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She turned to look at him, and he was already looking at her. “I’m going to miss you when I wake up,” she whispered, because she realized that she must have fallen asleep under the sun. Arin was too real for her imagination. He was a dream. “Don’t wake up,” he said.

In the end, it wasn’t cunning that kept her from jumping, or determination. It was a glassy fear. She didn’t want to die. Arin was right. She played a game to its end.

books read in 2016: the winner’s crime by @marierutkoski

                                          She forgot the pain,           forgot where she was,                       forgot who she’d been,                                         forgot that she had   ever been   afraid of   forgetting.

“They’ll say that I’m yours,” she told him, “just as you are mine.”

You don’t need to be gifted with a blade. You are your own best weapon (insp) 

                           » kestrel trajan.

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“She tried to imagine her former self. Enemy. Prisoner. Friend? Daughter. Spy. Prisoner again. “What am I now?” Sarsine held both of Kestrel’s hands. “What ever you want to be.”

the winner’s curse // the winner’s kiss

You don’t need to be gifted with a blade. You are your own best weapon.

‘They’ll say that I’m yours,’ she told him, ‘just as you are mine.’

“My soul is yours,” he said. “You know that it is.”

“He changed us both.“ She seemed to struggle for words. “I think of you, all that you lost, who you were, what you were forced to be, and might have been, and I—I have become this, this person, unable to—” She shut her mouth. “Kestrel,” he said softly, “I love this person.”

Books I’ve Read in 2016 ↳ The Winner’s Kiss by Marie Rutkoski

Sarsine held both of Kestrel’s hands. “What ever you want to be.”