“A story. This was the key to immortality. The things that made kings quiver and deities distrustful: Nothing but a tale.”
Roshani Chokshi“He loved her.And she loved him.And in such bliss does devastation grow.”
Roshani Chokshi“The problem with guilt was not how it attacks the present, but how it stained the past. Hindsight was a blemish on memory.”
Roshani Chokshi, A Crown of Wishes“What she coaxed out of me was a visceral need to live, and wasn't that what fueled immortality and made it worthwhile anyway? That there were wonders still left to be uncovered?”
Roshani Chokshi, Death and Night“Nothing was more beautiful than a night sky dusted with stars. Nothing was more terrible than a night sky scrawled with a thousand destinies. Night was inevitable. Like me.”
Roshani Chokshi, Death and Night“Night heralded sleep and shadows, demons and dreams. But I heralded the night.”
Roshani Chokshi, Death and Night“A story. This was the key to immortality. The things that made kings quiver and deities distrustful: Nothing but a tale.”
Roshani Chokshi, A Crown of Wishes“Perhaps Choices spring up when history makes way for them. Perhaps they will grow, like legends upon dead conquerors.”
Roshani Chokshi, The Vishakanya's Choice“And perhaps that in itself was the great secret---not just for legacy, but also for life. You could carry a story inside you and hold it up to the light when you needed it the most. You could peer through it, like a frame, and see how it changed your view when you looked out onto the world.”
Roshani Chokshi, A Crown of Wishes“Ah, desire. Such a poisonous thing.”
Roshani Chokshi, A Crown of Wishes“There's always impossibilities in dreams. Dream more.”
Roshani Chokshi, Death and Night