Glass Sword Famous Quotes & Sayings
51 Glass Sword Famous Sayings, Quotes and Quotation.
I cling to Cal, Kilorn, Shade, to saving all the newbloods I can, because I am afraid of waking up to emptiness, to a place where my friends and family are gone and I am nothing but a single bolt of lightning in the blackness of a lonely storm.— Victoria Aveyard
If I am a sword, I am a sword made of glass, and I feel myself begin to shatter.
You'll find I'm remarkably good at giving orders, and particularly awful at following them.— Victoria Aveyard
Each point feels like the blow from a hammer, smashing me down to size.— Victoria Aveyard
She ran and didn't slow until she came to a hallway that terminated in a multipaned window of thick, old-fashioned glass. Her breath rasped in her throat, but the dizziness and nausea eased enough that she stood steadier on her feet. She heard again the gentle ringing of metal sliding against metal. Musty air rose up with the same smell of leather and dust, an acrid undertone beneath. She whipped her head toward the end of the hall. At first she didn't see anything. The light shifted and swirled, and the swordsman materialized from the shadows. Gold and red emblazoned his tunic in a chevron against a cobalt background. The sword was back in its scabbard, strapped across his back. He was tall, with broad shoulders and dark hair, and he looked like Sebastian. Timed to the wind stirring the ivy outside, he vanished through the wall.— Carolyn Jewel
You've been through a lot, I know that. We all know that. What you had to do to stay alive with them, all while helping us, finding out what you are, I don't know how you came out on the other side. But it changed you.— Victoria Aveyard
His brain had been a glass ball. Nothing in it but echoes. His mother's scent. Father's voice. How Anireh's gaze had held him from across the room, and her eyes said, Survive. They said, Love, and I'm sorry. They said, Little brother.— Marie Rutkoski
And then silence. It became silent in Arin's head as he stood on the road. He stopped hearing voices. He thought about how it had seemed strange that Risha would plot the emperor's death, yet refuse to kill him herself. Arin understood now. He knew how it was to have no family: like living in a house with no roof. Even if Kestrel were here, and begged him - Let your sword fall, do it, please, now - Arin wasn't sure that he could make her an orphan.
From the pilot's seat, Cal glowers. "He's done enough." He watches me take the chair next to him, seething all the while. "You really want to storm a secret prison built for people like us?"— Victoria Aveyard
"Would you rather let Julian die?" No answer but for a low hiss. "That's what I thought.
Attend to your own fate.— Victoria Aveyard
An eye sees only what they look for. Their sight is narrower than a blade of grass.— Victoria Aveyard
We can't choose who we love. I wish, more than anything, that we could.— Victoria Aveyard
I-I don't think you're stupid. "That might be the nicest thing you ever said to me.— Victoria Aveyard
If only we had more time. One more week, or even one more day.— Victoria Aveyard
I know life all too well. But I turned from that path. I'm not a rat anymore. I'm the lightning girl, and now I have too many ideas to count. Freedom, revenge, liberty, everything that fuels the sparks within me, and the resolve that keeps me going.— Victoria Aveyard
Don't be unkind." I'm used to ordering him around, but this sounds like a request— Victoria Aveyard
I must freeze my heart to the one person who insists on setting it ablaze.— Victoria Aveyard
The only person Maven has to save me from is himself.— Victoria Aveyard
Maven is very much a haunting presence in 'Glass Sword.' His influence is everywhere, and he dogs Mare and Cal like no other. He's my favorite character to write because he's so complex, but also because he affects everyone else so deeply. He's kind of like the source of gravity. Everyone moves around him and what he's done.— Victoria Aveyard
I can only nod. We've faced worse, I tell myself.— Victoria Aveyard
It's just a stupid sword, she said, aloud this time ...— George R R Martin
... but it wasn't.
Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell's grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan's stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow's smile.
'Glass Sword' has several set piece scenes that I plotted out or visualized before I wrote them, but I always knew they were coming. They anchor bits of the story.— Victoria Aveyard
Yesterday he was a prince; today he is king. I thought he was my friend, my bethrothed, but now I know better.— Victoria Aveyard
An Egyptian Pulled Glass Bottle In The Shape Of A Fish— Marianne Moore
Here we have thirst
and patience, from the first,
and art, as in a wave held up for us to see
in its essential perpendicularity;
Not brittle but
intense
the spectrum, that
spectacular and humble animal the fish,
whose scales turn aside the sun's sword with their polish.
The best thing I can do is tell you the truth, or at least, what I think is the truth.— Victoria Aveyard
Okay is no longer a word in my vocabulary.— Victoria Aveyard
They beg to a Silver king, and spit upon Red queens.— Victoria Aveyard
Don't lie to a liar, and Maven is the grandest liar of all.— Victoria Aveyard
I suppose I shoulde get used to being alone too.— Victoria Aveyard
Not in the world, but in here. In my heart.
