Kell Famous Quotes & Sayings
100 Kell Famous Sayings, Quotes and Quotation.
Reason why scars form is to show that man can survive his own stupidity" Anastasius Focht talking to Phelan Kell on the Dire Wolf— Michael A. Stackpole
You touch everyone, Emily. You touch a father's heart. A stranger's loyalty, and the soul I never knew I— Lora Leigh
had. You touch it, and you remind us of all the innocence we've lost in the world.
- Kell Krieger
Kell would say it was impossible. What a useless word, in a world with magic.— V.E Schwab
My life is mine to spend," she said. "And I will not spend it here, no matter how nice your city is, or how much safer it might be. We had a deal, Kell. And now you have Tieren to guard your story and heal your brother. I'm of no use to him. Let me be of use to you.— V.E Schwab
They crashed into each other as if propelled by gravity, and he didn't know which one of them was the object and which the earth, only that they were colliding. The kiss was Lila pressed into a single gesture. Her brazen pride and her stubborn resolve, her recklessness and her daring and her hunger for freedom. It was all those things, and it took Kell's breath away.— V.E Schwab
Kell frowned deeply. It is amazing, thought Lila, that he doesn't have more wrinkles.— V.E Schwab
I love you, Kell, but I had no interest in matching tattoos.— V.E Schwab
Only two percent of the world's population have green eyes."— Barbara Elsborg
Kell said it so Gethin would turn and look at him full on. He did. Moss green. Lagoon green. A tiger's eyes. He wished he had the perfect words to describe the colour. Exotic. Exciting. Sexy.
You have a house if not a home," she spat. "You have people who care for you if not about you. You may not have everything you want, but I'd wager you have everything you could ever need, and you have the audacity to claim it all forfeit because it is not love."— Victoria Schwab
"I--"
"Love doesn't keep us from freezing to death, Kell," she continued, "or starving, or being knifed for the coins in our pocket. Love doesn't buy us anything, so be glad for what you have and who you have because you may want for things but you need nothing.
Anyone know where Kell is?" "Sleeping," Vin said. "He came in late last night, and hasn't gotten up yet." Ham grunted, taking a bite of baywrap. "Dox?" "In his room on the third floor," Vin said. "He got up early, came down to get something to eat, and went back upstairs." ... Ham raised an eyebrow. "You always keep track of where everyone is like that?" "Yes.— Brandon Sanderson
The ability comes naturally," replied Kell. "The proficiency takes work. Just as I explained during every one of your lessons." The— V.E Schwab
There were only two men on the planet better educated in the various martial arts than Butler, and he was related to one of them. The other lived on an island in the South China Sea, and spent his days meditating and beating up palm trees. You had to feel sorry for the B'wa Kell.— Eoin Colfer
Blood was magic made manifest. There it thrived. And there it poisoned. Kell had seen what happened when power warred with the body, watched it darken in the veins of corrupted men, turning their blood from crimson to black. If red was the color of magic in balance---of harmony between power and humanity---then black was the color of magic without balance, without order, without restraint.— V.E Schwab
Kell looked her in the eyes. "You will be trapped there," he said. "When it is over."— V.E Schwab
Lila shivered. "Perhaps," she said, "or perhaps I will go with you to the end of the world. After all, you've made me curious.
You told me once," said Kell, "that you were either magic's master or its slave. So which are you now?"— V.E Schwab
The screaming died in Holland's head, smothered by the hollow quiet he'd trained to take its place.
"That's what you don't understand," said Holland, letting the emptiness fold over him. "I have only ever been its slave.
I don't know anybody else who lives 1,000 miles away from their job and gets to commute back and forth. The owner said, 'You can live in your beloved Swifton, but don't you dare miss a game.' I had a few close calls, but I didn't miss any.— George Kell
Just because your lover died doesn't mean you can't find another. Besides, if— Amber Kell
you don't start dating again your parents will intervene and I've met your parents, they scare the crap out of me."
Anthony shivered at the memory of his parents'
matchmaking skills. "Last time they fixed me up with a fairy."
Steven snorted. "I thought you didn't like labels."
"No. He was an actual fairy, you know, from Faeland."
That got Steven's full attention. "What happened?"
Anthony shrugged. "Let's just say it didn't work out.
We are welcomed to your city, added Princess Cora with a curtsy and a cherubic smile.— Victoria Schwab
Kell shot Rhy a look that said, 'Honestly? This is the girl you're so afraid of?'
Rhy shot him one back that said, 'You should be, too'.
