Top 100 Susan Dennard Quotes
#1. It was the circle of perfect motion. Of the light-bringer and dark-giver, the world-starter and shadow-ender. Of initiation and completion. It was the symbol of the Cahr Awen. Cahr Awen.
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#2. The music slowed. She pulled away first, slinking back the required four steps. Merik didn't look away from her face, and he only distantly noticed that, as she pulled away, his Windwitchery seemed to settle. Her skirts stopped swishing, her hair fluttered back to her shoulders.
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#3. So this is how I will die. Aeduan had never thought it would be flames. A beheading, perhaps. Old age, more likely. But not fire - not since he'd escaped that death all those years ago.
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#4. Well, Safi was calling horse shit on that. She didn't lack initiative - she was initiative.
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#5. And do all Hell-Bards waddle like a duck, or is it just you?
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#6. Miss Fitt, you know curiosity gets men killed."
I grinned. "Then I daresay it's good I'm a woman.
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#7. Safi was beyond anger. Beyond temper. This was her life now - forever running, forever changing hands from one enemy to the next until eventually the enemy severed her neck. It had been inevitable, really. Her magic had cursed her from the day she was born.
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#8. And there it was - that was who she was. Split right down the middle, she bore her father's strength, her father's drive. She carried her mother's compassion, her mother's love for Nubrevna.
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#9. There are degrees of freedom. Complete freedom isn't always good, nor is the lack of it always bad.
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#10. To pile on the agony, once we reached Shantytown-a collection of shacks around the Exhibition that fed off the scraps of rich tourists - the ribbon on my bonnet decided today was the day it wanted freedom. It dangled before my face in a taunting display of rebellion.
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#11. 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.
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#12. How could I dream when I knew I could act instead.
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#13. Sorry to make you wait!" Safi roared over the rapid four-beat race. Her legs were bared, her silk gown shredded, and she clutched a pitchfork to her stomach. "And sorry for the trouble on my ass!
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#14. She already fought so hard to separate herself from her emotions - if she got rid of her thoughts too, what would be left?
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#15. And together we wept on. For all we had fought.
For all we had given up.
And for all we were never meant to lose.
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#16. 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.
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#17. Because it is always easier to blame gods or legends than it is to face our own mistakes. This land is no more cursed than any other. It is simply steeped in too much blood.
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#18. I told you, Hell-Bard. Everyone lies. It's in the way we banter with our friends. It's in the mundane greetings we give passersby. It's in the most meaningless things we do every single moment of every single day. Hundreds upon thousands of tiny, inconsequential lies.
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#19. Can't say I'm surprised you were here. You have the curiosity of a cat and the common sense of a goldfish.
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#20. Merik turned away, pretending not to hear. Not to care. But the truth was, he did hear and he did care.
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#21. They each wore ill-fitting black suits and well-fitting black scowls.
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#22. The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose."
"And the foolish can cite Shakespeare.
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#23. Mhe varujta. Trust me as if my soul were yours.
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#24. those who win wars are those who write history.
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#25. It wasn't freedom she wanted. It was belief in something - a prize big enough to run for and to fight for and to keep on reaching toward no matter what.
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#26. Real love isn't about drama or heartbreak. Real love just is.
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#27. You are strong and independent, I told myself as I unlocked the door. Capable and clever. No males needed.
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#28. Though we are safe with our friends near, we are safest with our enemies nearer.
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#29. 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?
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#30. But the cleaving Tidewitch didn't care. His blackened eyes had latched on to Safi now. His bloodstained hands clawed up and he barreled toward her like a squall.
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#31. Oh, the Bloodwitch named Aeduan was no longer bored. No longer bored at all. And now he had work to do.
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#33. It is always easier to blame gods or legends than it is to face our own mistakes.
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#34. I'm a domna. I can smile at even the ugliest toad and flatter him on his perfectly placed warts.
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#35. My feet hurt, Hell-Bard."
"Good for you."
"My wrists hurt too."
"Fascinating."
... "You're a bastard.
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#36. Mountain bats, those massive serpentine creatures of myth. Those ancient scavengers of the battlefield.
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#37. There are degrees of everything, which doesn't fit well into your true-or-false view of the world.
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#38. I brandished my parasol at him like a rapier. You, sir, are an abominable scalawag of a man, and I'll be damned if I let you threaten me.
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#42. Is that what you think I am? All this time, and you still haven't sorted it out? Why am I surprised? You didn't notice me when we were on the Jana. You couldn't even remember my name back then, so why should I expect you to understand - to see me for what I am now!
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#44. I can still make a fist, and breath still burns in my chest. So look at my face. Look at my mortal soul, and remember it. You did not crush me, and you will have the rest of eternity to think on it.
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#45. So Merik embraced the rage. He let it course through each of his breaths. Each of his thoughts. He could use the anger to help his hungry city. To protect his dying people.
For although the holiest might fall - and Merik had fallen far, indeed - they could also claw their way back up again.
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#46. Allow me to serve you, Safiya. We have spent too many years apart." "And I have spent too many hours between meals." A glare. "Give it to me now, Polly, or I shall castrate you with a fork.
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#48. Sitting still is a quick path to madness, she reminded herself - as if this might explain the trembling.
