The Bone Maker

I did what I could," Amurra said. Kreya fixed her with a look. "Don't do that." "Do what?" ... "Make yourself smaller than you are," Kreya said. "Life will do that enough for you. Own your power. You created a safe haven here, and because of that, we're alive. Thank you.

Do you trust me?' 'I know you want me to say, with my life. But in the interest of complete honesty, I'm going to have to go with sometimes.

Take my day, take my night, take my sunrise, take my life.

Exhaustion pulled on all her muscles like a heavy weight. "Do you forgive me?" He was silent for a moment. "No." Fine. She deserved that. "Will you forgive me?" This time, he didn't hesitate. "Yes." Good enough.

Knowledge itself isn't evil. It's how you use it.

I require pie before I desecrate a mass grave.

can’t decide if it’s pretty or creepy, which, come to think of it, is about the same way I feel about you.

I would have lied to you until we died. Sometimes honesty is cruelty, and love is lies.

I've lived life without you, and I couldn't bear it. Not when I had the strength to save you.

I know you've been here on your own for a long time, but I'm here now-" "And that means I could lose you again.

There was something about how it made your heart race, skin tingle, and breath speed. I feel alive, she thought.

You can get away with outrageous behavior if you have what others want.

Some things were worth any amount of time. Some were too precious to ever take for granted.

Pressing her hands to his heart, he looked as if he wanted to say more, but she already knew everything he could say. That was the lovely thing about loving someone for who they were, not who you wanted them to be.

The laws of nature and decency say friends don't give up on friends," Zera said. "No matter what tragedies happen. No matter how many years pass. People are meant to keep loving each other, even after death.

Are you scared?" Yarri asked in a small voice. "Of course," Kreya said. "Only fools aren't scared." "Oh." His voice was even smaller. "But that doesn't mean we don't do what needs to be done anyway. Fear just means you're alive. And that you care about staying that way. It's a good thing. You just can't let it make your decisions.

I wish we were both home, in the life we built, in the life we chose, with the family we made.

Let? There is no 'let' in marriage. You ask. We discuss. I convince." "If I were to lose you-" "You can't wrap me up in blankets and preserve me like a glass vase. That's not how love works. I know there are risks. I want to take those risks with you.

A marriage is a union - that means the two of you, united against whatever life throws at you. You share everything.

I am broken...I shattered like glass. Like pottery. Smashed. Crashed. Shards of me, scattered on the ground.

He often says he became the man he is because of the adventures he had with you. I owe you thanks for that, because I love the man he is.

She's brilliant," Jentt said as if it were a fact as immutable as a sunrise. She loved that about him. He believed in her.

There was a motionlessness to death that wasn't the same as rest. If it was peaceful, it was the serenity of stone. A lack of breath, not a breath suspended.

She'd learned to wait over the years. Hated it. Always hated it.

The problem with being alone was that it gave you time to think. And worry. And regret. And experience all those other inconvenient emotions.

She knew she couldn't count on incompetence to save her, though in her experience the incompetence of people was surprisingly reliable.

It's always about time, Kreya thought. How much you use, how much you waste, and how much you waste regretting the time you already wasted.

Everyone happy with the plan?' 'I'm not happy about any of this,' Zera said. Kreya one hundred percent agreed with that, as did they all. But they set about doing it anyways, because that was what heroes did.