Leigh Bardugo Quotes

And feast on the dead, I thought with a shudder. As if he could read my thoughts, he pressed a hand to my shoulder. His fingers were long and white, splaying over my arm like a waxen spider. If the gesture was meant to comfort me, it failed.

Leigh Bardugo

David looked at me, then, the regret plain on his face. No matter what I said, we both knew the hard truth. We do our best. We try. And usually, it makes no difference at all

Leigh Bardugo

Her heart felt too full, a dry creek bed ill-prepared for such rain.

Leigh Bardugo