Igen, igen, igen!!! :D
Azt hiszem, talán ez a rész tetszett a legjobban a trilógiából, mindenképpen méltó lezárása volt. Volt benne izgalom, különböző helyszínek, érdekes fordulatok, valamint megint több szerep jutott az első részben megkedvelt karaktereknek is.
Rettentően örültem, hogy „visszakaptuk” Malachite-ot, aki hozta is a megszokott formáját. :D
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Idézetek – SPOILER –
• “Don’t be naive.” Varia laughs in my ear. “You know best of all that love is worth nothing. No one stays. Look at my brother—he’s turned on me. His own flesh and blood he loves so much. Look at Fione—she betrayed me, and we were meant to be married. Love never stays. But power, Zera—power does. Changing the world permanently, enduringly,
means more than love ever will.” [Varia]
• “That little beating thing in your hand, Your Highness,” I interrupt him,“doesn’t make someone human. It makes their chest a little heavier, their body a little louder. It gives them a drumbeat to march to, a compass to navigate by when the sun goes down. But it’s not the thing that makes one human.”
His fist holding my heart wilts, his brows knitting. “Then…what does?”
My smile breaks in two. I know what I have to do now. No—I’ve always known, since that night at the Hunt, when my body reacted before I did. Something in me has always known.
“What makes us human is a feeling,” I start. “A feeling I get when I’m with you.” Lucien’s eyes widen and then catch fire.
• Can I have this? Do I deserve this? Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe what I deserve is not for me to decide. [Zera]
• “There’s no need to worry over the necklace.” The prince stares at me. “She and I won’t be parted again.” “You never know!” I tease him. “The gods might have something to say about that.” “The gods”—Lucien lifts his chin, onyx eyes catching light—“will have to wait their turn.”
• The room goes quiet, all of us thinking. Malachite rubs his white hair frustratedly. “Thinking’s my least favorite thing.” “Likewise,” I say.
• He’s just here, and that’s all I need.
• “Good,” the beneather breathes out. “Because two Zeras running around is a nightmare I’ve had before, and I’d rather eat horseshit than have it again. Or in real life.” “What about two of me?” Lucien offers mildly. “That wouldn’t be so bad.” “Are you kidding?” Malachite throws his hands out. “Do I look like I can babysit two deluded princes at once? I have four stomachs, not ten arms!”
• “If you need me, I’ll come for you.”
“You don’t—” My breath catches as he kisses a soft pond-skip from my cheek to the corners of my lips. “I’ll be fine.”
“I know,” he asserts, kissing the fullness of my lips. “But I want you to be fine with me.”
“You’ll—” His kiss this time feels like a slice, where the others were paper cuts. “You’ll have to let me go sometime.”
“Yeah, Luc,” Malachite grumbles self-righteously. “Who’s the one who’s ‘bad at sharing’ now?”
• “No more,” the prince pants. “No more hunger. You are not the hunger’s. You are yours. And you are mine.”
• “Don’t let them make you feel like shit for being you,” he says. [Malachite]
• In Lucien d’Malvane’s outstretched hand is a bag that reads Heart.
“I never told you, did I?” He smiles down at me with velvet affection.
“Why I stitched that word.”
“I assumed it was because you were running low on creative juice.” I smirk.
“Not quite.” He takes my hand and presses the bag into it. “My heart. You’re my heart, more than the one in my chest.”
The swell of tears in my eyes starts again, but this is too happy a moment for them to fall. They hang there, bright and sparkling in the twilight, as my smirk melts to a smile.
• THE BEGINNING. ("The end" helyett)