She clung to the wall, but it was purpose she grasped at long last, and that carried her upward.

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But when she wanted to, Inej had a way of making you feel her silence.

There was no part of him that was not broken, that had not healed wrong, and there was no part of him that was not stronger for having been broken.

prudish?”

She felt slightly guilty for eavesdropping on Kaz, but he was the one who had turned her into a spy. You couldn’t train a falcon, then expect it not to hunt.

Would she ever see her father again? Hear her mother singing, listen to her uncle’s silly stories? I’m not sure I have a heart to give anymore, Papa.

“The life you live, the hate you feel—it’s poison. I can drink it no longer.” Matthias locked the cell door and hurried down the passage toward Nina, toward something more.

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