Zarya Quotes

In all my life, I have only had one haven that sheltered me from my hell. One woman whose smile made me fly even after I’d hit the ground so hard that I didn’t think I could ever stand again. There is nothing in this universe that could destroy me, except you, Zarya. You have taken a monster and made him human. My wounded soul was healed because of your smile. So long as I live and even beyond this life, I am and will always be ever yours.

You’re not the only one who’s loyal and decent, Ture. It’s why I won’t betray Darling. He wouldn’t betray me and I know it. When someone really loves you, they find a way to get to you, even in the darkest night, against all odds. Through the worst nightmares, they are there, holding your hand. They’re there to stand with you to the end. I don’t just believe that. I know it. - Zarya Starska

We all have scars, Kere. Inside and out. Wounds that go so deep, they leave a permanent mark on us. But that doesn’t make them ugly or revolting. They were hard lessons learned and for better or worse, they changed us. No matter how hard you try to hide them, they will always be there. And I think your scars are beautiful because they are what have made you the man I care about.” - Zarya Starska

Dont you know that you are my Zarya? You always have been. I've been in love with you since the first day we met and you took a beating for me. Would you really ask me to watch you fly out of here, knowing you're going to die and do nothing about it? Really?

He plucked another glass from a passing tray. “Unlike other cultures, Phrixians aren’t born with their surnames. We earn them. Zemen means ‘strength through adversity.’ Jari is ‘honor in battle.’ ” Ah… She hadn’t caught the different nomenclature earlier because she hadn’t realized when they were introduced that Safir was Maris’s brother. “And Sulle?” He gave her a twisted grin. “ ‘Invincible.’ ” Her eyes widened at that. “I really was a soldier, Zarya,” he said simply. Then he held his hands wide to show her his body. “Underneath all this fashionable, sexy attire is a bitch who knows how to kick ass and smack people around with the best of them.” She

You, Look out for her.” Yasen glanced over at Zarya, his expression unreadable, before looking back at Dhawan and placing a fist on his heart. “With my life.” Zarya gaped at Yasen. “What?” Yasen scowled. “Don’t look at me like that. And don’t get any notions that I like you. I tolerate you.

They all nodded. Lise made a much more sedate exit. “And people accuse me of melodrama,” Maris mumbled as he rubbed his red cheek. “Sheez.” Nonplussed by what she’d witnessed, Zarya turned toward Maris. “Does she… um,” she struggled to find words that wouldn’t offend them or Lise, “Is she mentally stable?” Syn laughed. “In theory, yes. But unfortunately, she inherited her uncle’s explosive temper.” “Does

She laughed. “I love you, Mari. I really do. You’re such a special gem.” Maris sighed wistfully. “If only you were a gorgeous man saying that to me, sweetie. Oh well… one day.” He sobered. “I love you, too, Zarya. Thank you for saving him today.” “Team effort,” she reminded him. He shook his head at her. “You have a hard time accepting praise, don’t you?” “It makes me really uncomfortable.” “All right, then. You suck. Now, I’m going to check on Ryn to see if he needs anything while he deals with the firestorm over this.” Smiling,

Zarya wanted to kill someone. As of today, it’d been nineteen weeks since she’d last spoken to her fiancé. Nineteen. Weeks. Tomorrow would be five months. His voicemail had filled up over three months ago, and hadn’t been cleared. I know he’s dead. He had to be. It was the only explanation that made sense. Why else had he not called her? Kere would never leave her hanging like this.

Zarya, please help me. Please… I love you so much. How could she not see it in his eye? But there was no love in her gaze. No recognition whatsoever. Only hatred and contempt. She sneered at him. “Bastard royal scum. You’re all lying hypocrites. I hope all of you get what you deserve.” She spat in his face and released his head to fall forward again. Darling swore his heart shattered. Surely that was the only thing that could explain the utter misery and agony he felt. The total desolation. He’d been abandoned before in his life by people he loved, but never had it hurt as much as this did. She

Maris clicked to another page of the report. “They fed him his own vomit, along with urine and excrement.” Zarya

Arturo as their permanent governor. An uncontested leader who hated them as much as they hated him. One who would take the same amount of pity on them as they’d shown Darling and his sister. None whatsoever. May the gods help them now that he wouldn’t be there to protect them from Arturo’s wrath. Yeah, fate was a bitch, but she always had a wicked sense of humor. Today, he was her punch line. Tomorrow, she’d be laughing at them. Darling’s thoughts turned to Zarya. He wanted to believe she had nothing to do with this. That she’d never sanction such cruelty from her men. But he knew better. Clarion