Kell used to feel like a possession. Now he felt like a prisoner.— Victoria Schwab
Maxim kept grudges like scars. They faded by degrees but always left a mark. Kell— V.E Schwab
... I've always been unique."— Victoria Schwab
"Yes, well, it is no wonder you and Kell attract. Both unique. Both ... a bit ... " Suddenly, conveniently, the language seemed to fail her.
"Mean?" offered Lila.
Calla smiled. "No, no, not mean. Guard up. But tonight," she said, fastening a silver brim-veil into Lila's hair, "you bring his guard down."
Lila smiled, despite herself. "That's the idea.
Your true family.— V.E Schwab
But what did that mean? Was family the ones you were born to, or the ones who took you in? Did the first years of his life weigh more than the rest?
Strange thing about forgetting spells.
Rhy was his brother.
They fade on their own.
London was his home.
Unless we don't let go."
I have never known what to make of you. Not since the day we met. And it terrifies me. You terrify me. And the idea of you walking away again, vanishing from my life, that terrifies me most of all.— V.E Schwab
Now, as the party reached the royal hall the brothers shared, Tolners produced a note and held it up for Kell to read. "This isn't funny."— Victoria Schwab
Apparently Rhy had had the grace to pin the note to his door, in case anyone in the palace should worry. "Not kidnapped. Out for a drink with Kell. Sit tight.
Good," she said. "The ones who think they're ready always end up dead." Kell— V.E Schwab
If you don't show, I'm likely to do something foolish, like throw myself at Aluc-— Victoria Schwab
encouragement. Becky Johnson of Hot Tree Editing has been a miracle worker, and this updated version goes to prove how well an author and editor can work together to create a wonderful story. I am blessed— Sheila Kell
I keep wondering, if all of it is my fault. Where does it start, Tieren? With Holland's choice, or with mine?"— V.E Schwab
The priest looked at him, eyes bright within his tired face, and shook his head. For once, the old man didn't seem to have the answer.
Be ready at seven and I'll take you to dinner first."— Amber Kell
"First?" Just because I asked, didn't mean I plannedto go. I was a master at rationalization.
"Before I take you home and fuck you until you forget your mother's name."
"If I have any thought of my mama while you're fucking me, you're definitely doing something wrong.
Magic," he said. Black magic. Strong magic. Dead magic. "Bad magic." Finally, Lila slipped. For the briefest moment, her eyes flicked to a chest along the wall. Kell didn't hesitate. He lunged for the top drawer, but before his fingers met the wood, a knife found his throat. It had come out of nowhere. A pocket. A sleeve. A thin blade resting just below his chin. Lila's smile was as sharp as its metal edge. "Sit down before you fall down, magic boy." Lila— V.E Schwab
1. Replace upstairs hall bathroom lightbulb.— Sherrilyn Kenyon
2. Get online and research Ferragamo shoes, then email someone named Kell to see if he could convert Ferragamos into weapons.
3. Order a replacement coat for the one that was torn. (see closet for coat) Make sure it matches exactly.
4. Wash Cars.
5. Take out trash for Rosa
6. Most important, don't bitch.
Kell tipped his head so that his copper hair tumbled out of his eyes, revealing not only the crisp blue of the left one but the solid black of the right. A black that ran edge to edge, filling white and iris both. There was nothing human about that eye. It was pure magic. The mark of the blood magician.— V.E Schwab
Sure I do," countered Lila cheerfully. "There's Dull London, Kell London, Creepy London, and Dead London," she recited, ticking them off on her fingers. "See? I'm a fast learner.— V.E Schwab
Magic ran between them like a current, a cord, and he wondered who she would have been if she'd stayed in Grey London. If she'd never picked his pocket, never held the contents ransom for adventure.— V.E Schwab
Maybe she would never have discovered magic.
Or maybe she would have simply changed her world instead of his.
Are you ready ?" she asked, spinning the chamber.— V.E Schwab
Kell gazed through the gate at the waiting castle. "No."
At that, she offered him the sharpest edge of a grin.
"Good," she said. "The ones who think they're ready always end up dead.
Lila smiled at that, one of those smiles that made Kell profoundly nervous. The kind of smile usually followed by a weapon.— V.E Schwab
Please tell me this is easier to take off than it was to put on."— V.E Schwab
Calla raised a brow. "You do not think Master Kell knows how?
Delilah Bard," she said. "We've met before. And you looked worse."— V.E Schwab
Rhy laughed silently. "I apologize for anything I might have done. I was not myself."
