Mar 1, 2021
“It was him or you,” he said softly. “You had to choose.”
Her gaze fell to the wet grass beneath her, the wrapped bandage. She thought of her past. Her whole life.
The Winner’s Kiss ♕ Marie Rutkoski
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“It was him or you,” he said softly. “You had to choose.”
Her gaze fell to the wet grass beneath her, the wrapped bandage. She thought of her past. Her whole life.
The Winner’s Kiss ♕ Marie Rutkoski
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The snow fell on her, it fell on him, but Kestrel knew that no single flake could ever touch them both. She didn’t look back when he spoke again. “You don’t, Kestrel, even though the god of lies loves you.”
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The Winner’s Trilogy // Marie Rutkoski
Isn't that what stories do, make real things fake, and fake things real?
The Winner’s Curse (2014)
They stood before the palace door. “Truly,” she said, “I haven’t the faintest interest. You may tell your sad story to someone else.”
He flinched as if slapped. His voice came low. “You make people feel so small.”
Kestrel went hot with shame- then was ashamed of her own shame. Who was he, that she should apologize? He had used her. He had lied. Nothing he said meant anything. If she was to feel shame, it should be for having been so easily fooled.