Is Darling still awake?” She stepped back so that he could see Ryn. “He is.” Hauk headed for the bed. “Fain sent me a note about what’s going on with the locals. I’m here with backup.” Darling growled. “Not helpless, people.” “Not people, human,” Hauk said in an exasperated tone. Darling made an obscene gesture at him. “I thought I got rid of you when I left the hospital.” Hauk clutched his chest as if those words wounded him. “Aww now, Dar, you’re going to hurt my feelings.” “You don’t have feelings.” “True. Just think of me like a bad STD. I always show up at the worst time.” He glanced back at Zarya. “So much for your hot date, huh?” Darling groaned. “You are ever a pain in my ass, Hauk. Should I reset the timers on my explosives in the city? Might give the Resistance pause if they think I’m going to take them or their families with me.” Ryn

Oh,” Cretia said, raking her with a smug sneer. “She’s your bodyguard. I get it now. Makes sense, since she has more testosterone than both of you combined.” She drifted off. Zarya glared at him as he finally released her. “You should have let me rip her hair out by the dyed roots.” Maris tsked at her. “Oh please. The last thing you want to do is get her acidic blood on your beautiful dress. Think of the poor designer who’d curse you for the affront to his hard work.” “Yes,

Zarya went completely still as she straightened and became aware of all the mocking gazes fixed on them. Heat scorched her cheeks. I look like the biggest slut of all time… In public. Why didn’t the universe provide rotating black holes on planets that could swallow people whole when they needed them to? “Don’t let their bitter viciousness steal your happiness,” Darling whispered in her ear before he placed a tender kiss on her cheek. Tucking her hand into the crook of his arm, he led her toward his throne. Arms

Syn sniffed like he was crying. “Awww, Kip,” he said to Nykyrian with an exaggerated pout, “our little baby’s all grown up and being political… We did such a good job with him. I’m so proud.” Nykyrian scowled at him. “What the hell’s wrong with you?” Sobering, Syn held his mobile up for Nykyrian. “I hacked their security feed. Wanna spy on Darling with me?” “I definitely do.” Zarya stepped closer to Syn so that she could watch Darling in action. Syn

Zarya started to speak, then paused as she caught sight of Kyr in the doorway. He was staring a hole through Nykyrian. Syn nudged Nykyrian slightly to get his attention. “Look, Kip. Your friend wants to say hi.” Nykyrian scoffed. “Damn, you’re slow, Syn. He’s been eyeballing me for about five minutes now.” Syn snorted. “Eyeballing. Ar, ar. I get it.” Unamused, Nykyrian released an elongated breath, but Zarya thought it was funny. Sick,

Agreeing completely, Zarya came to an abrupt halt as she saw the small side table that had been pulled out for them. “Small” being the operative word. It must have been an end table in the conference room. The chairs were tiny foldaways with stained gray cushions. And while the linens were clean, they, too, were stained in places. It was the ultimate slap in the face. But for Darling, she’d be throwing a tantrum over it. Instead, she smiled at the woman and graciously sat down while Maris followed suit. Never let them know how much they’ve hurt you. Don’t give them the satisfaction. Her father had raised her on those principles and she held them tight. Starskas didn’t flinch or bitch. They got even. Lady

In under three minutes, Maris and Zarya returned to the dining room. Zarya gave him a suspicious stare as she neared them. “What did you do?” Darling blinked innocently. “What makes you think I did anything?” Maris snorted. “The way the waiter behaved—like he was afraid for his life.” Darling shrugged. “No idea why. I merely made a request.” “Sure, you did,” Maris said with a short laugh. “I’ve heard your requests. They’re positively wrong.” Zarya

You have no idea what you’re unleashing right now, verikon.” Zarya wasn’t sure what that word meant, or the language it belonged to, but from Darling’s reaction, it was obvious he knew it well. “And neither do you, ciratile. You ever try this shit again with me and mine, and I will rape and plunder the village, and burn the motherfucker to the ground…” He looked around at the bodies on the floor. “And as you’ve seen here today, there ain’t nothing you bitches can do to stop me. Talk is cheap. Pain is free. And I’m peddling the shit out of it. So you come on and get some.” Kyr laughed as if he relished the thought. “War it is. Good luck, Emperor.” He sneered that title. “No one will ever support you in this. You’re about to find out what happens to nations that fight alone.” Nykyrian