"I apologize for shooting you in the leg," said Lila. "I was myself entirely."
Rhy broke into his perfect smile. "I like this one," he said to Kell. "Can I borrow her?"
"You can try," said Lila, raising a brow. "But you'll be a prince without his fingers.
No, I don't think you understand just how stupid goblins are. Let me give you an example. One of the B'wa Kell generals, and this is their top fairy, was caught caught trying to pass off forged credit slips by signing his own name.— Eoin Colfer
What brings you to my room?" he asked, relief bleeding into annoyance.— Victoria Schwab
"Adventure. Intrigue. Brotherly concern. Or," continued the prince lazily, "perhaps I'm just giving your mirror something to look at besides your constant pout."
Kell frowned, and Rhy smiled. "Ah, there it is! That famous scowl.
Are you afraid of dying? Holland had asked him in the alley. And Kell was. Had always been, ever since he could remember. He feared not living, feared ceasing to exist. Lila's world may believe in Heaven and Hell, but his believed in dust. He was taught early that magic reclaiemd magic, and earth reclaimed earth, the two dividing when the body died, the person they had combined to be simply forfeit, lost. Nothing lated. Nothing remained.— V.E Schwab
You can look for a new job as much as you want,my wolf, but I'm planning on keeping you." , "Plan all you want, Alpha, but my will is my own.— Amber Kell
She dragged her head up and saw Kell standing in the road, the strange magical boy in his black coat, looking breathless and angry. Lila couldn't believe it.— V.E Schwab
But Kell knew he couldn't break Holland.— V.E Schwab
Holland was already broken. It showed, not in the scars, but in the way he spoke, the way he held himself in the face of pain, too well acquainted with its shape and scale. He was a man hollowed out long before Osaron, a man with no fear and no hope and nothing to lose.
He would see her again. He knew he would. Magic bent the world. Pulled it into shape. There were fixed points. Most of the time they were places. But sometimes, rarely, they were people. For someone who never stood still, Lila felt like a pin in Kell's world. One he was sure to snag on.— Victoria Schwab
I know it's mad, but for a second I thought it was ... " "Saints, you're seeing her in everyone and everything now, Kell? There's a word for that." "Hallucination?" "Infatuation.— Victoria Schwab
I was told there would be no math— Chip Kell
Don't kill the messenger," said Lila when the two were gone, "but I think the princess is trying to get into your"-- her gaze trailed Kell up and down-- "good graces.— V.E Schwab
We still have time," Kell assured him, getting to his feet.— V.E Schwab
"How do you know?" asked Hastra. "We can't hear the bells down here, and there are no windows to gauge the light." "Magic," Kell said, and then, when Hastra's eyes widened, he gestured to the hourglass sitting on the table with his other tools. "And that.
people (to quote the researchers) had achieved an astonishing amount (Kell et al., 2013). They had become high-ranking politicians, CEOs of companies, high-ups in government agencies, distinguished academics, journalists for well-known newspapers, artists and musical directors. They had been awarded patents, grant money and prizes, and had produced plays, novels, and a huge amount of economic value. They had, in other words, made incalculable contributions to society, for everyone's benefit.— Stuart Ritchie
A low whistle behind him as Alucard appeared at the entrance.— V.E Schwab
'Picking out a gift?' asked the captain.
'No.'
'Good, then take this'. He dropped a ring into Kell's hand.
Kell frowned. 'I'm flattered, but I think you're asking the wrong brother.
Are you as famous in your world as Kell is here?"— V.E Schwab
Lila thought of the wanted posters lining her London. "Not for the same reasons.
I caught the earth with my ass when it came up to meet me.— Amber Kell
Rhy watched his brother move toward her as naturally as if the world had simply tipped. For Kell, apparently, it had— V.E Schwab
Too proud to crawl?" Kelsier said. "Nonsense! Why, I'd say that we Mistborn are too proud not to be humble enough to go crawling about— Brandon Sanderson
in a dignified manner, of course."
Dockson frowned, approaching the desk. "Kell, that didn't make any sense."
"We Mistborn need not make sense," Kelsier said haughtily.
There you go again," murmured Rhy, leaning his head on Kell's shoulder. "You never let me fall.— Victoria Schwab
little do these people know I am just a pawn" spat Kell— V.E Schwab
Ah, there you are, Bard," came a familiar voice, and she turned to see Alucard striding over.— V.E Schwab
"Saints, is that a dress you're in? The crew will never believe it."