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#49. Why so much fighting? Is the land valuable?"
"There is nothing of value here. Yet men have always believed that they know better than those who came before. That they will be the ones to claim the Contested Lands.
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#50. 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.
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#51. If you wanted to, Safiya, you could bend and shape the world.
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#52. Aeduan didn't contradict her. She was what she was, and fighting one's nature only brought pain. Sometimes death too.
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#54. The fault is not in our stars," I whispered to the ceiling. "But in ourselves. This was my choice.
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#55. He would find a chest full of barbed arrows awaited him.
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#56. We waddled through life blindly, hoping to find something - and someone - worth fighting for.
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#57. How is that for service? Do you know how many men onboard would kill for the use of a spoon?"
"And do you know," she retorted, "how many men I can kill with a spoon?
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#58. Why do you hold a razor in one hand?
So men remember that I am sharp as any edge.
And why do you hold broken glass in the other?
So men remember that I am always watching.
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#60. Where are my blades, Threadwitch?" He stubbornly still spoke in Dalmotti.
So Iseult stubbornly answered in Nomatsi: "Hidden.
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#62. You think you're so selfless, you think you're working to save everyone, but what if you're going about it all wrong? At least when I live as a boy, no one gets hurt. But you pretendin' to be a martyr? Pretending to be the Fury? That hurts everyone.
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#64. As Aeduan walked onward, he was pleased to find he'd left a trail of muddy boot-prints throughout the house.
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#65. Sometimes justice was all about the small victories.
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#66. Eleanor," Daniel said. "Miss Fitt! Wake up!"
I fluttered my eyelids open. "I'm not a misfit anymore," I rasped. "I thought I told you that.
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#67. Take the god's gift. Become the Fury.
It was time to become the monster Merik had been all along. No more numbed distance. No more fighting the Nihar temper. Only vicious, hungry heat.
One for the sake of many; vengeance for those he'd lost.
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#68. 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.
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#69. She did have regrets. Thousands of them, and the weight was too heavy for her to keep moving. She was a ship that could not sail, for its anchor - its thousands of anchors - locked it to the sea floor.
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#70. There was pain too, though Aeduan could ignore that. After all, pain was nothing new.
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#71. 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.
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#72. What did you drop?"
"Nothing. Stand aside, Empress."
"So you were hiding."
He set his jaw, and I noticed his face was freshly shaved. It made his skin look soft.
"I've places to be," he growled. "So if you don't step outta my way, I will move your imperial figure myself.
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#73. Mama forbade me to attend the Exhibition after an over-heating spell, yet she insisted I gallivant in the park in the midafternoon sun. I almost wanted to pass out again just to spite her.
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#74. He was good. The best fighter she'd ever faced. But Safi and Iseult were better.
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#75. Dead grass is awakened by fire,
dead earth is awakened by rain.
One life will give way to another,
the cycle will begin again.
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#76. Even the greatest feats of man lose their luster when one's head is filled with storm clouds.
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#77. And if I don't answer... Then what?... Oh, no. Someone protect me from the bad man with a knife. - Admiral Kahina
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#78. Shut the door, he ordered. Safi did, but tensed her muscles. She might have danced and fought with this man, but that didn't mean she trusted him in a room alone.
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#80. The world shivered and smeared before him. Still, his training took over. With his free hand, he checked that his baldric was still in place. The knives ready for the grabbing.
Then he readied his stance, for though blood might burn, Aeduan's soul would not.
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#81. This girl had fought Aeduan - tricked him and broken his spine. She had battled city guards and faced cleaved Poisonwitches head-on, yet never had Aeduan seen her show fear.
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#82. That's a very comforting response, Oliver. Of course I can trust you implicitly when all you care about is using me for your own designs.
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#84. Aeduan bundled her up and stood. She was so light, so fragile. A bird in his demon arms.
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#85. After tonight, Safiya fon Hasstrel would be free.
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#86. Two girls who'd once shared tea and gossip were now bound together by death.
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#88. Never had Safi seen so many furled sails. Or circling sea gulls.
Cursed birds.
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#90. When Aeduan had said he would kill her in Lejna, she hadn't believed him. When he'd said he would kill her last night, she had.
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#91. Safi was sick of dancing. Literally, she felt ill from all the spinning, and her breath - she'd not had a single moment to catch it since ... Merik. Prince Merik. The man who couldn't dress himself properly had turned out to be royalty.
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#92. You're chained up." A wince pulled at Safi's eyes. "I upset the Admiral." "Of course you did." "It's not funny.
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#93. 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.
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#95. And perhaps they too would one day be lost to history.
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#96. She felt no relief at having survived this attack. No heady satisfaction surged through her because she'd made it to shore. She felt only a growing emptiness. A gathering dark. For this was her life now. Not boredom and lectures, but hell-flames and assassins. Massacres and endless flight.
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#97. There was nothing to deflate a man's ego like a bit of frill around the collar.
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#98. He feeds off their fear and fans it to flames.
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#99. The Airwitch had gone from reading nothing in his life to never stopping, buying every novel or history book he could get his hands on.
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#100. Each Well was linked to one of the five elements: Aether, Earth, Water, Wind, or Fire.
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