Elian And Lira Quotes

How strange that instead of taking his heart, I'm hoping he takes mine.

If you get shot,” Lira says, “I’m going to treat you like you’re incapable of doing the simplest tasks.” She cradles her arms around her knees to keep out the cold. “See how you like it when I hold out my arm to help you walk, even though you’re not shot in the leg.” “I’d be flattered,” I say, “that you would look for an excuse just to hold my hand.” “Perhaps I’m just looking for an excuse to shoot you.

She ascends from the ocean in a way that is nothing short of celestial. The water follows her in a throne, elevating her to the height of my ship. Ocean-soaked hair runs down the length of her body, and she retains the otherworldly glow that always seems to illuminate her moony skin. Only now she is something more than just a siren, or a girl masquerading as a pirate. She is a goddess.

She pulls me closer to her, her fingers held tight over mine, and together we dive.

Everything is a game to him. Loyalty is mockery and devotion is kinship in place of fear. He is a riddle, disguised as a ruler, able to laugh at the idea of disloyalty as though it would never be an option. I can't fathom such a thing.

You should pay less mind to fairy tales, Elian, or that's all you'll become." When he leaves, I think about whether that would be awful, or beautiful. Could it really be such a bad thing, to become a story whispered to children in the dead of night? A song they sing to one another while they play.

No hay nada en el mundo salvo el dolor y los pocos momentos que existen en medio

In the pits of our souls—if I amuse myself with the notion that I have a soul—Elian and I aren't so different. Two kingdoms that come with responsibilities we each have trouble bearing. Him, the shackles of being pinned to one land and one life. Me, trapped in the confines of my mother's murderous legacy. And the ocean, calling out to us both. A song of freedom and longing.

Su mano se mueve y siento una ausencia repentina. Y luego está en mi mejilla, sosteniendo mi rostro entre sus manos, acariciando mi labio con el pulgar. Se siente como lo peor que he hecho y lo mejor que he podido hacer, y lo extraño es que ambas cosas son lo mismo.

El dolor no siempre duele

Cualquier humano que se apodere del corazón de una sirena será inmune al poder de su canción. Solo que Elian no necesito tomar mi corazón: yo se lo entregue.

Hay un momento en que yace así -sus ojos aun cerrados, envuelta en la nieve que refleja su piel, nunca menos humana-, y yo me siento extrañamente en paz. Entonces Lira abre los ojos, y veo que solo uno es el azul que recuerdo. Y el otro es puro fuego del infierno.

Al principio, no estoy seguro de que es lo que pretendo hacer más allá de sostener el arma con tanta fuerza que se encaja hasta en mis huesos. Pero cuando Lira no se mueve, ni siquiera cuando avanzo cada vez más, solo se enciende la ira dentro de mí. La traición. Ella ni siquiera tiene la decencia de estremecerse. -Elian. Dice mi nombre en un suspiro y pierdo todos los sentidos. -Voy a matarte -digo.