Stepping back from the bed, Maris hit the release for his helmet then pulled it off. For a full minute, Ture couldn’t breathe as the full impact of Maris’s looks overwhelmed him. His face finely boned and well chiseled, Maris was male beauty personified. Deep, dark eyes held him captive as they betrayed the depth of Maris’s intelligence and zest for life. The sweat from battle had left his short dark hair plastered to his head, but it didn’t detract from his handsomeness at all. Rather, it made him even more appealing, more masculine. Yet it was those plump full lips that made Ture’s throat go dry. Lips he wanted to taste so badly that for a moment, it drove away all thoughts of pain. Damn... He should have let Zarya introduce him to Maris a long time ago. What had been his problem? Obviously it was something called stupidity. Maris

Thank the gods you’re both still dressed and not entwined naked on the floor.… Now tell me, what exactly are we interrupting?” Hauk scowled at the comment and question as if replaying their exchange in his head while Darling burst into laughter. “Damn, Nyk … my wife’s not that pregnant.” Darling’s tone was filled with utter indignation. Maris scoffed. “Oh please, honey. Zarya’s so pregnant, one good sneeze could launch your son into this world in a matter of seconds.” Darling gave him a droll stare, but he knew it was true. Due any minute now, the poor girl was almost as huge as a shuttle craft. And crankier than a Gondarion were-beast. Moving

Clearing her throat, Natale picked it up to show it to Zarya. “When Darling was little, his father would take it off and place it on his tiny finger before he made Darling recite his rules of conduct. I always waited for Darling to protest having to do it, but he was such a little man about it. All he wanted was to please his father and make him proud. He would clench his hand.” Natale demonstrated it with her own fist. “And stand tall, then repeat all twenty flawlessly. When he was done, he’d take the ring off and stare at it in awe. And every time he gave it back to his father, he’d promise that one day he would be the best governor Caron ever had.” Her eyes filled with agony, Natale covered her mouth with her hand. “Unlike Drake and Lise, he actually remembers his father. The two of them were so close. Darling worshiped the ground he stood on.” She swallowed and lowered her hand. “He’s just like his father, you know? It’s so hard to look at him sometimes when all I see is everything I’ve lost. He has Drux’s voice and his bearing and mannerisms.” She almost broke down into tears again, but somehow she caught herself. “Anyway, I should go now and leave you to him.” Zarya

Um, Your Majesty,” the priest cleared his throat, “we’re not to that part of the ceremony yet.” Still, Darling held on to her and whispered in her ear with that deep, damaged voice that sent chills all over her body. “In all my life, I have only had one haven that sheltered me from my hell. One woman whose smile made me fly even after I’d hit the ground so hard that I didn’t think I could ever stand again. There is nothing in this universe that could destroy me, except you, Zarya. You have taken a monster and made him human. My wounded soul was healed because of your smile. So long as I live and even beyond this life, I am and will always be ever yours.” Her tears fell even harder as she heard the sincerity behind those words. “Ever yours” was what he’d engraved in the band of her wedding ring… She

Ture turned away then spun about so fast that Maris barely realized he’d done it. Before he could react, Ture pulled him into his arms and kissed him with a passion that made his head reel. Maris growled deep in his throat as he wrapped his arms around Ture’s lean, ripped body and held him close. He hungered for Zarya’s friend a lot more than he should. A lot more than made any kind of sense to him. Ture slid his hand down Maris’s back and pressed his hips against his until he felt the fact that Ture was as hard for him as he was for Ture. Damn it. Why couldn’t his body, for once, listen to his brain? “This is a mistake,” he breathed against Ture’s lips. He knew it with every part of himself. Fisting his hand in Maris’s hair, Ture teased his earlobe with his tongue, sending even more chills over his body. “I swear to you, Mari... I won’t ever be your mistake. Let me give you the love you deserve.” Those words carved themselves into his heart and burned with an indescribable pain. Wanting

Another mythical island in Slavic tradition was the isle of Buyan, which seems to have been a very similar sort of blessed realm without death. According to folk tradition, the waters of life flow from the white rock Alatyr on the island of Buyan.84 In folktales, we know that this “water of life” has the power to restore the dead to life. We also hear that the personified Dawn “Zarya” resides on Buyan.

The connection between Zarya (dawn) and the water of life is also clear in some Russian charms. One spell against illness places a maiden named “Zarya” (dawn) on the mythical island of Buyan. She sits there upon the white stone “Alatyr”, from which flow rivers of healing water. Interestingly, this figure is replaced with the Virgin Mary in some spells.