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328 pages, Paperback
First published May 6, 2016
I can forgive a lot of things, but outright stupidity is not one of them.
I have loved you every moment of every day, and I will love you until I cease to be. Bird, man, or king, I love you, and I will always love you.Lark is born into a world of magic, and the world hates magic.
Swallow Daughter, pull them in, those words that sit upon your lips. Lock them deep inside your soul, hide them 'til they've time to grow. Close your mouth upon the power, curse not, cure not, 'til the hour. You won't speak and you won't tell, you won't call on heav'n or hell. You will learn and you will thrive. Silence, daughter. Stay alive.If anyone ever finds out what she could do (or used to do), Lark will be instantly killed.
I swallowed, suddenly close to tears. Then why does no one see me?Essentially, Lark spends her whole life shut away, "unseen" if you will because of reasons.
I didn’t want to be taken care of. I wanted to run away from all the men who sought dominion over me, who thought they could own me, imprison me, use me, cut me.Constantly, but all she does is actions like this:
f I didn’t breathe too deeply, I wouldn’t feel the hollow echo in my empty chest.And this:
If I didn’t move too quickly, I wouldn’t reach any painful conclusions.AND THIS:
...if I didn’t listen, I wouldn’t hear the silence he always left behind.Aka, she has the backbone of a jellyfish and spends the entire book hanging out in a castle, drawing words on the furniture with the king.
‘‘You were not supposed to love me, Lark. I did not set out to make you love me. And I was not supposed to love you. But I do. And it is terrible.’’Are you serious? Terrible? That's the best you can do for your confession?
You chose me because I am of use. But I chose you because I wanted you. All I ever wanted was for you to love me in return.Talk about romance. There's even a line like this:
‘‘Because you just said you know nothing about being a queen. Because I am king. And because it is your duty to please me.’’And this:
‘‘You are a great use to me. I will put a child in your belly. A son who will be king.’’So, I was just not feeling it...and 3/4 of the content was spent on building this mess of a relationship.
“You don't need wings to fly.”
“Silence daughter, stay alive.”
“Daughter, daughter, Jeru's daughter,
Wait for him, his heart is true.
Daughter, daughter, Jeru's daughter,
'Til the hour he comes for you.”
“I have all the power, but you will destroy me.”
“You said I choose you because you are of use to me. And I did. But know this, Lark. I have loved you every moment of every day, and I will love you until I cease to be. Bird, man, or king, I love you, and I will always love you.”
“A bird cannot wield a sword.”
Silence, daughter. Stay alive."
"In a land purged of enchantment, love might be the only magic left."
"Swallow, daughter, pull them in, those words that sit upon your lips. Lock them deep inside your soul, hide them ‘til they’ve time to grow. Close your mouth upon the power, curse not, cure not, ‘til the hour. You won’t speak and you won’t tell, you won’t call on heaven or hell. You will learn and you will thrive.
Silence, daughter. Stay alive."
The day my mother was killed, she told my father I wouldn’t speak again, and she told him if I died, he would die too. Then she predicted the king would sell his soul and lose his son to the sky.
My father has a claim to the throne, and he is waiting in the shadows for all of my mother’s words to come to pass. He wants desperately to be king, and I just want to be free.
But freedom will require escape, and I’m a prisoner of my mother’s curse and my father’s greed. I can’t speak or make a sound, and I can’t wield a sword or beguile a king. In a land purged of enchantment, love might be the only magic left, and who could ever love... a bird?
“I think I will keep you.”
‘I am not a weapon. I don’t want to be a weapon!’
“You are what you are. I am what I am. It matters little what we want… I never wanted to be king. But it is what I am. It matters little what we want,” he repeated. I turned and stared up into his face, filled with an anguish that wouldn’t abate.
‘You’re wrong. It is the thing that matters most.’
“Why?” he murmured, his eyes intent.
‘Because without desire, there is only duty.”
"You were not supposed to love me. I did not set out to make you love me. And I was not supposed to love you. But... I have loved you every moment of every day, and I will love you until I cease to be. Bird, man, or king, I love you, and I will always love you.”
“Wait for him,” she pressed, and there was an urgency that belied her simple advice…
‘For how long?’
“As long as it takes.”
“My mother made words. She was a Teller, and her words were magic. She spoke and the words became life. Reality. Truth. My father knew it, and he was afraid. Words can be terrible when the truth is unwelcome.”
