Best 34 of Mare barrow quotes - MyQuotes

By Anonym 20 Sep

Victoria Aveyard

Who can say where the paths lead, or how the scales may balance in another decade? I suppose I can, but that is my curse. To watch, to see, until the ending of all things. We destroy. We rebuild. We destroy again. It is the constant of our kind. We are all a god's chosen, and we are all a god's cursed. -Jon

By Anonym 18 Sep

Victoria Aveyard

Preciso resfriar o coração para a única pessoa capaz de fazê-lo arder.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Victoria Aveyard

I don't recognize Cal's voice anymore. I've turned him into a monster. I forced his hand. I made him choose. I was eager, I was stupid. I let myself hope. I am a fool. - Mare Barrow

By Anonym 16 Sep

Victoria Aveyard

If there was ever a person begging for an elbow to the face, it is Evangeline Samos.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Victoria Aveyard

Her grip is strong as she shakes my hand; for once someone isn’t afraid I’ll break like glass. “Every happiness to you, Lady Mareena. I can see this one suits you.” She jerks her head toward Maven. “Not like fancy Samos,” she adds in a playful whisper. “She’ll make a sad queen, and you a happy princess, mark my words.” “Marked,

By Anonym 20 Sep

Victoria Aveyard

You lost your brother. Don’t take mine

By Anonym 16 Sep

Victoria Aveyard

I can't let the mistakes I've made bury me.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Victoria Aveyard

When his flame falls, my lightning rises, and so on.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Victoria Aveyard

I don’t like getting involved with other people’s business. I don’t have time for it. And yet here I am, listening to myself say four dooming words. “Leave everything to me.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Victoria Aveyard

It's to bad we didn't stay longer", I murmur, looking out at the river. "I would have liked to die close to home.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Victoria Aveyard

What I would do, to myself or anyone else, for the chance to go back home? But no one is there. No one I care about. They're gone, protected, far away. Home is no longer the place we're from. Home is safe with them. I hope.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Victoria Aveyard

We’ve taken everything from her, brother,” Maven murmurs, drawing close. “Surely we can give her this?” And then slowly, reluctantly, Cal nods and waves me into his room. Dizzy with excitement, I hurry inside, almost hopping from foot to foot. I’m going home. Maven lingers at the door, his smile fading a little when I leave his side. “You’re not coming.” It isn’t a question. He shakes his head. “You’ll have enough to worry about without me tagging along.” I don’t have to be a genius to see the truth in his words. But just because he isn’t coming doesn’t mean I will forget what he’s done for me already. Without thinking, I throw my arms around Maven. He doesn’t respond for a second, but slowly lets an arm drop around my shoulders. When I pull back, a silver blush paints his cheeks. I can feel my own blood run hot beneath my skin, pounding in my ears.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Victoria Aveyard

They beg to a Silver king, and spit upon Red queens.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Victoria Aveyard

I've come this come all this way and suddenly I'm back in the arena, watching Silvers display everything we are not.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Victoria Aveyard

I have lived that life already, in the mud, in the shadows, in a cell, in a silk dress. I will never submit again. I will never stop fighting.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Victoria Aveyard

His expression is unreadable, but his meaning is clear. With one hand, he points at his feet. His fingers are whiter than I remember. I do as he says. I kneel.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Victoria Aveyard

I don't know why, but I'm reminded of something Julian taught me once, long ago. We destroy. It's the constant of our kind. I've seen that firsthand. In Archeon, in Harbor Bay, on every battlefield. In the way Reds were treated and are still treated across the continent. But that world is changing. We destroy, but we also rebuild.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Victoria Aveyard

Thank you,” I whisper. Words I never thought I would say to her. They unsettle us both.” “You want to thank me, Barrow?” she mutters, kicking away the last of my bindings. “Then keep your word. And let this fucking place burn.” (300)

By Anonym 16 Sep

Victoria Aveyard

How many times does one wicked boy have to betray you people before you learn?

By Anonym 16 Sep

Victoria Aveyard

Don't lie to a liar,

By Anonym 20 Sep

Victoria Aveyard

You could have been my red queen.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Victoria Aveyard

Another round," she goads, and holds out a hand for the cards. "I bet a week of laundry." Across from us, Cal stops his preparatory stretching to snort. "You think Mare does laundry?" "Do you, Your Highness?" I snap back, grinning. He just pretends not to hear me.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Victoria Aveyard

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. If I am a sword, I am a sword made of glass, and I feel myself begin to shatter.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Victoria Aveyard

Atenha-se ao seu destino, Mare Barrow. — Que é? — Se levantar. E se levantar sozinha. — As palavras ressoam como o uivo de um lobo. — Vejo o que você pode se tornar: não apenas um relâmpago, mas uma tempestade. A tempestade que vai engolir o mundo inteiro.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Victoria Aveyard

Cal's eyes flicker, out to the trees. But he's not looking at the leaves. His gaze is in the past, to something more painful. "She killed my true mother as well. And she'll kill all of us if we let her." The words come out hard and harsh, a rusty blade to saw flesh. They taste wonderful in my mouth. "Not if I kill her first." For all his talents, Cal is not a violent person. He can kill you in a thousand different ways, lead an army, burn down a village, but he will not enjoy it. So his next words take me by surprise. "When the time comes," he says, staring at me, "we'll flip a coin." His bright flame has grown dark indeed.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Victoria Aveyard

In the palace, during my imprisonment, I learned that Maven had been made by his mother, formed into the monster he became. There is nothing on earth that can change him or what she did. But Cal was made too. All of us were made by someone else, and all of us have some thread of steel that nothing and no one can cut. I thought Cal was immune to the corruptive temptation of power. How wrong I was. He was born to be a king. It's what he was made for. It's what he was made to want.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Victoria Aveyard

Why give him a choice at all? You said yourself, we need everyone we can get. If this Nix guy is half of what you are, we can’t afford to let him go.” The answer is so simple, and it cuts me to bone. “Because no one ever gave me a choice.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Victoria Aveyard

Yesterday he was a prince; today he is king. I thought he was my friend, my bethrothed, but now I know better.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Victoria Aveyard

Maven stares after his fleeing brother. “He does not like to lose. And”—he lowers his voice, now so close to me I can see the tiny flecks of silver in his eyes—“neither do I. I won’t lose you, Mare. I won’t.” "You'll never lose me.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Victoria Aveyard

Even without her lightning, Mare Barrow still manages to strike me through.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Victoria Aveyard

I want to look back, but I have to walk away, to do what must be done, and forget what must be forgotten.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Victoria Aveyard

The choke?" I exclaim, perplexed. 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.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Victoria Aveyard

For all his clever ideas, Maven has nothing to say to this. He just stares, his breath coming in tiny, scared puffs. I know the look on his face; I wear it every time I’m forced to say good-bye to someone. “It’s too bad we didn’t stay longer,” I murmur, looking out at the river. “I would have liked to die close to home.” Another breeze sends a curtain of my hair across my face but Maven brushes it away and pulls me close with startling ferocity. Oh. His kiss is not at all like his brother’s. Maven is more desperate, surprising himself as much as me. He knows I’m sinking fast, a stone dropping through the river. And he wants to drown with me. “I will fix this,” he murmurs against my lips. I have never seen his eyes so bright and sharp. “I won’t let them hurt you. You have my word.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Victoria Aveyard

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?" "Would you rather let Julian die?" No answer but for a low hiss. "That's what I thought.