T Bird At Ako Quotes

Naniniwala ako na may tatlong decision making bodies ang mga tao. Utak, puso at bird.

Akos!” Cyra shouted from the arena floor. She was still next to Ryzek’s body, knife in hand. “Leave it!” he shouted back. Why not just leave his body to carrion birds and Noavek loyalists?” “No!” Cyra said, her eyes wide, urgent. “I can’t!” She held up the knife. He hadn’t looked close before; all he had seen was Ryzek’s body, limp, and Cyra standing over it with blade drawn. But when she gestured toward the weapon, he saw that the blade was clean. She hadn’t stabbed Ryzek. She hadn’t stabbed him, so why had he collapsed? Akos remembered Suzao’s face hitting his soup in the cafeteria, and the guard outside the amphitheater door, going limp, and it was obvious: Cyra had drugged Ryzek. Even though he knew Cyra was more than Ryzek’s Scourge, or even Ryzek’s Executioner--even though he had seen the better parts of her, getting stronger in the worst environment possible, like the hushflower that bloomed in the Deadening time--somehow, he’d never considered this possibility: Cyra had spared Ryzek. For him.

I wanted only what was within arm’s reach. Akos’s index finger hooked around my pinkie. The shadows disappeared as his currentgift countered mine. Yes, what was within arm’s reach was definitely enough for me. “Would you…say something in Thuvhesit?” he asked. I turned my head toward him. He was still looking up at the window, a faint smile curling his lips. Freckles dotted his nose, and one of his eyelids, right near the lash line. I hesitated with my hand just lifted off the blanket, wanting to touch him but also wanting to stay in the wanting for a moment. Then I followed the line of his eyebrow across his face with a fingertip. “I’m not a pet bird,” I said. “I don’t chirp on command.” “This is a request, not a command. A humble one,” he said. “Just say my full name, maybe?” I laughed. “Most of your name is Shotet, remember?” “Right.” He lunged at my hand with his mouth, snapping his teeth together. It startled a laugh from me. “What was hardest for you to say, when you were first learning?” “Your city names, what a mouthful,” I said as he let go of one of my hands to catch the other, holding me by pinkie and thumb with all his fingertips. He pressed a kiss to the center of my palm, where the skin was callused from holding currentblades. Strange, that something so simple, given to a hardened part of me, could suffuse me so completely, bringing life to every nerve.