We just have to learn to meet each other halfway okay?
God knows what possessed me, but having that science book in my hand propelled me to immediate action. So I hit her with it.
I never thought meeting you would be this boring. I thought we’d put our Italian emotion into gear and scream the place down. I never expected indifference.
She comes from the school of getting it out of your system, whereas he comes from the school of stewing over it.
And we all end up where we started.
Josie, life is not a Mills and Boon book. People fall out of love. People disappoint other people and they find it very hard to forgive.
There’s not much you need to know about the world. Except how to use a sword and trust very few.
Froi heard Zabat’s voice echo over and over again throughout the gorge. Wonderful. The gods had found a way of multiplying the idiot’s voice.
It’s my birthday today. I’m not 17 anymore. The 17 Janis Ian sang about where one learns the truth. But what she failed to mention is that you keep on learning truths after 17 and I want to keep on learning truths till the day I die.
A blind man can see what she feels for you and you for her. Your souls are not merely entwined; they are fused.
In the games of queens and kings, we leave our dreams at the door and we make do with what we have. Sometimes if we’re fortunate, we still manage to have a good life.
I recognise Santangelo’s dad, who saves police brutality for when he gets to his son.
Woman, I’m trying to fight here! Or has that escaped your attention?
When a woman has not received much flattery in her life, she will be seduced.
As I walk back to the school on my own, I realise I’m crying. So I go back to the stories I’ve read about the five and I try to make sense of their lives because in making sense of theirs, I may understand mine.
See them together and you will feel a force that will take your breath away.
He watched as Finnikin swung onto the horse, his sleeve stained with blood. Froi liked the way Finnikin reached behind him and took Evanjalin’s hand, placing it around his waist. It made everything seem normal because Finnikin always wanted to touch her.
He just watched the way Finnikin’s hands rested on Evanjalin’s neck and he rubbed his thumb along her jaw and the way his tongue seemed to disappear inside her mouth as if he needed a part of her to breathe himself.
Everyone had told him to be strong for her, but Finnikin didn’t know how to be strong for himself.
It is what a man does for strangers that counts more than what he does for his family.