Apprentice To The Villain Quotes

Sometimes family isn’t a thing we are born into but a choice we make. Sometimes”—Evie smiled—“the people who love you most in your life are the ones who choose you.

She was afraid, but she knew now: fear usually meant you were standing on the edge of something new, something self-altering, something potentially good. Fear was not something she would shy away from ever again.

It had occurred to her many times over that "impossible" was merely a word people used to describe limitations they wished for you to adhere to, so you wouldn't upset the balance.

There was no emotion in his voice when he said, “Does your mind live in the gutter?” She shook her head, tapping a finger against her lips. “No, but it rents there on occasion.

She breathed, “It’s so beautiful.” Her boss had been silent beside her, but now he replied hoarsely, still gripping her hand, “Yes, it is.” And when she turned, he was looking at her.

The Villain didn’t miss light. He missed color.

He would follow her off a cliff without question. And Evie knew she was in love with him. Right then, right there.

I do not lack equilibrium,” she argued. “The ground merely lacks the courtesy of letting me know when it is coming closer.

You laughed.” “I know,” Trystan said, shaking his head, hoping to knock the building ache out of it. “You’re fucked

She’s in big trouble,” Evie said grumpily. “Go easy on her—she’s young,” The Villain said diplomatically. Evie turned toward him, planting her hands on her hips, a look of mock outrage on her face. “Aren’t you supposed to be evil?” “Encouraging children to neglect their education fits under that bracket, does it not?

Losing someone didn’t mean the end; it merely meant the beginning of the life you’d lead without them, the beginning of letting in the people you’d gain in their stead.

Because we are always expected to plaster a grin on our faces even when we don’t wish to. I used to do it so often, I stopped being able to tell when I was smiling for me or for someone else. So now, I don’t smile unless I’m one hundred percent sure it’s something I want to do, not something someone else wants me to do.

She took each moment of her life with a natural good humor, no matter how painful, no matter how tragic. She trekked on with nothing but her will. No magic to protect her. Just faith and optimism and belief in her survival.

Emotions didn’t always know right or nuance; they just knew to be hurt when someone caused pain.

I can say with the utmost assurance”—his eyes raked over her, and she stopped breathing—“when given the privilege, I have no issue performing.

demonize what they cannot understand. It isn’t our job to educate them, just to live the way we’re meant to with the knowledge that being called a monster does not make you one.

This woman was unraveling him like a bloody ball of yarn.

I think I am very sad. But I won’t be forever.

He wished to find Sage. He wished to tell her he was sorry. He wished to be better about revealing how he felt, bit by bit. And perhaps, most importantly—he wished to have a godsforsaken tea party with her little sister, Lyssa.

When one spent their entire life feeling weak, it was quite thrilling to be viewed as a threat

But she had one powerful and far more ridiculous tool in her arsenal. Spite.

Move on, her mind begged her. Nope, her heart said with a wild laugh.

Why do men take pain as well as ice takes heat?

An excellent time to make life-altering decisions about new hires.

impossible” was merely a word people used to describe limitations they wished for you to adhere to, so you wouldn’t upset the balance.

There had to be a rule somewhere that evil overlords needed to be at least fifty, maybe sixty if they were pushing it.

we are always expected to plaster a grin on our faces even when we don’t wish to. I used to do it so often, I stopped being able to tell when I was smiling for me or for someone else. So now, I don’t smile unless I’m one hundred percent sure it’s something I want to do, not something someone else wants me to do.

She’d agreed to work for The Villain to escape her chaotic life, to have order. Instead, she had been handed a healer who dressed in frilly pinks, a boss’s assistant who was the human version of a cannonball, and a filthy dragon trainer who smiled so brightly at her it burned her corneas.

Of all the foolish, horrific things he'd ever accomplished, falling in love with a woman he so completely didn't deserve made the top of his list. But he did love her. It wasn't a question or eve a sudden realization. He'd known, hadn't he? It was like a tether was between them, wrapped directly around his heart, that she had the power to push and pull at her leisure. She was woven into his being; in the blink of his eyes, in the crinkle of his smile, in his rusty unused laughter, she was there. From the moment he'd met her, he thought of her like the sun. Bright and vibrant, untouchable. But he was wrong. She wasn't light; she was color. Every single one, dancing otherworldly and bright over his unworthy eyes. She was the explosion of the vivid gleams and glows of the world around him, like a constant rainbow, shining not after the rain but during. She was everything he never deserved but longed for anyways.

