If sheโs out here and not locked up in the barracks, Iโll know,โ he said. He took a deep breath and whistled. โYou share a whistle?โ Trevanion said in disbelief. โDo you have a problem with that?โ Finnikin asked. โI have a few whistles,โ Lucian murmured. โVery confusing sometimes.โ โWhistles are meant for combat,โ Trevanion said. โNot wooing women. Women do not understand whistles.
Melina MarchettaIt's not that I like you least [...] it's that I feared you most. The reginita taught me to like you. There was a strange joy to her that lifted my spirits. But you, Quintana of Charyn, you made me love you.
Melina MarchettaIf we forget who we lost, then we forget who we once were, and if we forget who we once were, we lose sight of who we are now.
Melina MarchettaItโs Tolstoy, by the way,โ I say as I open the door. He turns around. โWhat?โ Shut up, I tell myself. Shut up. โThe writer of Anna Karenina. Not Trotsky. Trotsky was a revolutionary who was stabbed with a pickax in Mexico in 1940. But I can understand how the T thing could confuse you.
Melina Marchetta