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“The only power any man has over you is the power you give him.”
― Renee Ahdieh, Flame in the Mist

“Words are foolish. Promises are useless. Anyone can say anything to get what it is they desire. Believe in actions and actions alone.”
― Renee Ahdieh, Flame in the Mist

“Stay or go. I leave it to you. But you are welcome always. In all ways.”
― Renee Ahdieh, Flame in the Mist

“I deny being a slave to any one thing. In any situation we can choose who we are and choose who we want to be.”
― Renee Ahdieh, Flame in the Mist

“I don’t want you risking yourself for me,â€� he continued, his voice unhurried. “Not anymore.â€�

“I’m not risking myself for you,â€� Mariko retorted. “I’m here for me. Because I still have things I wish to accomplish with my life.â€� She refocused her attention on the misshapen mass. Slowly began chiseling away twisted fragments of wax, using a lacquered chopstick she’d pilfered from her evening meal. “It turns out my wishes have something to do with you.”
― Renée Ahdieh, Smoke in the Sun

“The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" she said.
"I imagine the moon would be a thing of beauty on a night like this. But I prefer what I'm looking at now." His eyes remained focused on Mariko as he spoke.”
― Renée Ahdied, Smoke in the Sun

“Sleep well, Lady Mariko, You are loved. It isn't enough, but it's all I have.”
― Renée Ahdieh, Smoke in the Sun

“Love is—â€� She shifted in her saddle, fighting to sit taller, to convey a larger sense of self. “It isn’t something that can be understood or explained. It’s intangible. Like magic. Those who do not possess its power can never fully grasp it.â€�

Ranmaru inclined his head. “That sounds rather sad.�

“And smells like horseshit,â€� ÅŒkami said over his shoulder.”
― Renée Ahdieh, Flame in the Mist

“Sleep well, Lady Mariko. You are loved. It isn't enough, but it's all I have.”
― Renée Ahdieh, Smoke in the Sun

“It appears your betrothed is well on his way to falling hopelessly in love with you. Well done on that account."

It took Mariko a breath to see the truth beneath his
words. "Are you jealous?"

A pause. "Only a fool would not be.�

"That's ridiculous. Jealousy is for boorish people. Are you
a boor?"

"Of course I am. And of course I would be jealous. That
steaming heap of refuse doesn't have to sleep in a barred
cell. He can gaze at the moonlight whenever he wishes,� he
muttered.

"It's a shame the moon has eyes for another.”
― Renée Ahdieh, Smoke in the Sun