It is fiction for a reason, you menace. By the gods, what if you carried out every impossible act you read about?” It was a rhetorical question, but she couldn’t resist the urge to slip into the normal ease of their cadence, like no time had passed. “Oh, I suppose that I would need to become very, um—flexible.

It had occurred to her many times over that “impossible” was merely a word people used to describe limitations they wished for you to adhere to, so you wouldn’t upset the balance.

My gods, the woman was like the sun. He needed tinted glasses just to look at her.

I suppose you think your crimes are excusable, so long as you commit them in the dark.

Brothers were a curious thing, somehow able to lighten even the heaviest of hearts.

Oh, I’m sorry. I don’t usually talk this much.” Well, that certainly wasn’t true. In the last seven days alone, he’d heard the little liability speak more than any other human being of his acquaintance…

This was one of the most marvelous mysteries about Sage—that she so readily handed out praise but it was always so specific. Like she found her favorite part of every person she came across and then presented it to them.

Thus the Guild of Villainous Reformation has three new apprentices.” Ivan resisted the urge to groan inwardly at the Guild’s full name. He always thought it sounded like cult, more than a gathering of like-minded people.

She was often amused, trying to find delight in life where she could. It was her drive, what kept her up when she felt the urge to remain low. But that delight was frequently found while wearing her mask of humor and lightness.

The destiny creature is searching for any ounce of goodness worth saving," Raphael called down to her. "It will test his resolve, his soul - and judging by his screams, he will not be saved. The creature will consume him and his soul. What can you possibly do?" She shrugged against the panic trying to consume her and reached Trystan in three long strides, hovering her hand over his. She closed her fingers around destiny and its overwhelming light as she said with a sureness that was absolutely faked. "I'll give him mine.

There is nothing written in any text, gods-created or not, that says we cannot be more than one thing. You’ve been told for a very long time that you are made for destruction, but there is nothing that says you cannot be more. You can be capable of bad and do good. You can do good things and still be bad. Nothing is set in stone, and if it helps, I’ll stand by you no matter who you choose to be.

The low timbre of his voice raised the fine hairs on her arms, as did the way he smiled at her. Her stomach flipped at the half curl of his lips, teasing and warm all at once. A rather lethal combination. A rather horrific one, actually. Intra-office relations are highly discouraged, Becky, remember?

It is fruitless to worry for the Maverine name, Arthur. I’ve already quite readily destroyed it.” Arthur sputtered beside him. “Th-That is hardly my concern at present, son! Nor should it be yours.” Trystan lifted a brow beneath his mask and finally looked at his father. “My concern is for the poor cream puffs, actually.

Sometimes family isn't a thing we are born into but a choice we make. Sometimes" -Evie smiled-"the people who love ypu most in your life are the ones who choose you.

he hated him with the fire of a thousand suns, that he thought the knight a reckless ingrate who needed to be put down

Trystan was not a reader of emotions. He could barely interpret his own, with how little he endeavored to use them.

A tragic inheritance- seeing your mother’s flaws pop up in yourself and having the awareness to know it but no idea how to stop it.

So many things should stay in her head. Most things, in fact.

torturing the new workers with something truly cruel—like an icebreaker activity.

Trystan had asked her how to get free, not how to ruin his fucking life

You were always supposed to meet Evie Sage, Trystan Maverine. Just as Evie Sage is meant to be your downfall, and you her undoing.

Her sister smoothed out her skirt, feet kicking again. "I think I am very sad. But I won't be forever." Words to live by.

I do not lack equilibrium. The ground merely lacks the courtesy of letting me know when it's coming closer.

Warning bells rang in Evie’s head. She knew where the story was going, knew it had a tragic end. Because unlike the beauty of fairy tales, real life didn’t end in a neat and tidy bow.

Whether their attraction was mutual or not, the boss was clearly too weighed down by professionalism to act on any lurid thoughts, and she’d just have to live with that. The way one lived with a fork through a lung.

This child in particular must have been malfunctioning. Lyssa Sage had pulled a chair up to her desk, insisting upon helping her organize, and then the little nuisance had learned of her greatest weakness. Alphabetizing.

Ivan, task handled, lowered his hand, pausing only to pop his knuckles. He turned to face his apprentice. He cleared his throat, and took one quick glance over his shoulder where the angry giant robot stormed across the desert, before addressing Tory. “That was satisfactory.

Evie still saw fear as Becky squared her shoulders, angling the key up. She admired the woman for it, because it wasn’t thoughtless bravery that won the fiercest battles—it was welcoming the fear that lived inside your heart, in your mind, and harnessing it to carry your feet forward, knowing it couldn’t control you.

