Someone was coming through the velvet. He was pulling it wide, he was stepping onto Kestrel’s balcony–close, closer still as she turned and the curtain swayed, then stopped. He pinned the velvet against frame. He held the sweep of it high, at the level of his gray eyes, which were silver in the shadows. He was here. He had come. Arin. Marie Rutkoski
About This Quote

This quote is simply the opening to a love letter written by Arin. This is one of those poems that can be interpreted in multiple ways. The velvet is symbolic of Kestrel’s heart and the fact that she is hiding it from Arin. The author even makes a reference to the fact that Kestrel (and Arin) are such good actors that they can fool themselves into believing the image of Kestrel they have created for themselves.

Source: The Winners Crime

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