Zoya Shadow And Bone Quotes

Sorry,” I mumbled. “Maybe you’re hungry,” said Zoya. “I always get mean when I’m hungry.” “Are you hungry all the time?” asked Harshaw. “You haven’t seen me mean. When you do, you’ll require a very big hanky.” He snorted. “To dry my tears?” “To stanch the bleeding.

Zoya and I gaped at him. Then she scowled. "You know, if you turned a bit of that poetry on me, I might consider giving you a change." "Who says I want one?" "I want one!" called Harshaw. Zoya blew a damp curl from her forehead. "Oncat as a better chance than you." Harshaw held the little tabby above him. "Why, Oncat," he said. "You rogue.

If he gets any more charming, men and women may start lying down in the street for the privilege of being stepped on by the new Ravkan King.

Toss him over,” Zoya said. “Break his heart cruelly. I will gladly give our poor prince comfort, and I would make a magnificent queen.” I laughed. “You actually might, Zoya. If you could stop being horrible for a minute.” “With that kind of incentive, I can manage a minute. Possibly two.

That first winter, when it was time for her friends to leave, the girl ventured out into the show to say goodbye, and the stunning raven-haired Squaller handed her another gift. "A blue kefta," said the math teacher, shaking her head. "What would she do with that?" "Maybe she knew a Grisha who died," replied the cook, taking note of the tears that filled the girl's eyes. They did not see the note that read, You will always be one of us.

If this stains my teeth orange—” said Zoya. “It will,” interrupted Genya, “but I promise to put your teeth back whiter than they were before. I may even fix those weird incisors of yours.” “There is nothing wrong with my teeth.” “Not at all,” said Genya soothingly. “You’re the prettiest walrus I know. I’m just amazed you haven’t sawed through your lower lip.” “Keep your hands off me, Tailor,” Zoya grumbled, “or I’ll poke your other eye out.

From somewhere in the distance, we heard a rolling crack of thunder. "He's coming," moaned one of the Inferni. "Oh, Saints, he's coming." "He'll kill us all," whispered Sergei. "If we're lucky," replied Zoya.

Huh,” Zoya said to Adrik. “I’m impressed.” At the elation that burst over his face, she groaned. “Never mind. I’m downgrading that to grudging approval.

I stared at them in disbelief. "You meant to get caught?" "Turns out the easiest way to schedule a meeting is to get arrested.

If he gets any more charming, men and women may start laying down in the street for the privilege of being stepped on by the new Ravkan King. However did you resist him?" "Good question," Mal murmured from beside me. "Turns out I don't care for emeralds," I said. Zoya rolled her eyes. "Or royal blood, blinding charisma, tremendous wealth--" "You can stop now," said Mal.

I miss knowing what happens next.

Zoya yelped. "That little brat just kicked me." "Smart kid," said Mal. I lifted a brow. "Smarter than some." He had the good grace to blush.

Maybe you’re hungry,” said Zoya. “I always get mean when I’m hungry.

Zoya, the grouse we caught need cleaning." She stared at him and didn’t budge. He rolled his eyes. "All right, they need cleaning by someone else. Please go find somebody to order around." "My pleasure.

Abruptly, Adrik snarled, 'I'm glad Sergei's dead. I'm just sorry I didn't get to wring his neck myself.' 'You'd need two hands for that,' said Zoya. There was a brief, terrible silence, then Adrik scowled and said, 'Okay, stab him.

I hope you’re all enjoying yourselves.” Tamar hooked a scarf over Nadia’s neck and drew her in for a kiss. “Oh, for Saints’ sake,” complained Zoya. “Is everyone pairing up now?” Genya snickered. “Take heart. I’ve seen Stigg casting mournful glances your way.” “He’s Fjerdan,” Zoya said. “That’s the only kind of glance he has. And I can arrange my own assignations, thank you very much.

You didn't really think they were ghosts, did you?" I blushed and Tolya cleared his throat. Zoya rolled her eyes and strode toward the hill. "I am surrounded by fools.

Turns out the easiest way to schedule a meeting is to get arrested," said Zoya.

Zoya picked up a kefta hanging over the back of my chair. It was gold brocade, the sleeves and hem embroidered lavishly in blue, the cuffs marked with jeweled sunbursts. "Sable," she said to me, stroking the lining. "I have never loathed you more.

