” he asked suspiciously.
“I was found in exile,” Froi said, having no reason to lie to Ariston. “I belong to all of them.”
A horse handler with no horses and a midwife in a barren kingdom.
“Are you an idiot or an idiot?”hahaha, funny right? Actually NO not funny this book was NOT funny. I mean yeah, there were parts that made me laugh, but then two seconds later without fail something happened that would punch me in the gut, or shock me speechless, or rip my heart out.
“The first one. I really resent being called the second.”