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The problem with guilt was not how it attacks the present, but how it stained the past. Hindsight was a blemish on memory.

I would rip the stars from the sky if you wished it. Anything for you. But remember to trust me. Remember your promise.

Existence is the gift. Life is a choice.

Night heralded sleep and shadows, demons and dreams. But I heralded the night.

In the end, no one cared that her freedom didn't look like the freedom of her sisters. 16 THE GATE OF SECRET TRUTHS

The Night Bazaar had ensnared me. I could smell its perfume on my skin - of stories and secrets, flashing teeth and slow smiles.

Sometimes weakness wore the face of strength, and sometimes strength wore the face of weakness.

Strange how something that only affected me was decided by you.

I promised you the moon for your throne and stars to wear in your hair," said Amar, gesturing inside. "And I always keep my promises.

In my experience , big words ornament bad news.

Come with me and you shall be an empress with the moon for your throne and constellations to wear in your hair. Come

Father once said the real language of diplomacy was in the space between words.

I will not let us be beings of regret. I know my past. What I want is my future.

They may have covered their lips with silk, but their words were unseathed daggers.

Ah, desire. Such a poisonous thing.

Relief is when you want something to stop.

When I stepped outside, Vikram blinked a couple of times.
"You are surprisingly lovely."
"You are unsurprisingly insulting.

You see, a story is not just a thing told to a child before sleep. A story is control.

I love you," he murmured into my hair. "You are my night and stars, the fate I would fix myself to in any life.

They will only remember your impression upon their hearts and whether you filled them with glee or grief. That is your immortality." With

And the truth was that he was not afraid of being seen for what he was. He was afraid of being seen as someone who could never be more.

In the end, I did whatever I could to stave off her nightmares.

True war isn't philosophical."
"All war is philosophical. That's why we call it war. Strip it of its paint and it's nothing more than murder.

My star-touched queen," he said softly, as if he was remembering something from long ago. "I would break the world to give you what you want.

I couldn't decide whether I thought reincarnation was a scare tactic or a hopeful message.

Beauty, coveted though it was, could not outlive you. Only actions would.

Show me a dream unrealized. Don't show me unchangeable paths.

I donned my armor, lining my eyes with kohl until they were dark as death and patting crushed rose petals on my lips until they were scarlet as blood.

Enough tiny sharp jabs can cut as deeply as any knife.

A story. This was the key to immortality. The things that made kings quiver and deities distrustful: Nothing but a tale.

I loved the feeling of discovery, of not knowing how much I wanted something until I had discovered its absence.

A memory is a fine legacy to leave behind.

I am a nightmare to most, and a dream for the broken; who am I?' and the answer to that is death." "Correct.

It's only those that deserve nothing that want everything

Instinctively, I shoved Vikram behind me and brought out the dagger.

Night coaxed out the stars, my jailers.

There is no romance in real grief. Only longing and fury.

My joy was ghostly, like something not quite realized.

You know nothing about me."

"I know your soul. Everything else is an ornament.

Stop admiring the view," he said.
"Critiquing it."
"What do you find lacking? "
"Honor."
"Alas. I must have misplaced it.

An unguarded gaze can spill a thousand secrets.

There's always impossibilities in dreams. Dream more.

What was magic anyway, but the world beheld by someone who chose to see it differently?

Trust is won in years. Not words.

When I looked up, I could imagine an existence as vast as the sky. Just as infinite. Just as unknown.

Her power was a wrenching thing, starless black and sorrow, but my magic was something more...it was hope.

Perhaps Choices spring up when history makes way for them. Perhaps they will grow, like legends upon dead conquerors.

Find the one who glows, with blood on the lips and fangs in the heart.

The best motivation is love," I offered. Beside me, Kamala nodded vigorously. "And food!

Sing as though you're summoning the heavens; silver your voice and bare your throat.

It's bad to be a dragon."
"Says who? Nothing wrong with a little bit of viciousness. Would you rather be a dove or a dragon?

No matter where we are, we'll always share the same sky. We can always find each other in the same constellation.

Where are we going?" I asked. "The main road leads to all of the major kingdoms."
"Not all of them," said Amar.

The callousness that had saved me so often had destroyed me too.

It is nice to be nice," said Kamala with a sage nod. "And it is also nice to eat people.

The moment he touched me, my universe constricted to the space between our lips. We were a snarl of limbs and bright-burning kisses.

It is foolish to cling to ghosts or spent bones. It is better to forge ahead

Do not waste your life mourning the dead.

His smile was disjointed, like he was out of practice.

Preservation is an innocent desire.

Memory is a riddled thing. I would caution you from making promises you cannot keep.

And in such bliss does devastation grow.

I could have been verse made flesh or compressed moonlight. Anything other than who I was now.

I know your soul. Everything else is just an ornament.