King of Scars, Leigh Bardugo
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Leigh Bardugo

King of Scars

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“Why do you never kiss me sweetly in the morning, Zoya?”

“I do nothing sweetly, Your Highness.”
Дафна Вандер
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“Oh, David,” Genya said, taking his hand. “You’ve never threatened to murder anyone for me before.”
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“I see,” said Zoya. “How drunk am I expected to get before this all starts looking better?”
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“The more I know of you,” he said, “the more I am sure you are exactly what Ravka needs.”

In that moment, he wished things might have been different. That he might not die tomorrow. That he could be led by his heart instead of duty.

Because Zoya was not kind and she was not easy.

But she was already a queen.
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“Was it love you wanted, Zoya?”

She shook her head slowly. “I don’t think so. I wanted … strength. Safety. I never wanted to feel helpless again.”
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He wanted to sit here and listen to her talk. For all the time they’d spent together, Zoya was still a mystery to him. This might be his last chance to unravel her.
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He grinned. “Don’t tell me you’d miss me.”

Zoya looked away again. “I suppose the world would be less interesting without you in it. I wouldn’t let myself be drowned in amber for just anyone, you know.”
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Nina would have liked to tell Hanne that she could stroll into Os Alta, all six feet of her, with her chestnut-dipped-in-strawberry-syrup hair and her copper-coin eyes, and a thousand Ravkan courtiers would write songs to her beauty. Nina might be the first.
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Who didn’t want to think fate had a plan for him, that his hurts and failures had just been the prologue to a grander tale? To a monk becoming a holy warrior. To a bastard becoming a king.
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“That squash is as wide as I am tall,” Nikolai said beneath his breath as he smiled and waved.
“And twice as handsome.”
“Half as handsome,” he protested.
“Ah,” said Zoya, “but the squash doesn’t talk.”
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His entire home was full of peasant woodcrafts and handwoven textiles, the props of a simpler time in which a serf might be counted upon to create pretty objects for his master and politely starve in silence.
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“You say exile, I say extended holiday.”
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Of course the serfs should have rights, they protested, eventually.
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“I hate it. I hate how they see us. My father is the same way. He thinks a woman wanting to fight or hunt or fend for herself is unnatural, that it denies men the chance to be protectors.”
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“Oh, David,” Genya said, taking his hand. “You’ve never threatened to murder anyone for me before.”
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Nikolai wanted to stop the meeting and just … he didn’t know what exactly, but he did know that the correct response to almost killing someone was not to try to score points off them the next day.
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The boy was as pretentious as he was gifted.
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I’m not keen on riots. Unless they involve dancing, but I believe those are usually referred to as parties.
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“Never had a gift for pining,” Nikolai said. “Though I do like to show off my profile by staring mournfully out of windows.”
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And do shut up, Your Highness.
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