“You see, a truth parted with has its own way of becoming a tale. It is told so often that it stumbles in the telling, little bits flaking off, little bits sticking on, and the years accrete and they tend… — 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
