I had spared the stag's life. The power of that life belonged to me as surely as it belonged to the man who had taken it.
Leigh BardugoThereโs no such thing as too much champagne. Though your head will try to tell you otherwise tomorrow.
Leigh BardugoMaybe love was superstition, a prayer we said to keep the truth of loneliness at bay. I tilted my head back. The stars looked like they were close together, when really they were millions of miles apart. In the end, maybe love just meant longing for something impossibly bright and forever out of reach.
Leigh Bardugo