"You've got to be kidding me," growled Kell.
Changes your life, getting into the Hall of Fame. For the rest of my life, I'll be known as Hall of Famer George Kell.— George Kell
I brought your son back from the dead!" shouted Kell, lunging to his feet.— V.E Schwab
"I did it knowing it would bind our lives, knowing what it would mean for me, what I would become, knowing that the resurrection of his life would mean the end of mine, and I did it anyway, because he is my brother and your son and the future king of Arnes." Kell gasped for breath, tears streaming down his face "What more could I possibly do?
And bring me back that knife," she added. "It's my favorite one."— V.E Schwab
Kell shook his head, and freed the blade from where it had lodged in the wood. "They're all your favorite.
Kell wore a very peculiar coat.— V.E Schwab
It had neither one side, which would be conventional, nor two, which would be unexpected, but several, which was, of course, impossible.
The first thing he did whenever he stepped out of one London and into another was take off the coat and turn it inside out once or twice (or even three times) until he found the side he needed. Not all of them were fashionable, but they each served a purpose. There were ones that blended in and ones that stood out, and one that served no purpose but of which he was just particularly fond.
And he believed because loving her meant believing. It meant trusting. And it meant life. It meant Kell Kreiger was no longer alone— Lora Leigh
You're late, Kell", Dockson said, still not looking up from his ledgers.— Brandon Sanderson
"I strive for nothing if not consistency" - Kelsier
I love you, Devyn Wade Kell, with everything inside me. But it's okay if you don't feel the same. I know I'm just a piece of trash in your world, and I don't expect you to share my feelings. (Alix)— Sherrilyn Kenyon
Don't you ever say that to me again. Trash is something people throw away, Alix. I intend to keep you for the rest of my life. (Devyn)
Help requires trust," said Kell. "Hardly," countered Holland. "Only mutual interest.— V.E Schwab
Attacking a provincial lord in his manor house, surrounded by guards ... Honestly, Kell, I'd nearly forgotten how foolhardy you can be.— Brandon Sanderson
"Foolhardy?" Kelsier asked with a laugh. "that wasn't foolhardy - that was just a small diversion. You should see some of the things I'm planning to do!
Dockson stood for a moment then he laughed too. "By the Lord Ruler, it's good to have you back, kell! I'm afraid I've grown rather boring during the last few years"
"We'll fix that" Kelsier promised.
Darwin let his nervous face relax into a smile. No, Your Majesty. I have no aspirations to your throne, but I make no promises regarding your library.— Amber Kell
My darling goddaughter, Olivia, was the little girl of my friends, Max and Jeff. She was turning four, and it was time to transition her from her shortened toddler bed to a full-size big girl bed. It would be the bed where she'd have her childhood dreams and her teenage angst. I wanted it strong enough to tolerate her little girl bouncing and her teenage flouncing.— Amber Kell
It had to be perfect.
Don't get yourself killed."— V.E Schwab
"I'll do my best," said Kell, and then he was going.
"And come back," added Rhy.
Kell paused. "Don't worry," he said. "I will. Once I've seen it."
"Seen what?" asked Rhy.
Kell smiled. "Everything.
Kelsier rapped lightly on the door, and Dockson strolled over, pulling it open.— Brandon Sanderson
"And he makes his stunning entry!" Kelsier announced, sweeping into the room, throwing back his mistcloak.
Dockson snorted, shutting the doors. "You're truly a wonder to behold, Kell. Particularly the soot stains on your knees.
I don't think our pro offense would work at the college level.— Chip Kell
I am done making sacrifices. When this is over, and the lords and ladies and royals are all gone, I am leaving"— V.E Schwab
"I cannot let you go"
"You said it yourself, Your Majesty. You do not have the power to stop me" And with that, Kell turned his back on the king, took his coat from the wall, and walked out.
No! Kell shouted, reaching toward his brother, uselessly, desperately, but as his hand brushed the nearest person, the darkness leaped like fire from his fingers to the man's chest. He shuddered, and then collapsed, crumbling to ash as his body struck the street stones. Before he hit the ground, the people on either side of him began to fall as well, death rippling in a wave through the crowd, silently consuming everyone. Beyond them, the buildings began to crumble too, and the bridges, and the palace, until Kell was standing alone in an empty world. And then in the silence, he heard a sound: not a sob, or a scream, but a laugh. And it took him a moment to recognize the voice.— Victoria Schwab
It was his.
