“ I think the hard work of writing is just how long a book is terrible before it's good. ”
I don't care if you danced naked on the roof of the Little Palace with him. I love you, Alina, even the part of you that loved him.
~ Leigh Bardugo
The moment our lips met, I knew with pure and piercing certainty that I would have waited for him forever.
They are orphans again, with no true home but each other and whatever life they can make together on the other side of the sea.
They had an ordinary life, full of ordinary things-if love can ever be called that.
