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Victoria Aveyard

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    A lot of readers ask me, "Do you ever get emotional while writing the book?" or "Did you cry when you killed this character?" And the truth is, no, I didn't. That's not really the way I approach it. I don't get emotional while writing, but then there are plenty of other authors who do.

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    I don't want to lose too much of the mystery by hammering every detail to death.

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    The truth is what I make it. I could set this world on fire and call it rain.

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    World-building is my favorite pastime, so with me, I'm always about reining myself in.

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    And his voice sounds like a good-bye.

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    And then it explodes in bright plumes of orange and red, a sun to split the silver darkness.

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    ...and who looks at a shadow when then have a flame? Who would ever choose a monster over a god?

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    And you're late." "I prefer chronologically challenged.

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    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.

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    Anyone can betray anyone!

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    As you enter, you pray to leave. As you leave, you pray to never return.

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    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.

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    Attend to your own fate.

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    But still, you feel no remorse for the dead. You do whatever you can to forget them. You abandoned your family without a word. You can't control yourself. Hald the time you run away from leadership, and the other half you act like some untouchable martyr, crowned in guilt, the only person who's really giving herself to the cause. Look around you, Mare Barrow. Shade's not the only one who died in Corros. You are not the only one to make sacrifices. Farley betrayed her father. You forced Cameron to join us against her will, you chose to ignore everything but Julian's list, and now you want to abandon the kids back at the Notch. For what? To step on the Colonel's neck? To take a throne? To kill anyone who looks at you the wrong way?

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    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.

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    Cal stares ahead, as if his eyes alone can set the entire world on fire. I think he wants to. That would make this easier.

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    Can I help you with something?" he asks. His lips twitch, fighting a losing battle against a wretched, playful grin. I try to look cross with him, if only to keep up appearances. "You're supposed to be training." "Worried I'm not getting enough exercise? I assure you, Mare," he says, winking, "we are." It makes sense. Farley and Shade have been inseparable for a long while. Still, I gasp aloud, and swat his arm. "Shade Barrow!" "Oh, come on, everyone knows. Not my fault you didn't figure it out.

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    Change can be quick, or it can be slow. But the movement should always be forward

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    ¿Comprendes qué se siente cuando te arrebatan todo lo que amas, cuando te obligan a ser lo que no eres? ¿Cuando tienes que mentir cada minuto de cada día del resto de tu vida? ¿Cuando sabes que hay algo raro en ti?

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    Dimly, I wonder if I'll die without eyebrows.

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    Don’t lie to a liar, and Maven is the grandest liar of all.

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    Don't lie to a liar,

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    El es fuerte, talentoso, capaz,… y yo soy su sombra. La sombra de la llama.

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    En la escuela aprendemos acerca de un mundo anterior a este, el mundo de los ángeles y los dioses que vivían en el cielo y gobernaban la Tierra con amor y bondad. Algunos dicen que son sólo leyendas, pero yo no lo creo. Los dioses aún nos dominan, han descendido de las estrellas y no les queda ni un ápice de bondad.

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    En la escuela aprendemos acerca de un mundo anterior a este, el mundo de los ángeles y los dioses que vivían en el cielo y gobernaban la Tierra con amor y bondad. Algunos dicen que son sólo leyendas, pero yo no lo creo.

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

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    Everything is wrong. I am alive.

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    Fear can be a good thing. Fear doesn't let you forget.

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    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.

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    For their lives, for their children's lives, they will give up what little freedom they had left.

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    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.

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    He loved the crown before he loved me, whether he knows it or not

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    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,

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    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.

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    histories of the world before our own. That was a world of empires, of corruption, of war-and more freedom than I've ever known. But the people of that time are gone, their dreams in ruin, existing only in smoke and ash.

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

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    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 beginning to shatter.

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    I am married to a prince who will one day be a king. Usually this is where the fairy tale ends. Stories don't go much further than this moment, and I fear there's a good reason for it. A sense of dread hung over today, a black cloud I still can't get rid of. It is an unease deep in the heart of me, feeding off my strength.

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    I am sorry, you mistook my disinterest for attention. I don´t care.

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    I am the shadow of the flame.

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

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    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.

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    I don't know which side I might choose, if I ever have to. Which side I might betray. The knife of that knowledge cuts deep, and I bleed where no one else can see

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    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.

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    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.

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    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

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    I expect him to take my arm, to envelop me in his warmth, but there’s nothing but cold dripping off him. He’s afraid, I realize.

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    I fear being alone more than anything else. So why do I do this? Why do I push away the people I love? What is so very wrong with me? I don’t know. And I don’t know how to make it stop.

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    I feel as if I could touch the sky. Run my jeweled claws across the clouds and make the sky bleed red starlight.

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    If it isn't too late for me, it isn't too late for yourself.