You’re not weak because you can’t read. You’re weak because you’re afraid of people seeing your weakness. You’re letting shame decide who you are.
Sometimes the trick to getting the best of a situation was just to wait. If you didn’t like the weather, you didn’t rush into the storm—you waited until it changed. You found a way to keep from getting wet.
Be the thing they all fear when they close their eyes at night.
Kaz Brekker didn't need a reason. Those were the words whispered on the streets.
"Who'd deny a poor cripple his cane?" "If the cripple is you, then any man with sense."
He needed to tell her... What? That she was lovely and brave and better then anything he deserved. That he was twisted, crooked and wrong, but not so broken that he couldn't pull himself together into some semblance of a man for her.
She laughed. And if he could've bottled up the sound and gotten drunk on it every night, he would have.
