“You were wrong.” My voice was steady, but doubt rustled in my heart. The Darkling shook his head. “You cannot lie to me. Do you think I could have come to you again and again, if you had been less alone? You called to me, and I answered.” I couldn’t quite believe what I was hearing. “You … you were there?” “On the Fold. In the palace. Last night.” I flushed as I remembered his body on top of mine. Shame washed through me, but with it came overwhelming relief. I hadn’t imagined it all. - Siege and Storm (The Grisha Trilogy) by Leigh Bardugo
“Around sunset, we emerged from the trees into a little glade where the snow lay in heavy, perfect drifts that glittered in the fading light. We slipped into the stillness, our footfalls muffled by the snow. It was late. I knew we should be making camp, finding shelter, Instead, we stood there in silence, hands clasped, watching the day disappear.” - Leigh Bardugo, Shadow and Bone
I love reading, but I hate when I finish a book and there’s that empty feeling you get. It’s like you lived a life that you loved so much and it ended and now you have to find a new life, but don’t want to leave your old one. Does anybody else feel this?