Dad chuckles darkly. "She can do as she pleases. There's no let to it.— Victoria Aveyard
My favorite part about Mare Barrow is her almost selfish survival instinct, as well as her increasingly gray morality. Her character arc in 'Glass Sword' is a lot deeper and more emotional than before, so I'm glad I got to write this sequel and that people want to read it.— Victoria Aveyard
Look through people," I tell her, my voice muffled by the helmet. "Smile without kindness. No small talk, no court talk. Act as if you have a million secrets, and you're the only one important enough to know them all."— Victoria Aveyard
She nods, taking this all in stride. After all, Cal and I have both instructed her on how to pass as Maven. This is merely a reminder, a last glance at the book before the test. "I'm not a fool," she replies coldly, and I almost punch her in the jaw. She is not Maven rings in my head, louder than a bell.
"I think you've got it," Kilorn says as he stands. He grabs my arm, pulling me slightly away. "Mare nearly killed you.
The war never leaves— Victoria Aveyard
I thought I knew Cal's heart, but now I realize that is impossible. No heart can ever be truly understood. Not even your own.— Victoria Aveyard
But those people are gone. Those people must be gone. They cannot survive in a world like this.— Victoria Aveyard
-We're criminals, Farley. We believe in money-and survival.— Victoria Aveyard
We seem weak because we want to.— Victoria Aveyard
When his flame falls, my lightning rises, and so on.— Victoria Aveyard
The choke?" I exclaim, perplexed.— Victoria Aveyard
Next to me, Cal tries his best to be civil. His best isn't very good.
"Idiocy," he snaps. "The Choke has more Silvers than you know, each one instructed to arrest or kill you on sight. If you're lucky, they'll take you back to prison.
Soft sun shone down on a misty cathedral at the opposite end of a football-field length courtyard. The cathedral had a long pointed tower with beautiful rose and ivory stained glass windows. Pink-petal flowers and deep green ivy climbed the stones from the ground to it's roof. A large fountain stood in the middle of the courtyard with water falling from several lion's heads. Between the misty air and rolling slope of the earth, the grounds reminded me of a long lost fairy tale.— Priya Ardis
Every single thing I did, you stood behind me," I say. "If I'm turning into a monster, then so are you."— Victoria Aveyard
"Love blinds.
Look at it!" George's voice shuddered with barely contained awe. "Look at it! Don't you want to experience it? Don't you want to be brave? You are not a gentle flower who spends its whole life in a greenhouse. You are a wildfire, Lark. A wildfire."— Ilona Andrews
A sun burst on the images, its violent fury drowning the cosmos.
"Dare to take that step and I will show you wonders beyond your imagination. I will give you a chance to make a difference. Come with me." George offered his hand to her. "Live. Join me or not, but live, gods damn you, because I cannot stand the thought of you slowly aging here like some dusty fossil under glass. Take my hand and bring your sword. The universe is waiting.
Glad? You're jealous, plain and simple. You're not used to sharing. And you don't like being useless.— Victoria Aveyard
A man glided out of the limo. He was tall, pale as a statue. Sable hair fell in tousled curls to his shoulders. He was dressed in a pair of opalescent butterfly wings that rose from his shoulders, fastened to him by some mysterious mechanism. He wore white leather gloves, their gauntlet cuffs decorated in winding silver designs, and similar designs were set around his calves, down to his sandals. At his side hung a sword, delicately made, the handle wrought as though out of glass. The only other thing he had on was a loincloth of some soft, white cloth. He had the body for it. Muscle, but not too much of it, good set of shoulders, and the pale skin wasn't darkened anywhere by hair. Hell's bells, I noticed how good he looked.— Jim Butcher
A Glass Eye leaped out from behind a parcked smail-trasport, blocked thier way. "Did you drop something?" Dodge asked the assassian. "Caus I think I see you ... " he unheathed his sword and swung, decapitating the Glass Eye in one blow, " ... head over there.— Frank Beddor
There are worse things than pain, Miss Barrow,— Victoria Aveyard
World-building is my favorite pastime, so with me, I'm always about reining myself in. I don't want to lose too much of the mystery by hammering every detail to death. I did fiddle with lots of maps for 'Glass Sword,' as the second installment sees Mare, Cal and company traveling throughout their country, and that's always fun for me.— Victoria Aveyard
If you die, I'll kill you." He smiles sadly. "Likewise.— Victoria Aveyard
Even rats want to get out of the gutter, Miss Barrow.— Victoria Aveyard
I do not fear pain.— Victoria Aveyard
If I am a sword, I am a sword made of glass, and I feel myself beginning to shatter.— Victoria Aveyard
I miss him," I whisper, enable to hold Cal's gaze. "I miss who I thought he was.— Victoria Aveyard
I see the crown dripping blood. A storm without thunder. Shadow twisting on a bed of flames.— Victoria Aveyard
