“Swords could also be used for freeing. You could've cut through the chain around the bird's foot and set it free. Swords could be used for killing. But it needn't be the bird. Wouldn't the more merciful choice have been… — Roshani Chokshi Copy Share Image
“Fear was a reminder that even the insubstantial could kill. But insubstantial meant it had no shape. It couldn't be conquered or tamed or… — Roshani Chokshi Copy Share Image
“What I wanted was a connection, a shared heatbeat that kept rhythm across oceans and worlds.” — Roshani Chokshi Copy Share Image
“I wanted a love thick with time, as inscrutable as if a lathe had carved it from night and as familiar as the marrow… — Roshani Chokshi Copy Share Image
“-we wish you-" "-a tale-" "-worth telling." "Not luck?" asked Vikram. The gate heaved with wet laughter. "-what good is-" "-such a thing.” — Roshani Chokshi Copy Share Image
“I was no more than a guest in my father's home, whittling away the time until a palanquin bore me away to a different… — Roshani Chokshi Copy Share Image
“I thought you were going to stay away from me," she said. He looked at her, this princess who seemed so dangerously sharp that… — Roshani Chokshi Copy Share Image
“Nothing was more beautiful than a night sky dusted with stars. Nothing was more terrible than a night sky scrawled with a thousand destinies.… — Roshani Chokshi Copy Share Image
“What was sureness and certainty? I used to hold on to certainty like a light inside me, hoping it would chase out the dark… — Roshani Chokshi Copy Share Image
“Beauty, coveted though it was, could not outlive you. Only actions would.” — Roshani Chokshi Copy Share Image
“Although I had never envisioned marriage, I had thought of love. Not the furtive love I heard muffled in the corners or rooms of… — Roshani Chokshi Copy Share Image
“I used to think fear either numbed or nudged. Now I knew fear did neither. Fear was a key that fit every person's hollow… — Roshani Chokshi Copy Share Image
“A story. This was the key to immortality. The things that made kings quiver and deities distrustful: Nothing but a tale.” — Roshani Chokshi Copy Share Image
“The sage smiled. Sometimes a smile was little more than a sliver of teeth. And sometimes a smile was a knife cutting the world… — Roshani Chokshi Copy Share Image
