I like the rain.. the way it sounds on the umbrella.. the way the air feels man, you are such a girl sometimes you say that like its a bad thing it isn't .. believe me

the feminism leaving my body every time a fictional man says “you were made for me” in a romance book

“Dessert for a life? I’m not sure that seems equitable.”

To them, Nikolai Lantsov was not just a king or a war hero. He was the man who had restored order after the chaos of the civil war, who had granted them years of peace, who had promised them prosperity and worked to see it done. They went to their knees.

“Mister Van Eck says I must force-feed you if necessary.” “Try,” she’d said, looking up at him from the floor and baring her teeth. “You’ll have trouble teaching piano without all your fingers.”

“And you’re Sturmhond.” “On my good days,” he replied.

When he leaned toward her and brushed his lips across hers, she reached for him as if she would otherwise drown.

“David,” said Genya. “You almost killed the king.” “He wasn’t supposed to be there!” “It was my fault,” said Nikolai. He took a woozy step on the dock, then another, trying to get his bearings. “I’m fine,” he repeated.

“I threw your girl in the ice moat,” Inej snarled, barely recognising her own voice. Her other hand seized Heleen’s throat, squeezing. “And she’s better off there than with you.”

The blades were her companions. She liked knowing they were ready for whatever the night might bring.

There's broken glass on the floor from the vase that once held the flowers. The living room is a battle ground.

“Spoon,” James said proudly. “I see, Jamie bach,” murmured Will, who Tessa had caught singing Welsh lullabies to the children on their most sleepless nights. To his children, Will showed the same love he had always shown to her, fierce and unyielding.

“Nikolai, let the khergud fly you out. You can still survive this.” But the king only laughed, a laugh that was nothing like Isaak’s, ferocious and maybe a little unhinged. “None of that, Tamar. If Ravka’s independence dies this day, then I die with it.”

his hand slides through hers, and there is the steady murmur of the seaside. the symphony soaring through munich.

“Sturmhond does things his own way.” “And they don’t … bother you?” Tamar grinned, her white teeth flashing against her bronze skin. She tapped the gleaming shark’s tooth hanging around her neck, and I realized it was an amplifier. “No,” she said simply.

She’d let no insult or innuendo slide. She'd always struck first and struck hard. Sometimes she even cut them up a bit.

but the moon was high and it engulfed me, sending me down, down, down. it was so fast.