no mourners, no funerals

Many thieves, one Greywaren

alina x nikolai (the grisha trilogy) “You could stay with me,” he said quietly. “I still need a Queen.”

↳ @shirewalker — will you go to the yule ball with me?

“Blood didn’t faze me. I could slash myself open and still / make it to dinner.”

In the mirror, he saw himself, a knight with bowed head, offering his service, a sword in his hand, a sword in his back. He felt no pain, only the ache in his heart. Choose me. There were tears on his cheeks, even as he felt the shame of it. She was no one, a girl who had lucked into a gift, who had done nothing to earn it. She was his queen.

/ Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo

I hope you weren’t looking to me to be the voice of reason. I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret.

I want to believe that there’s more. That we could be more. Hell, we could be heroes.

But these words people threw around - humans, monsters, heroes, villains - to Victor it was all just a matter of semantics. Someone could call themselves a hero and still walk around killing dozens. Someone else could be labeled a villain for trying to stop them. Plenty of humans were monstrous, and plenty of monsters knew how to play at being human.

I can bring you in warm… or I can bring you in cold.

Even if he’d had his pick of a thousand companions, these would have been the people he chose.