“he reminds me of the too-clever fox, another of ana kuya’s stories, smart enough to get out of one trap, but too foolish to realize he won’t escape a second.”
Anonymous: I LOVE how you draw kaz with an earring!!!
“He had claimed his throne, and a part of her too. He was welcome to it. For the living and the dead, she would make herself a reckoning. She would rise.”
The first time I’d entered the Fold, I’d feared the darkness and my own death. Now, darkness was nothing to me, and I knew that soon death would seem like a gift.
The girl touched the collar at her neck, the fetter at her wrist. So many men had tried to make her a queen. Now she understood that she was meant for something more.
The Darkling: This is crazy, but I’m having feelings again. Like some kind of 14-year-old kid or something. You remember feelings, right?
i would’ve killed mal, married nikolai and fucked the darkling but this bitch killed the darkling, married mal and didn’t even fuck nikolai,
how can one fuck up life choices on such deep level?
“You shouldn’t make friends with crows,” he’d told her.
“Why not?” she asked.
He’d looked up from his desk to answer, but whatever he’d been about to say had vanished on his tongue.
[ … ] “Why not?” she’d repeated, eyes still closed.
He said the first thing that popped into his head. “They don’t have any manners.”
“Neither do you, Kaz.” She’d laughed, and if he could have bottled the sound and gotten drunk on it every night, he would have. It terrified him.