You think I do not care? As if thoughts of you and your well-being don’t plague me daily. Nightly. Every second we are apart! I watched you die! I thought I’d never see you again! I have never known such darkness, and I never wish to again. If you think that makes me overbearing, so be it. But do not ever claim I do not care about you. You are wiser than that, Evie. Do not be a fucking fool.

I’ve been cast as the villain since my first day on television, and I nurtured that persona because it worked for my Hollywood career. That was fine for a reality TV star. But people didn’t want to see a reality star in the White House—I mean, other than Trump himself. It’s time to tell my story. It’s a good one. No doubt, you’ve come here with prejudice about who you think I am. But all I’m asking is that you hear me out. Part One The Apprentice Years

A shark does not ask for permission to rule the waters. A bear does not ask for permission to rule the woods. A wolf does not ask for permission to rule the forest. A camel does not ask for permission to rule the desert. A lion does not ask for permission to rule the jungle. Trees do not ask for permission to rule woodlands. Gravel does not ask for permission to rule mountains. Light does not ask for permission to rule summer. Wind does not ask for permission to rule autumn. Snow does not ask for permission to rule winter. Water does not ask for permission to rule the sea. Plants do not ask for permission to rule rainforests. Animals do not ask for permission to rule wildernesses. Stars do not ask for permission to rule the sky. Nature does not ask for permission to rule the world. An eagle achieves more than a turkey in a lifetime. A leopard achieves more than a hyena in a lifetime. A fox achieves more than a rabbit in a lifetime. A falcon achieves more than a vulture in a lifetime. A lion achieves more than a sheep in a lifetime. A leader achieves more than a student in a lifetime. A saint achieves more than a sinner in a lifetime. A prophet achieves more than a priest in a lifetime. A master achieves more than a disciple in a lifetime. A conqueror achieves more than a warrior in a lifetime. A hero achieves more than a villain in a lifetime. A maestro achieves more than an apprentice in a lifetime. A genius achieves more than a talent in a lifetime. A star achieves more than a critic in a lifetime. A legend achieves more than a champion in a lifetime.

Though Sage was still under the impression the inked gold band around her pinkie finger would kill her if she betrayed him, he quietly vowed to tell her the truth when he saw her again. And he would see her again. It would be a disaster, of course. The way he would take perverse delight in her face flushing with anger and her nose scrunching. How she’d yell at him, and then the flush would go all the way down her chest, dipping below her bodice, at which time, naturally, he’d be distracted by it and stop listening. She’d notice and yell at him some more. He couldn’t wait.

I think I am very sad. But I won't be forever.

Sometimes family isn’t a thing we are born into but a choice we make. Sometimes”—Evie smiled—”the people who love you most in your life are the ones who choose you.

She was afraid, but she knew now: fear usually meant you were standing on the edge of something new, something self-altering, something potentially good. Fear was not something she would shy away from every again.

The ground merely lacks the courtesy of letting me know when it is coming closer.

I stopped being able to tell when I was smiling for me or for someone else. So now, I don’t smile unless I’m one hundred percent sure it’s something I want to do, not something someone else wants me to do.

There is nothing written in any text, gods-created or not, that says we cannot be more than one thing.

First he searched the cooling bodies of Aclines, his apprentice, and the bodyguard. He set a few things aside to look at later, and tossed several potentially dangerous intentioned items over the side. Then he started a search of the rooms off the upper deck cabin while Tenes found the ship’s chart box and took it out to Ziede. Sanja helped him search, and he showed her what to look for and what to be wary of. Only five of the curtained rooms off the cabin had been occupied, so the work went quickly. Aclines had left no convenient diaries explaining his plans, no letters to his masters, no documents naming Ashem and Ramad as coconspirators. But maybe that sort of thing was only done by the villains in romantic Arike novels or Enalin poetic epics. Kai checked the lavish bathing room on the service deck just below. It had basins that could be filled with water pumped up from the ship’s cistern, and Kai took the opportunity to stick his head under a tap and quickly rinse the saltwater out of his hair. The galley was small, meant only to serve the Immortal Blessed occupying the stern cabin, but it was stocked with dry staples like lentils, chickpeas, and millet, with fresh stores of dates and figs. Provisions for Arike and the other south- and eastlanders, not the kind of food the Immortal Blessed preferred.

And Evie knew she was in love with him. Right then, right there.

I—I can’t do that.

Does your mind live in the gutter?” She shook her head, tapping a finger against her lips. “No, but it rents there on occasion.

but didn’t pull away. It gave her the courage to say, “There is nothing written in any text, gods-created or not, that says we cannot be more than one thing.

