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“Koschei, Koschei,鈥� she whispered. 鈥淲hat would I have been if I had never seen the birds? I am no one; I am nothing. I am a blank paper on which you and your magic wrote a girl. Just the kind of girl you wanted, all hungry and hurt and needing. A machine for loving you. Nothing in me was not made by you.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless

“Marya put down her fork. 鈥淲hy are you doing this, Koschei? I have had lovers before. You have, too. Remember Marina? The rusalka? She and I swam together every morning. We raced the salmon. You called us your little sharks.鈥�

The Tsar of Life held his knife so tightly Marya could see his knucklebones bulging. 鈥淲ere any of them called Ivan? Were any of them human boys all sticky with their own innocence? I know you. I know you because you are like me, as much like me as two spoons nested in each other.鈥� Her husband leaned close to her, the candlelight sparking in his dark, shaggy hair. 鈥淲hen you steal them, they mean so much more, Marousha. Trust me. I know. What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you? Did I not give you enough pretty dresses? Enough emeralds? I鈥檓 sure I have more, somewhere.鈥�

Marya lifted her hand and laid it on her husband鈥檚 cheek. With a blinking quickness, she drove her nails deep into his face. 鈥淒on鈥檛 you dare speak to me like that. I have worn nothing but blood and death for years. I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me. I have learned all the tricks you said I must learn. I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man. I have learned to lay my finger aside my nose and disappear. I have learned to watch everything die. I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too. And if I have watched all my soldiers die in front of me, if I have only been saved by my rifle and my own hands, if I have drunk more blood than water for weeks, then I take the human boy who stumbled into my tent and hold him between my legs until I stop screaming, you will not punish me for it. Are we not chyerti? Are we not devils? I will not even hear your punishment, old man.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless

“The man who knelt before her would have sprung from her needles, even down the ghostly flecks of silver in his hair. She had not known before that she wanted all these things, that she preferred dark hair and a slightly cruel expression, that she wishes for tallness, or that a man kneeling might thrill her.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless

“How long your hair has grown. You could strangle a man in it.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless

“Yes," he growled, "yes, I will put you there and turn out the light in your eyes and come to stare at you for centuries, to pore over you, because you are mine, my treasure, my hoard, and I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless

“Did I not come to you on my knees with a kingdom in my hand?”
― Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless

“What mirrors we are, set to face each other, reflecting desire.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless

“If she had looked out the window, she might have seen a great, hoary old black owl alight on the branch of the oak tree. She might have seen the owl lean perilously forward on his green-black branch and, without taking his gaze from her window, fall hard鈥攖hump, bash!鈥攐nto the streetside. She would have seen the bird bounce up, and when he righted himself, become a handsome young man in a handsome black coat, his dark hair curly and thick, flecked with silver, his mouth half-smiling, as if anticipating a terribly sweet thing.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless

“But you like him already, I can tell. Even though we showed our teeth and were very clear about his being wicked.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless

“Hounds and hearthstones, girl, haven't you ever heard a story about Koschei? He's only got the one. Act one, Scene one: pretty girl. Act one, Scene two: pretty girl gone!”
― Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless

“When you are this hungry, you cannot even remember who you used to be, she whispered. Who you might have been, if not for the hunger.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless