Iseult Quotes

#1. No stopping, though. Only running onward through the weak rain. Men charged with blades, but swords were so easy for Iseult to evade with Aeduan at her side. Together, they arced, they lunged, they ducked, they rolled. A fluid combination of steps built on blood and Threads.

Susan Dennard

#2. In that moment, Iseult knew what she had to do. Logic didn't matter, nor Threadwitch practicality, nor even the opposing halves of her heart.
What mattered was doing the right thing.
So Iseult made her choice, and she ran.

Susan Dennard

#3. But it seemed to Tristan as though an ardent briar, sharp-thorned but with flower most sweet smelling drave roots into his blood and laced the lovely body of Iseult all round about it and bound it to his own and to his every though and desire.

Joseph Bedier

#4. Stasis, Iseult det Midenzi told herself for the thousandth time since dawn. Stasis in your fingers and in your toes.

Susan Dennard

#5. Of course, the three men in the tavern who'd decided to attack Iseult had never made it back home at all. At least not with intact femurs.

Susan Dennard

#6. I hate this. Both the storm and the plan. Why does it have to be 'we'? Why not just me?"
"Because 'just me' isn't who we are," Iseult hollered back. "I'll always follow you, Safi, and you'll always follow me. Threadsisters to the end.

Susan Dennard

#7. Iseult's nostrils twitched. Her face hardened. The defiance, the determination - they were back, and against his will, Aeduan's lips twitched upward.

Susan Dennard

#8. Iseult hated herself for that truth, but there it was. She wanted to go after Safi; she wanted Aeduan to lead the way; she wished this child would simply disappear.
Monster, she told herself. You're a monster.

Susan Dennard

#9. Habim had told Iseult once, War is senseless. She'd always thought he'd meant it figuratively. Now she knew he'd meant it exactly as he'd said. War was senseless, overwhelming her sight, her touch, her hearing. Even her witchery. Every piece of Iseult was crushed. Crumbled. Shattered to shreds.

Susan Dennard

#10. It was incredible to watch. Inhuman, really, this gift to heal one's body. The power of the Void. The power of a demon.
Yet when Iseult glanced at the Bloodwitch's sleeping, dirt-streaked face, she didn't see a demon lying limp before her.

Susan Dennard

#11. Where are my blades, Threadwitch?" He stubbornly still spoke in Dalmotti.
So Iseult stubbornly answered in Nomatsi: "Hidden.

Susan Dennard

#12. He was younger than Iseult had imagined. No older than twenty, if she had to guess. Yet he felt old, with his voice so gruff. His language so formal.
It was in the way he carried himself too, as if he'd walked for a thousand years and planned to walk a thousand more.

Susan Dennard

#13. He was good. The best fighter she'd ever faced. But Safi and Iseult were better.

Susan Dennard

#14. Iseult knew what she had to do. She knew what Safi would do in this position. What Habim or Mathew or her mother or anyone with a backbone would do. So why was she finding it so hard to summon any words?

Susan Dennard

#15. The bestseller charts, a sure indicator of public taste, tell us with relentless frequency that Marian Keyes or Jeffrey Archer is a better author, by some dizzying six-figure sum, both in numbers of copies and money, than, say, J. M. Coetzee or Patrick White. Are they right?

Neel Mukherjee

#16. I'm always investing. I'm constantly in talks with someone about some opportunity.

Xavier Niel

#17. If you venture to be a sage
Let your virtues subside your rage
For deep wisdom you'll be venerated
Let cold veins feel blood cells generated

Munia Khan

#18. And they fell. Together.

Susan Dennard

#19. That heart disease, diabetes, and even cancer might be caused by the kinds of carbohydrates consumed in modern diets has also been the conclusion of many doctors and researchers who observed primitive populations as they began to eat these foods.

Nina Teicholz

#20. The very purpose of a knight is to fight on behalf of a lady.

Thomas Malory

#21. She already fought so hard to separate herself from her emotions - if she got rid of her thoughts too, what would be left?

Susan Dennard

#22. Fog and hypocrisy - that is to say, shadow, convention, decency - these were the very things that lent to London its poetry and romance.

Ada Leverson

#23. She was broken. She was useless. She was the pointless half of a friendship. The one who would live forever in shadows, no matter what she did. No matter whom she fought.

Susan Dennard

#24. Mhe varujta. Trust me as if my soul were yours.

Susan Dennard

#25. Time really has gone by fast. I don't know if your path is pre-written or what, but it's crazy how one thing just leads to another.

Torrie Wilson

#26. Dead grass is awakened by fire,
dead earth is awakened by rain.
One life will give way to another,
the cycle will begin again.

Susan Dennard