But the thing about people, Kell had discovered, is that they didn't really want to know. They thought they did, but knowing only made them miserable.— Victoria Schwab
They danced in silence for several long moments, spinning together and apart, a slower version of their cadence in the ring. And then, out of nowhere, Lila asked, "Why?"— Victoria Schwab
"Why what?"
"Why did you ask me to dance?"
He almost smiled. A ghost. A trick of the light. "So you couldn't run away again before I said hello."
"Hello," said Lila.
"Hello," said Kell. "Where have you been?
I took the liberty of designing your pennant," said Rhy, resting his elbows on the gallery's marble banister. "I hope you don't mind."— Victoria Schwab
Kell cringed. "Do I even want to know what's on it?"
Rhy tugged the folded piece of fabric from his pocket, and handed it over. The cloth was red, and when he unfolded it, he saw the image of a rose in black and white. The rose had been mirrored, folded along the center axis and reflected, so the design was actually two flowers, surrounded by a coil of thorns.
"How subtle," said Kell tonelessly.
"You could at least pretend to be grateful."
"And you couldn't have picked something a little more ... I don't know ... imposing? A serpent? A great beast? A bird of prey?"
"A bloody handprint?" retorted Rhy. "Oh, what about a glowing black eye?"
Kell glowered.
"You're right," continued Rhy, "I should have just drawn a frowning face. But then everyone would know it's you. I thought this was rather fitting.
But what stops one from committing sins, if they have nothing to fear?" Kell shrugged. "I've seen people sin in the name of god, and in the name of magic. People misuse their higher powers, no matter what form they take.— V.E Schwab
I always could hit, but fielding I had to work at. I took as much pride in fielding as hitting. I became a complete ballplayer. I knew when to take the extra base. I knew about the outfielder hitting the cutoff man. I knew when and how to bunt. I knew when to hit-and-run.— George Kell
Kell swept Lila up into his arms, amazed at her lightness. She took up so much space in the world - in his world - it was hard to imagine her being so slight. In his mind, she was made of stone.— V.E Schwab
You wanted strength."— Victoria Schwab
"I still want it," Rhy whispered. "Every day. I wake up wanting to be a stronger person. A better prince. A worthy king. That want, it's like a fire in my chest. And then, there are these moments, these horrible, icy moments when I remember what I did ... " His hand drifted to his heart. "To myself. To you. To my kingdom. And it hurts ... ." His voice trembled. "More than dying ever did. There are days when I don't feel like I deserve this." He tapped the soul seal. "I deserve to be ... " He trailed off, but Kell could feel his brother's pain, as though it were a physical thing.
Kell had told his brother about the deals he struck in Grey London, and in White, and even on occasion in Red, about the various things he'd smuggled, and Rhy had stared at him, and listened, and when he spoke, it wasn't to lecture Kell on all the ways it was wrong, or illegal. It was to ask why.— Victoria Schwab
"I don't know," said Kell, and it had been the truth.
Rhy had sat up, eyes bleary from drink. "Have we not provided?" he'd asked, visibly upset. "Is there anything you want for?"
"No," Kell had answered, and that had been a truth and a lie at the same time.
"Are you not loved?" whispered Rhy. "Are you not welcomed as family?"
"But I'm not family, Rhy," Kell had said. "I'm not truly a Maresh, for all that the king and queen have offered me that name. I feel more like a possession than a prince."
At that, Rhy had punched him in the face.
For a week after, Kell had two black eyes instead of one, and he'd never spoken like that again, but the damage was done.
Kell had a strange feeling about the girl, but he pushed it aside.— V.E Schwab
Breeze chuckled. "He was completely insane, you know. The worse things got, the more he'd joke. I— Brandon Sanderson
remember how chipper he was the very day after one of our worst defeats, when we lost most of our
skaa army to that fool Yeden. Kell walked in, a spring in his step, making one of his inane jokes."
"Sounds insensitive," Allrianne said.
Ham shook his head. "No. He was just determined. He always said that laughter was something the
Lord Ruler couldn't take from him. He planned and executed the overthrow of a thousand-year
empire - and he did it as a kind of ... penance for letting his wife die thinking that he hated her. But, he
did it all with a smirk on his lips. Like every joke was his way of slapping fate in the face."
"We need what he had," Elend said.
Magic is tangled, so you must be smooth.— Victoria Schwab
Magic is wild, so you must be tame.
Magic is chaos, so you must be calm.
Are you calm, Kell?
