Iris Winnow Quotes

She and Roman would survive this war. They would have the chance to grow old together, year by year. They would be friends until they both finally acknowledged the truth. And they would have everything that other couples had—the arguments and the hand-holding in the market and the gradual exploration of their bodies and the birthday celebrations and the journeys to new cities and the living as one and sharing a bed and the gradual sense of melting into each other. Their names would be entwined—Roman and Iris or Winnow and Kitt because could you truly have one without the other?—and they would write on their typewriters and ruthlessly edit each other’s pieces and read books by candlelight at night.

They would be friends until they both finally acknowledged the truth. And they would have everything that other couples had—the arguments and the hand-holding in the market and the gradual exploration of their bodies and the birthday celebrations and the journeys to new cities and the living as one and sharing a bed and the gradual sense of melting into each other. Their names would be entwined—Roman and Iris or Winnow and Kitt because could you truly have one without the other?

I rarely share this part of my life with others, but I want to tell it to you now. A piece of armor, because I trust you. A glint of falling steel, because I feel safe with you.

Marry me, Iris Elizabeth Winnow,” Roman whispered, drawing back to look at her. “I want to spend all my days and all my nights with you. Marry me.

Their names would be entwined—Roman and Iris or Winnow and Kitt because could you truly have one without the other?—

She and Roman would survive this war. They would have the chance to grow old together, year by year. They would be friends until they both finally acknowledged the truth. And they would have everything that other couples had—the arguments and the hand-holding in the market and the gradual exploration of their bodies and the birthday celebrations and the journeys to new cities and the living as one and sharing a bed and the gradual sense of melting into each other. Their names would be entwined—Roman and Iris or Winnow and Kitt because could you truly have one without the other?—and they would write on their typewriters and ruthlessly edit each other’s pieces and read books by candlelight at night. She wanted him. Leaving him behind in the trenches wasn’t even a possibility.

❝am i hurting you?❞ iris asked him. ❝no.❞ ❝are you squinting, kitt?❞ she teased. she could feel his breath in her hair as he murmured, ❝do you want to turn and see for yourself, winnow?❞

Spring had at last found the city of Oath, but even the flood of sunshine couldn’t melt the frost in Iris Winnow’s bones.

I rarely share this part of my life with others, but I want to tell it to you now. A piece of armor, because I trust you. A glint of falling steel, because I feel safe with you. -Roman C. Kitt

I'm not afraid of being alone, but I'm tired of being the one left behind" - Iris Winnow

I hope you know how proud I am of you, and how I think you are brave, returning to the front. I want to tell everyone I pass on the street that you’re my sister. That Iris E. Winnow of the Inkridden Tribune is my sister. Come home soon, Little Flower. I can’t wait to see you again. Love, your brother, Forest

is Iris.” “I have a message for you,” Roman said. “It must be delivered in person. Are you familiar with Gould’s Café?” Iris was quiet, her mind reeling. She was trying to pick apart every word he was saying in hopes she could understand what was happening. She was trying to glean the words he wouldn’t—or couldn’t—say. “Winnow?” he prompted. He hadn’t called her that in a long while. It took her back in time, as if they had flipped pages in a volume, returning to those Gazette chapters.

Voleva scrivere la verità

è che la vulnerabilità è una forza che molti di noi temono. Ci vuole coraggio a lasciar cadere questa corazza, a lasciare che gli altri vedano chi sei per davvero.

E non ho paura di restare da sola, ma sono stanca di essere quella che viene lasciata indietro

Non posso aspettarmi che qualcun altro mi renda completa; devo farcela da sola.

Per legge siamo entrambe adulte che possono bere alcol ed essere incolpate di omicidio, perciò al momento direi che Helena è salva

una persona, un pezzo di acciaio

But what about you, Winnow? What is your dream?" Iris hesitated. It had been a long time since someone had asked her such a thing. "I think I'm living it," she replied.

I betrayed you because I love Iris Elizabeth Winnow," Roman continued smoothly, as if he hadn't heard Dacre's taunt. "She represents all that is good in this realm, and your attack on Hawk Shire, simply put, threatened her. I couldn't bear to live in a world where she was slain by your selfishness, and so I warned her. I couldn't bear to live in a world where you killed countless of my people or wounded them, only to heal them in part so that they would feel confused, indebted, and beholden to you. You, sir, never healed me as you should have. You are the author of my wounds to begin with. I would have never breathed the gas that has scarred my lungs if not for you. I would have never felt the bite of shrapnel in my leg if not for you. And what a cruel and terrible thing it is, to be a divine with such power and magic, and yet find yourself so small-minded and afraid that you decide to live out your endless days harming others. Instead of letting us choose to love you for the good you could be, you have forced us to serve you by way of pain and terror. That is unforgivable, and a lesson you will have learned too late, when you lose this war against us. You never saved me, like you claim. In the field of Avalon Bluff: You didn't save me, but Iris did.