“Every poem is about a brave hero named Kregi," she said. "Every single one. He always has a steed, and we have to hear about the steed and the three different kinds of swords he carried and the color of the scarf he wore tied to his wrist and all the poor monsters he slew and then how he was a gentle man and true. For a mercenary, Tolya is disturbingly maudlin.” GenyaTolya Book:Ruin and Rising Source: Ruin and Rising
“Bless her poison tongue. "You could stay, Zoya. Entertain me with lively tales of your childhood. I find your spite very soothing." "Why don't I ask Tolya to soothe you by reciting some poetry." "There it is. So sharp, so acerbic. Better than any lullaby.” FunnyGrishaverseLeigh BardugoNikolai LantsovZoya NazyalenskyKing Of ScarsNikolaiZoyaTolyaTolya Kir Baatar Book:King of Scars Source: King of Scars
“Your heart is in your eyes, Your Highness," murmured Tamar, wiping the sweat from her brow. Tolya poled his twin in the arm with a sparring sword. "Tamar knows because that's the way she looks at her wife" "I am free to look at my wife any way I please." "But Zoya is not Nikolai's wife.” Rule Of WolvesTamarTolya Book:Rule of Wolves Source: Rule of Wolves
“A boy leans over me: ruddy hair, a broken nose. He reminds me of the too-clever fox, another one of Ana Kuya's stories, smart enough to get out of a one trap, but too foolish to realise he won't escape a second.” MalNikolai LantsovNikolaiAlinaSturmhondTamarPrivateerSiege And StormTolyaVolkvolny Book:Siege and Storm Source: Siege and Storm
“We’d move faster without you.” “I’ll keep up,” Genya countered. “See that you do,” said Mal. “We’ll be entering an area crawling with militias, not to mention the Darkling’s oprichniki. You’re recognizable,” he said to Genya. “So is Tolya, for that matter.” Tamar’s lips twitched. “Would you like to be the one to tell him he can’t come?” Mal considered this. “Maybe we can disguise him as a really big tree.” Genya SafinMalyen OretsevTolyaTamar Kir Bataar Book:Ruin and Rising Source: Ruin and Rising