“Suddenly yearning had a flavor. It tasted like a king, a beautiful, frightening, infuriating man who flew into my life and began to free my words.”
“I have loved you every moment of every day, and I will love you until I cease to be.”
They lived to kill. Not for hate or power. But still, they killed. They killed because death meant food. Death meant life. Death meant that their blood pounded hotter in their veins, and their flesh grew thicker on their bones. They were simple monsters, but monsters all the same.
Suddenly freed and temporarily weightless, the ground rose up and snatched my breath. I lay stunned, the wind forced from my lungs.
"The Art of War?"
We rested a full day, giving the horses a chance to recuperate from the journey, but the collective unease of the camp made the day feel wasted. Shrieks and shouts filled the night as the Volgar picked off men in the dark . . .
Regard your soldiers as your children, and they will follow you into the deepest valleys; look on them as your own beloved sons, and they will stand by you even unto death.
“I can’t make words. I can’t make a sound. I have thoughts and feelings. I have pictures and colors. They are all bottled up inside of me because I can’t make words.
But I can hear them.
The world is alive with words. The animals, the trees, the grass, and the birds hum with their own words. “Life,” they say.”
“He shuddered in horror. He seemed momentarily lost in the horrified speculation of his possible beardlessness”
“Without desire, there is only duty,” Tiras whispered, quoting me as I quoted him. “But sometimes our greatest desire is to do our duty.” Then he closed his eyes, as if offering up a prayer for strength, though I heard only his yearning, and it made my heart tremble.”
“NO.
“Yes.”
Lust is different from desire. There are women who will gladly assuage your lust. I will not.
“You want me. I heard it. I feel it.”
It matters little what we want, I shot back, using his words against him. I may be your weapon. But I am not your queen.
He sat back on his haunches, his hands on his thighs, and he considered me.
“Do you want to be my queen?”
Why would I want that?
“Most women would.”
I am not most women.
“You don’t want power? Riches?”
Power only gets you killed.”
“I tried to instruct the soot to disappear too, but it stubbornly remained, proving that I could put out the fire, but I couldn’t yet save myself from the natural consequences of my mistakes.”
“I wished I had let him kill me instead.”
Why?
“Because in that moment, as I watched him die, I felt something leave me too. Like he’d taken part of my soul. The best part. I’ve never gotten it back. And I miss it.”
"Swallow Daughter, pull them in, those words that sit upon your lips. Lock them deep inside your soul, hide them 'til they've time to grow. Close your mouth upon the power, curse not, cure not, 'til the hour. You won't speak and you won't tell, you won't call on heav'n or hell. You will learn and you will thrive. Silence, daughter. Stay alive."
My mother made words. She was a Teller, and her words were magic. She spoke and the words became life. Reality. Truth. My father knew it, and he was afraid. Words can be terrible when the truth is unwelcome.
I see you, stars. Do you see me, peeking up through velvet leaves? Keep me safe from mice and men, invisible to all but friends.
“Swallow Daughter, pull them in, those words that sit upon your lips. Lock them deep inside your soul, hide them 'til they've time to grow. Close your mouth upon the power, curse not, cure not, 'til the hour. You won't speak and you won't tell, you won't call on heav'n or hell. You will learn and you will thrive. Silence, daughter. Stay alive.”
I couldn’t explain how it felt to converse with another human being. To actually converse. I had been reduced to sharing nothing of my innermost thoughts for most of my life. Reduced to throwing things when I was angry. Reduced to tears when I was sad. Reduced to the simplicity of nods and bows, of having people look away from me or become frustrated when they didn’t know what I was trying to communicate.
“You are a dangerous little bird. But I think I will keep you.”
"Yearning. There it was again. Suddenly yearning had a flavor. It tasted like a king, a beautiful, frightening, infuriating man who flew into my life and began to free my words."
"You are easy to overlook. Slim and pale and so quiet. But now that I've studied your soft grey eyes and traced the fine bones of your face, now that I've kissed your pale pink mouth, I don't want to look anywhere else. My gaze is continually drawn back to you."
“I have loved you every moment of every day, and I will love you until I cease to be. Bird, man, or king, I love you, and I will always love you.”
❝I have loved you every moment of every day, and I will love you until I cease to be. Bird, man, or king, I love you, and I will always love you.❞