Arin személy
Idézetek
She said, I'm going to miss you when you when I wake up.
Don't wake up, he answered.
But he did.
Kestrel, beside him on the grass, said. “Did I wake you? I didn't mean to.”
It took him a velvety moment to understand that this was real. The air was quiet. An insect beat it's clear wings. She brushed hair from his brow. Now he was very awake.
“You were sleeping so sweetly,” she said.
“Dreaming” He touched her tender mouth.
“About what?”
“Come closer, and I will tell you.”
But he forgot. He kissed her, and became lost in the exquisite sensation of his skin becoming too tight for his body. He murmured other things instead. A secret, a want, a promise. A story, in its own way.
480. oldal
Then she had noticed that Arin’s fingernails were blackened, and how he kept reaching into his pocket as if to reassure himself that something was there.
She had told herself not to guess. But she could never help guessing. A smile warmed her face.
He shut his eyes in mock chagrin. “Gods, can I keep nothing from you?”
“I didn’t mean to.”
“Devious thing. I won’t give it to you yet. It’s for Ninarrith.”
Time seemed strange; it was as if the ring were already on her smallest finger, the most vulnerable one.
“It’s simple,” Arin had hastened to say.
“I will love it.”
“Will you wear it?”
“Yes.”
“Always?”
“Yes,” she had said, “if you show me how to make one for you, too.”
482. oldal
Arin pontosan tudta, hogy vannak dolgok, amik egy életen át fájnak, és azt is, hogy Kestrel nem tartozik ezek közé a dolgok közé. A lány olyan, mint egy seb, amely végre behegedt.
20. oldal