Extraits

Je suis Zoya Nazyalensky, et j'en ai sérieusement assez de la fête qui bat son plein dans ma tête, espèce de vieux lézard.

Tout le monde pleure la première fleur,

Restera-t-il des larmes pour les fleurs à venir ?

Je chanterai pour toi,

Bien après la fin du printemps.

Et c'était peut-être tout ce qui comptait: survivre, oser rester en vie, construire l'espoir quand tout espoir est perdu.

J'ai un don pour l'ordre et un goût pour le chaos.

Comment ? Comment survit-on à un monde qui ne fait que prendre ? Elle n'eut pour toute réponse que le silence des étoiles, magnifiques, brillantes et insouciantes.

Spoiler(cliquez pour révéler) You are strong enough to survive the fall. They were plummeting toward the sea. Zoya felt Genya’s arms around her, Liliyana holding her tight. She felt Nikolai’s presence beside her and Juris’ sword in her hands. With a wild, gasping breath, she felt her wings unfurl.

"Shut your mouth,' Redvin snarled. "This is why women don't belong near the battlefield."

A woman just shoved your "taste of victory" right down your throat, Nina thought with satisfaction.

Spoiler(cliquez pour révéler)He paused and turned to look back over is shoulder at her. " The Suli never forget their own,General Nazyalensky. Just like the crows."

“Nikolai could have chosen to meet the enemy in the field, banners up, troops in plain sight. A show of force. It would have been the honorable thing, the brave thing. But Nikolai figured his soldiers were more interested in surviving than looking noble before the Fjerdans shot them full of holes, and he felt the same.”

"We are soldiers,[...] I will march with you in times of war. I will rest with you in times of peace. I will forever be the weapon in your hand, the fighter at your side, the friend who awaits your return."