Extraits

“It’s probably my job to tell you life isn’t fair, but I figure you already know that. So instead, I’ll tell you that hope is precious, and you’re right not to give up.”

“I never thought it was fair that anatomy decided what my brain was fit for.

“I'm no longer a daughter.

No longer a granddaughter.

No longer a girl with dreams. With hope.

I'm a weapon, now.”

“He pulls me to a stop in front of a stall selling steaming hot stew of beef an onions. "Two please."

"It's too expensive," I whisper to him, even though I know he won't listen.

he treats me one of his wide, gentle smiles, his dark eyes shining. "Who else am I going to spend my money on? I already know you won't let me buy you and of the pretty, frilly things girls your age like to have, and I'm not about to purchase another weapon to add to your collection."

"Because I don't like pretty, frilly things. And there's nothing wrong with having a nice collection of weapons.”

“I love how you still think if you tell me to do something, I'll just check my brain at the door and do it.”

Silent acquiescence in the face of tyranny is no better than outright agreement.”

“No matter what has happened. No matter what you've done. No matter what you will do. I will always love you. I swear it.”

“His knives are nice. Mine is better.”

“I ache to hear her tell me she loves me, but forcing her to put words to how she feels pushes her further into the silence she seems comfortable calling home now. I tell myself to be patient and understanding, but inside there's a longing only those words will fill, and it hurts to ignore it.”

“What's the use in being diplomatic? I'd rather just pull my weapon and wing it.”