It curled around her hand in greeting, and she squealed in delight.

You know as well as I, Trystan Maverine, that humans demonize what they cannot understand. It isn’t our job to educate them, just to live the way we’re meant to with the knowledge that being called a monster does not make you one.

She had smiled often…before. But Becky had learned a lesson in the past few years that she would carry with her until the day she laid down for her eternal rest. Bending to meet Lyssa at the little girl’s height, she said, “I do not smile when I don’t feel like it.” Lyssa blinked, surprised. “Why not?” “Because we are always expected to plaster a grin on our faces even when we don’t wish to. I used to do it so often, I stopped being able to tell when I was smiling for me or for someone else. So now, I don’t smile unless I’m one hundred percent sure it’s something I want to do, not something someone else wants me to do.” She smoothed a lock of hair away from Lyssa Sage’s face. “And you shouldn’t, either.

there. She still had so much to protect, so much to care about. Losing someone didn’t mean the end; it merely meant the beginning of the life you’d lead without them, the beginning of letting in the people you’d gain in their stead.

A veces la familia no son las personas que están con nosotros desde que nacemos, sino las que elegimos que lo sean. A veces, las personas que mas te quieren en la vida son aquellas que te eligen a ti.

Unmask me, Evangelina.

3. Avoid thinking about Sage’s thighs.

«A veces la familia no son las personas que están con nosotros desde que nacemos, sino las que elegimos que lo sean».

Evie Sage had been told many times in her life that she was stubborn. And while she was aware of this flaw, she knew it wasn’t her biggest—not by a long shot. No, Evie Sage’s greatest affliction in life was spite. She’d spitefully learned to sew perfectly when her brother had called her patchwork hopeless, she’d jumped headfirst into the deep end of the pond when the boys in her class called her a chicken, and she’d found a job working for a villain when the employment market told her it would be impossible. It had occurred to her many times over that “impossible” was merely a word people used to describe limitations they wished for you to adhere to, so you wouldn’t upset the balance.

I can't spiral through my anxieties without proper nourishment.

wasn’t thoughtless bravery that won the fiercest battles—it was welcoming the fear that lived inside your heart, in your mind, and harnessing it to carry your feet forward, knowing it couldn’t control you.

Because we are always expected to plaster a grin on our faces even when we don't wish to. I used to do it so often, I stopped being able to tell when I was smiling for me or for someone else. So now, I don't smile unless I'm one hundred percent sure it's something I want to do, not something someone else wants me to do.

Sometimes family isn't a thing we are born into but a choice we make. Sometimes"- Evie smiled- "the people who love you most in your life are the ones who choose you.

There was no emotion in his voice when he said, "Does your mind live in the gutter?" She shook her head, tapping a finger against her lips. "No, but it rents there on occasion.

That final thread of control snapped. “Damn it!” he growled. He moved, and before Sage knew what was happening— He kissed her.

Before I continue…” Gideon frowned. “May I ask: Did you murder our father?” “Gideon, that’s a horribly rude question.” “My apologies. Shall we first sit and ring for tea?

I do not lack equilibrium,” she argued. “The ground merely lacks the courtesy of letting me know when it is coming closer.” It was with patent disbelief that he said, “Do you think you could argue your way through anything?

Rats! The first rule of villainy: never leave evidence behind.

Fake Her hissed and ducked backward, snarling in the corner. “Take note,” her boss said, moving swiftly in front of her. “That’s what you look like before you have your cauldron brew in the morning.

One of the Malevolent Guards jumped down from the rampart’s raised edge, sweaty and covered in blood. “Edwin, I don’t think we’re in need of bread just now, but perhaps cake for when we’re all done.

sorry, dear one. She died.

As Trystan Maverine, Evil Overlord, in his large, ridiculously frilly hat, picked up the flowery teapot and poured the tea, saying with a sternness that made her heart twist all over again, “My sincerest apologies, Miss Halliway. I usually have better manners.” By the gods, she loved him.

though, because if there was one good thing that she could wrench from all the pain, it was this. It was them. And she was through not fighting for what she wanted.

they heard one last refrain from the creature, and Evie knew it would haunt her for the rest of her life. “Think of me…when you’re with the trees.

Beware the wrath of a kind heart.

while another guard, Min, had backed two into a corner and was pelting them with…cream puffs? She’s getting a raise.

But what made them both pause was the small green animal Benedict had gripped in his fist. Kingsley.

she had been handed a healer who dressed in frilly pinks, a boss’s assistant who was the human version of a cannonball, and a filthy dragon trainer who smiled so brightly at her it burned her corneas.