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Marie Rutkoski: The Winner's Curse
Marie Rutkoski: The Winner's Curse – A nyertes átka

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– Milyen érzés árulónak lenni?
– Nem értem, miért lennék áruló.
– Éppen most erősítetted meg, hogy a katonák valóban az átjárón keresztül érkeznek. Köszönöm!
– Nem feltétlenül érdemlek köszönetet – mondta Kestrel. – A birodalom majdnem minden használható hajóját keletre küldték, ez azt jelenti, hogy a várost nem lehet másik irányból megközelíteni. Akinek egy kis esze van, kikövetkeztethette. Ezért van Arin a hegyen, te meg itt.
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Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Arin · Kestrel · Smúz
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There was no music after death.
She had chosen to live.
Now she stood in the launch, knowing that if she hit the water’s surface from this height, something was likely to break and she would sink quickly without the use of her bound hands.
What would Kestrel’s father choose for her? An honorable death, or life as Arin’s prize? She closed her eyes, imagining the general’s face if he had seen her surrender to Cheat, if he could see her now. […]
Kestrel listened to the slap of waves against the ship, the cries of struggle and death. She remembered how her heart, so tight, like a scroll, had opened when Arin kissed her. It had unfurled.
If her heart were truly a scroll, she could burn it. It would become a tunnel of flame, a handful of ash. The secrets she had written inside herself would be gone. No one would know.
Her father would choose the water for Kestrel if he knew.
Yet she couldn’t. In the end, it wasn’t cunning that kept her from jumping, or determination. It was a glassy fear.
She didn’t want to die. Arin was right. She played a game until its end.
Suddenly, Kestrel heard his voice. She opened her eyes. He was shouting. He was shouting her name. He was barreling past people, driving a path between the mainmast and the railing alongside the launch. Kestrel saw the horror in him mirror what she had felt when facing the water.
Kestrel gathered the strength in her legs and jumped onto the deck. […]
Arin hauled her to her feet. And even though he had seen her choice, must have seen it still blazing on her face, he shook her. He kept saying the words he had been shouting as he had neared the railing. “Don’t, Kestrel. Don’t.”
His hands cradled her face.
“Don’t touch me,” she said.
Arin’s hands fell. “Gods,” he said hoarsely.
“Yes, it would be rather unfortunate for you, wouldn’t it, if you lost your little bargaining chip against the general? Never fear.” She smiled a brittle smile. “It turns out that I am a coward.”
Arin shook his head. “It’s harder to live.”
Yes. It was.

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Arin · Kestrel · Smúz
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Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Arin · Smúz