You just punched a prince, Alina. I guess we can add one more act of treason to our list.' I shook out my sore hand. My knuckles smarted. 'First of all, are we so sure he really is a prince? And second, you're just jealous.' 'Of course I'm jealous. I thought I was going to get to punch him. That isn't the point.
I told them you hate herring.' 'Why?' 'And that you love plum cake. And that Ana Kuya took a switch to you when you ruined your spring slippers jumping in puddles.' I winced. 'Why would you tell them all that?' 'I wanted to make you human, ' he said. 'All they see when they look at you is the Sun Summoner. They see a threat, another powerful Grisha like the Darkling. I want them to see a daughter or a sister or a friend. I want them to see Alina.
They had each other and there was a love between them that would withstand anything. Alina and I had always intuited, with no small wry pique, that, although our parents adored us and would do anything for us, they loved each other more. As far as I was concerned, that was the way it should be. Kids grow up, move on and find a love of their own. The empty nest shouldn't leave parents grieving. It should leave them ready and excited to get on with living their own adventure, which would, of course, include many visits to children and grandchildren.
Karen Marie Moning
Missing Alina was worse than a terminal illness. At least when you were terminal you knew the pain was going to end eventually. But there was no light at the end of my tunnel. Grief was going to devour me, day into night, night into day, and although I might feel like I was dying from it, might even wish I was, I never would. I was going to have to walk around with a hole in my heart forever. I was going to hurt for my sister until the day I died. If you don't know what I mean or you think I'm being melodramatic, then you've never really loved anyone.
Karen Marie Moning