Quote by Marie Rutkoski

“• He stopped, blocked by the difficulty of holding himself to honesty and finding the way language fails, sometimes, to get honesty right.” “His mouth was tight, eyes wide: flooded with something hot and rich and hurt.” “He’d felt this new thing, giddy and bright. It spun inside him, soft and warm and summery.” “That door was locked.” “I gave her the keys.” Roshar exploded. “Fear,” he said, “of what it would mean for me not to trust you. I saddled a horse. I was ready to ride… but I thought that if I did, I’d be nothing more than a different kind of prison to you.” “Never say so. I am the soul of thoughtfulness.” “I’ve been thinking.” “Dear gods.” “He wondered if some part of him was drawn to lies. What was it that made him so easy to deceive?” “Spears of sun pierced through the trees. Her damp braid bounced between her shoulder blades.” “Dear ghost, he will tie you and me up and dump us both into a very deep hole before he allows you to do what you plan to do.” “She paused—had she heard the sore thump of his heart?” “Yet he understood that there are some things you feel and others that you choose to feel, and that the choice doesn’t make the feeling less valid.”

Quote by Marie Rutkoski