She keeps that haughty look, but her shoulders stiffen and she has to work a bit harder to lift her perfect nose in the air. I know I shouldn’t enjoy her misery as much as I do. I also shouldn’t have a second buttered roll with my breakfast every morning, but sometimes one must indulge.

Toss him over," Zoya said. "Break his heart cruelly. I will gladly give our poor prince comfort, and I would make a magnificent queen.

You haven't seen me mean. When you do you'll require a very big hanky To dry my tears? To stanch the bleeding.

You haven't seen me mean. When you do, you'll require a very big hanky." He snorted. "To dry my tears?" "To staunch the bleeding.

Yes, yes," said Zoya. "The Sun Summoner can summon. And all it took was a few deaths and a minor explosion." "You blew something up?" said Harshaw plaintively. "Without me?

They have an ordinary life, full of ordinary things - if love can ever be called that.

That first winter, when it was time for her friends to leave, the girl ventured out into the snow to say goodbye, and the stunning raven-haired Squaller handed her another gift. “A blue kefta,” said the math teacher, shaking her head. “What would she do with that?” “Maybe she knew a Grisha who died,” replied the cook, taking note of the tears that filled the girl’s eyes. They did not see the note that read, You will always be one of us.

Sorry,” I mumbled. “Maybe you’re hungry,” said Zoya. “I always get mean when I’m hungry.” “Are you hungry all the time?” asked Harshaw. “You haven’t seen me mean. When you do, you’ll require a very big hanky.” He snorted. “To dry my tears?” “To stanch the bleeding.

Then, despite all my better judgement, I asked the question I'd wanted to ask for nearly a year. "You and Mal, back in Kribirsk-" "It happened." I knew that and I knew there had been plenty of others before her, but it still stung. Zoya glanced at me, her long black lashes sparkling with rain. "But never since," she said grudgingly, "and it hasn't been for lack of trying. If a man can say no to me, that's something." I rolled my eyes. Zoya poked me in the arm with one long finger. "He hasn't been with anyone, you idiot. Do you know what the girls back at the White Cathedral called him? Beznako" A lost cause.

That first winter, when it was time for her friends to leave, the girl ventured out into the snow to say goodbye, and the stunning raven-haired Squaller handed her another gift. "A blue kofta," said the math teacher, shaking her head. "What would she do with that?" "Maybe she knew a Grisha who died," replied the cook, taking not of the tears that filled the girl's eyes. They did not see the note that read, You will always be one of us

When Zoya drew level with me, she said, "You know, Starkov, I'm beginning to think that you turned your hair white on purpose." Iflicked a speck of starlight from my wrist, watching it fade. "Yes Zoya, courting death is an integral part of my beauty regimen.

Or a Ravkan heiress or a Grisha like Zoya.” “Zoya? I make it a policy never to seduce anyone prettier than I am.

Toss him over,” Zoya said. “Break his heart cruelly. I will gladly give our poor prince comfort, and I would make a magnificent queen.

What did you do?" shrieked Zoya. "You look like a deranged rooster!

Zoya poked me in the arm with one long finger. “He hasn’t been with anyone, you idiot. Do you know what the girls back at the White Cathedral called him? Beznako.” A lost cause. “It’s funny,” Zoya said contemplatively. “I understand why the Darkling and Nikolai want your power. But Mal looks at you like you’re … well, like you’re me.” “No he doesn’t,” said Tolya. “He watches her the way Harshaw watches fire. Like he’ll never have enough of her. Like he’s trying to capture what he can before she’s gone.

. “Oh that’s nothing. Zoya actually tried to put it around that you were possessed.” I laughed even harder. My lessons with Baghra were still difficult and I never actually enjoyed them. But I did relish any chance to use my power, and I felt like I was making progress. At first, I’d been frightened every time I got ready to call the light, afraid that it just wouldn’t be there and I’d be back to where I started. “It isn’t something separate from you,” Baghra snapped. “It isn’t an animal that shies away from you or chooses whether or not to come when you call it. Do you ask your heart to beat or your lungs to breathe? Your power serves you because that is its purpose, because it cannot help but serve you.

But we have been conditioned to obey authority in subtle manners, Zoya. You would be surprised at how very few actually speak up in the face of injustice.

What did you do?” shrieked Zoya. “You look like a deranged rooster!” Harshaw just shrugged. “Oncat insisted.

Maybe you’re hungry,” said Zoya. “I always get mean when I’m hungry.” “Are you hungry all the time?” asked Harshaw.