The following excerpt is taken from the Darkling’s diary. It is undated.
This is Alina. She is holding a potato. It looks like a potato. It was supopsed too be a babey. I got much sleepy haffway threw the skech. I got too lazy to fix it. I am too seelp-drubk and too happey now. Alina and I will be maried somedaye. We will live in big house and have lots of babeys. Babeys are cute. Alina is cute. Am I cute? Alina, am I cute? I should go to sleep. Good neight Alina. Good nigthe babey…
She gave it all, you gave her shit She coulda done, just anything Or anyone, cause she’s a goddess You never got this You put her down, you liked her hopeless To walk around, feeling unnoticed You shoulda crowned her, cause she’s a goddess You never got this
“He leaned against the window, and the gilded frame came into sharp focus. “Do you think it would be any different with your tracker beside you? With that Lantsov pup?” “Yes,” I said simply. “Because you would be the strong one?” “Because they’re better men than you.” “You might make me a better man.” “And you might make me a monster.”