Sometimes I read new books and never finish them (This is about 60% of the time). Other times I finish them really fast but don’t think of them later.
However, there are other moments, the rare ones, where I become lost in a story and forget it isn’t real. Then it ends…. and I become angry because I have to wait for the next installment.
Yep, that is this series for me. This is a phenomenal story and I recommend it especially to those with a love of history, folktales and Russia.
‘Should I live out my life as a false Lord, until they find me out and put me in a convent? She demanded. Should I run away? Go home? Never see my brothers again? Where do I belong? I don’t know. I don’t know who I am. And I have eaten in your house, and nearly died in your arms, and you rode with me tonight and I hoped you might know.’
The word sounded foolish even as she said it. She bit her lip. The silence stretched out.
‘Vasya,’ he said.
‘Don’t. You never mean it,’ she said, drawing away. ‘You are immortal and it is only a game.’
His answer was not in words, perhaps, spoke for him when his fingertips found the pulse behind her jaw. She did not move. His eyes were cold and still: pale stars to make her lost. ‘Vasya,’ he said again, low and almost ragged, into her ear. ‘ I am not wise as you would have me, for all my years in the world. I do not know what you should choose. Every time you take one path, you must live with the memory of the other: of a life left unchosen. Decide as seems best, one course or the other; each way will have its bitter with its sweet.‘
‘That is not advice,’ she said. The wind blew her hair against his face.
‘It is all I have,’ he said. Then he slid his fingers through her hair and kissed her.
So Many Thoughts 