You honestly expect me to breathe in a world without air?
Get up, Shahrzad al-Khayzuran. You kneel before no one. Least of all me.
You have a beautiful laugh. Like the promise of tomorrow.
Love is a force unto itself, sayyidi. For love, people consider the unthinkable…and often achieve the impossible. I would not sneer at its power.
There is no one I would rather see the sunrise with than you.
The more a person pushes others away, the clearer it becomes he is in need of love the most.
I’d much rather fall to my death than admit my weakness to you.””The captain of the Royal Guard wants to impress a lowly handmaiden?””A clumsy young man wants to impress a beautiful young woman.
You are first and foremost a person. A reckless, foolish person, but a person nonetheless. If I ever say you are not permitted to do something, rest assured that the last reason I would ever say so would be because you are a girl.
I think beauty is rarely worth the trouble.” Shahrzad gripped Irsa’s hand tighter in sisterly solidarity. “But I am worth a great deal more than what you see.
A trickle of blood slid down his arm.He felt nothing. He only saw it.Because nothing hurt like missing her.He suspected nothing ever would
In what world did you think you could get away with this?” Jalal seethed. “To my cousin? To my family?” His gleaming hilt continued its punishing onslaught.
For the wonder of a first love can never be matched.
It does not take courage to kill. It takes courage to live.
When will you tell him?’ ‘When I muster the courage or when I’m left with no choice – whichever comes first.
The tears and the pain all but blinding her, she forced open her eyes one more time, to a curtain of dark hair; to a waterfall of black ink spilling across the last page of her life. No. I’m not nothing. I was loved.
I understand how difficult it is, putting your heart in someone else’s hands. But, if you don’t, how will you ever truly know a person?
Games? War is not a game, my friend. Games are for small children and old men like me. War is a young man’s blighted delight
Because when I kiss you, I want yours to be the first… and last lips I ever kiss.
Khalid would break every bone in your body for what you’ve done.
You deserve someone who will feel you at her side without needing to see you. And I’ve only felt that way about one boy.
This dangerous girl. This captivating beauty.This destroyer of worlds and creator of wonder.
When I was a boy, my mother would tell me that one of the best things in life is the knowledge that our story isn’t over yet. Our story may have come to a close, but your story is still yet to be told. Make it a story worthy of you
I love you, she said. Khalid lifted his head to hers. She placed a hand against his cheek. Beyond words.
A boy who’d thrived in the shadows.Now he had to live in the light.To live . . . fiercely.To fight for every breath.
I believe the stars align so souls can find one another. Whether they are meant to be souls in love or souls in life remains to be seen.
The stars could fall – the moon could crash from the heavens – and Mariko could not care.
What are you doing to me, you plague of a girl?” he whispered.“If I’m a plague, then you should keep your distance, unless you plan on being destroyed.”“No. Destroy Me.
Such misplaced faith in a boy with a murderous past and a girl with treacherous intent.
That’s quite gallant of you. After you’ve ignored me for the better part of a week, like a boy half your age with twice your charm.
It was a quiet taunt…a poisoned glass of wine, meant to intoxicate and exsanguinate.
I suspect she will be like air. Like knowing how to breathe.
For without a measure of arrogance, how can one attempt the impossible?