“Fear was a reminder that even the insubstantial could kill. But insubstantial meant it had no shape. It couldn't be conquered or… — Roshani Chokshi Fear Copy Share Image
“What I wanted was a connection, a shared heatbeat that kept rhythm across oceans and worlds.” — Roshani Chokshi Ocean 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… — Roshani Chokshi Love 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… — Roshani Chokshi Luck 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… — Roshani Chokshi Time 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… — Roshani Chokshi Crown-of-wishes 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… — Roshani Chokshi Astronomy 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… — Roshani Chokshi Certainty Copy Share Image
“Beauty, coveted though it was, could not outlive you. Only actions would.” — Roshani Chokshi Actions 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… — Roshani Chokshi Love 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… — Roshani Chokshi Fear 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 Death 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… — Roshani Chokshi Copy Share Image
“ You see, a story is not just a thing told to a child before sleep. A story is control. ” — Roshani Chokshi Children Copy Share Image
“The problem with guilt was not how it attacks the present, but how it stained the past. Hindsight was a blemish on… — Roshani Chokshi Guilt Copy Share Image
“Stop admiring the view,” he said. “Critiquing it,” I lied,” — Roshani Chokshi Admiring The View Copy Share Image
“And the truth was that he was not afraid of being seen for what he was. He was afraid of being seen… — Roshani Chokshi Fear Copy Share Image
“--perhaps monsters were misunderstood gods; deities with plans too grand for humans; a phantom of evil that drank from the roots of… — Roshani Chokshi Evil Copy Share Image
“What she coaxed out of me was a visceral need to live, and wasn't that what fueled immortality and made it worthwhile… — Roshani Chokshi Death Copy Share Image
“What property is left to dreamers when every idea has been tamed and conquered? What about the poet who dreams of embracing… — Roshani Chokshi Dreams Copy Share Image
“And perhaps that in itself was the great secret---not just for legacy, but also for life. You could carry a story inside… — Roshani Chokshi Beautiful Copy Share Image
“Curses aren’t made to be permanent. They like to be broken or they become resentful that everyone’s forgotten about them,” — Roshani Chokshi Copy Share Image