Don't you see?" said Calla. "He wasn't coming to pay your debt. He was coming to see if you'd returned to pay it yourself." Lila felt her face go hot. "I do not know why you two are circling each other like stars. It is not my cosmic dance. But I do know that you come asking after one another, when only a few strides and a handful of stars divide you.— V.E Schwab
It was much more fun playing with him than against him. If you wanted one pitcher to start the seventh game of the World Series, which he did in 1945, you'd pick Hal Newhouser.— George Kell
Just then, Rhy appeared, looking cheerfully drunk. "There you are!" he called, wrapping his arm around Kell's shoulders and hissing in his ear. "Hide. Princess Cora is hunting princes ... .— Victoria Schwab
I told you to keep him safe, not cuddle."— V.E Schwab
Alucard spread his hands behind him on the sheets. "I'm more than capable of multitasking
Francis, I need to borrow your car. Bring gloves."— Amber Kell
He laughed hysterically over the line. "why? Are you trying to hide evidence?" I didn't bother laughing with him.
"Shit" Francis cursed. "Please don't tell me I need to bring a shovel.
Sometimes he worried that the coat had a mind of its own. The only other person who'd ever managed to find what they wanted in its pockets was Lila. He'd never managed to find out how she'd done that. Traitorous coat.— V.E Schwab
Most of you Mistborn are probably too proud to crawl. I'm surprised you were willing to do so yourself."— Brandon Sanderson
"Too proud to crawl?" Kelsier said. "Nosense! Why, I'd say that we Mistborn are too proud not to be humble enough to go crawling about--in a dignified manner, of course."
Dockson frowned, approaching the desk. "Kell, that didn't make any sense."
"We Mistborn need not make sense.
Bigger people beat up little people.— Chip Kell
The same lustrous blue that took her into a where and when beyond time and space and caring, took her to Safe, where everything was beautiful. Even her harrowing pain and plundered hope were beautiful. But she got pulled back, away from the blue, away from Safe and beautiful, back to the imprisonment of existing.— Sophia Kell Hagin
After Kellan begged me for a final kiss, Griffin murmured, "Your wedding day is Thanksgiving. That's convenient." He pointed at Kellan. "You probably won't forget your anniversary." He looked over at Anna. "We shoulda done that. I already forgot ours."— S.C. Stephens
Anna smirked at Griffin while Kellan's lip twitched. "Uh, it won't always be on Thanksgiving, Griff."
He looked horribly confused. "Huh? Yeah, it will."
"Kellan bit his lip. I could tell he was trying really hard not to laugh, since laughing hurt. "Thanksgiving isn't on the same day every year. It moves around."
Griffin glared at Kellan. "Don't even try fucking with me, Kell." He tapped his finger to his head. "I'm on to you."
I heard Matt and Evan snigger with Justin and Denny. My dad stared at the ceiling as he shook his head. I couldn't contain my giggle; poor Kellan had to take long, slow exhales so he didn't laugh with everyone else. "Griff, I'm not ...
Magic made things simple. Sometimes, thought Kell, it made things too simple.— V.E Schwab
Astrid Dane. . . Her long colorless hair was woven back into a braid, and her porcelain skin bled straight into the edges of her tunic. Her entire outfit was fitted to her like armor; the collar of her shirt was high and rigid, guarding her throat, and the tunic itself ran from chin to wrist to waist, less out of a sense of modesty, Kell was sure, than protection. Below a gleaming silver belt, she wore fitted pants that tapered into tall boots (rumor had it that a man once spat at her for refusing to wear a dress; she'd cut off his lips). The only bits of color were the pale blue of her eyes and the greens and reds of the talismans that hung from her neck and wrists and were threaded through her hair. . .— V.E Schwab
"I smell something sweet," she said. She'd been gazing up at the ceiling. Now her eyes wandered
down and landed on Kell. "Hello, flower boy.
Are you sure about him?" she asked.— V.E Schwab
"I am," he said, his voice so steady she wanted to lean against it.
I wish you wouldn't indulge him," said the Prince Regent, whose name was also George (Kell found the Grey London habit of sons taking father's name both redundant and confusing) with a dismissive wave of his hand. "It gets his spirits up."— Victoria Schwab
"Is that a bad thing?" asked Kell.
"For him, yes. He'll be in a frenzy later. Dancing on the tables talking of magic and other Londons. What trick did you do for him this time? Convince him he could fly?"
Kell had only made that mistake once.
Bad magic, Kell had called it.— Victoria Schwab
No, thought Lila now. Clever magic.
And clever was more dangerous than bad any day of the week.
