Councillor Bronte Quotes

Sophie’s inflicting session with Councillor Bronte didn’t go as planned (or that’s what Bronte told me to write—I get the feeling this was exactly what he wanted to happen. And he’s lucky I didn’t punch him in the mouth!).

I assure you, I have no ulterior motive,” Bronte promised, turning back to the wall of windows. “I’m just an old fool longing for the past.” Sophie glanced at her friends, glad to see shock in their expressions, as if they were all thinking, Who is this stranger and what has he done with Councillor Bronte?

protrusions. “I assure you, I have no ulterior motive,” Bronte promised, turning back to the wall of windows. “I’m just an old fool longing for the past.” Sophie glanced at her friends, glad to see shock in their expressions, as if they were all thinking, Who is this stranger and what has he done with Councillor Bronte?

And for the record, I will be there when you confront Councillor Bronte—and I don’t recommend resorting to dramatics.” “Aw, come on, Gigantor!” Ro whined. “How many times does a girl get a chance to stomp into a room and demand to know if someone’s her daddy? Bonus points if she can squeak out a few tears—and then follow it up with a face slap!” She let out a wistful sigh. “Should we also take bets on what the verdict’s going to be?

Before anyone could respond, a light flashed next to Bronte, and Councillor Alina appeared in all her jeweled finery. “Where’s Terik?” Bronte asked her. “He should be here right . . . now.” Alina waved her arms like a spokesmodel and Councillor Terik appeared beside her. Something dark was slung over his shoulder, and Sophie realized it was Prentice.

We want to make sure you’re okay,” Oralie told her, sounding so genuine that it melted a bit of Sophie’s panic. Or it did until Bronte added, “And let’s be honest, we’re all curious to see how this works—myself in particular, given that the ability being focused on is one that Miss Foster and I share.” “If you’d rather have privacy, Sophie,” Edaline jumped in, sending an angry-mama-bear glare at Bronte, “I’m sure the Councillors will understand.

Who is this stranger and what has he done with Councillor Bronte?

Of Team Prodigious. Her nose crinkled. Dex was right. That name had to go. “It’s not a reference to prodigies,” Councillor Emery tried to explain. “ ‘Prodigious’ means ‘extraordinary.’ ” “It also means ‘abnormal,’ ” Councillor Bronte informed them, with the closest thing to a smile that his sharp-featured face was capable of making. “Yeah, well, whatever your boring reasons are,” Dex said through a feigned yawn, “the name’s still a deal-breaker for me.” “Me too,” Biana agreed. “I think we should be Team Sparkles, because we’ll make everything better!” Dex snort-laughed—then frowned. “Wait, was that a serious suggestion?” Biana’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t hear you coming up with any better ideas.

Nevertheless, Fitz’s youth, and the strength of his telepathy, earned him the title “Alden’s Golden Boy” (which is occasionally used less-than-kindly, particularly by Councillor Bronte).

Councillor whose name was displayed along the top: Clarette, Velia, Alina, Terik, Liora, Emery, Oralie, Ramira, Darek, Noland, Zarina, and Bronte.

even Bronte. In fact, the generally surly Councillor had smiled so much throughout the course of the afternoon that Sophie wondered if his cheek muscles would be sore the next day.

Wow, I will never complain about my boring elvin history sessions again, Fitz thought. Yeah, you haven’t known fun until you’ve spent some time with Councillor Bronte, learning to inflict pain.