Court Tracy Wolff Quotes

Because the truth is, no matter how much power you have, sometimes broken things have to stay broken, even though we might wish otherwise.

I’m tired of worrying what other people think of me or letting them tell me what my boundaries should be.

I will love you, Grace, till the sun grows cold and the stars are old,” I murmur against her skin. Grace lets out a startled cry as she stares at me with eyes that are suddenly filled with tears, shock coloring her features. For a second, my stomach starts to sink—I was right. It was too much, too soon. But then she reaches up and cups my face in her trembling hands. And whispers, “I remember. Oh my God, Hudson. I remember everything.” But wait—there’s more!

Let’s play Who Gets to Kill Father Dearest First in the morning,

But I guess that’s the thing about the past. You can’t change it. You can’t fix it. You can only understand it. And if you’re lucky, make sure you don’t make those mistakes again.

I will love you, Grace, till the sun grows cold and the stars are old,

the truth is, no matter how much power you have, sometimes broken things have to stay broken, even though we might wish otherwise.

Ruling has nothing to do with how strong or how fast you are. Ruling is ultimately about loss.

I remember. Oh my God, Hudson. I remember everything.

There is so much to unpack in that statement that I don’t even know where to start.

It’s a god thing,

Grace, te amaré hasta que el sol se apague y las estrellas dejen de brillar

A leader isn’t great because they’re always right. A great leader instead makes room for others to be right.

She gave me you,” he answers simply. “Whatever else happened, whatever else will happen in the future, she gave me the gift of being loved by you. Of loving you. Do you know what that means for someone like me? I didn’t feel anything my whole life, and then you came into it and now I can feel…everything.

Because, even then, my heart seemed to know that no matter what happened, whether you loved me or not—whether you chose me or not…” I pause, take a deep breath, then kiss her promise ring as I repeat what I promised her all those months ago. “I will love you, Grace, till the sun grows cold and the stars are old,

What happens when you fight a dinosaur?” “Seriously?” I ask him even as I can’t stop myself from smiling back. “That’s what you want to say to me right now?” “It is,” he answers. “Then I have no idea.” His grin gets a little wider. “You get jurasskicked.” “Well, I guess it’s a good thing we’re just fighting an old-ass vampire, then.

There’s no way I’m going to let him shatter us to pieces just because he’s too much of a guy to tell me what’s hurting him. Fuck that.

Your Army has arrived, my queen.

You want to help with this?” She raises a brow, even as her eyes lock with her father’s. “Does that mean we get to fuck his shit up?” I laugh. “Baby, it means we get to fuck all the shit up.

But you need to give yourself some grace, Hudson. This is war, and there will always be casualties.” Tears well in my eyes as I hold his turbulent blue gaze. “Don’t let us become one of those casualties.

We stay that way for what feels like an eternity, eyes locked, bodies pressed together, everything we’ve seen and done settling like wet cement between us. I just wish I could be sure it was binding us together and not forming a wall.

I am the demigod of chaos. I am a child of Mother Earth. I am the gargoyle queen. Bearer of the Crown. Mated to a vampire. And through it all—Grace. Always, always Grace. And so I get up, one more time, to face the man who would take everything from me if I let him. I get up for my mother, who never knew her own power and who died so that I could know mine. I get up for my grandmother, who never knew who she was or what she had inside her. I get up for my great-grandmother. For my great-great-grandmother. For ten generations of women before me, who had their power silenced. Who hid their very existence in order to survive. Who bound their power in order to placate someone else who was afraid of what they had inside them. I am not afraid. And I will not hide anymore.

You are a monster, a king who thinks nothing of his subjects and everything of himself. A man who wants all the power he can get but will never know what it is to be truly powerful. And I am a gargoyle, defender of the innocent, protector of the defenseless. And as long as I live, I will never leave you in peace.

But that’s not all she is. Going away will help her. If you stop and think, you’ll know I’m right.”     My mother sighs, looks defeated. “I know.” She drops her head on his chest. “I just don’t want her to go—” “Go where?” I demand, barging into the kitchen filled with righteous indignation. “It’s my senior year!

I will love you, Grace, till the sun grows cold and the stars are old,” I murmur against her skin. Grace lets out a startled cry as she stares at me with eyes that are suddenly filled with tears, shock coloring her features. For a second, my stomach starts to sink—I was right. It was too much, too soon. But then she reaches up and cups my face in her trembling hands. And whispers, “I remember. Oh my God, Hudson. I remember everything.

Te amaré hasta que el sol se apague y las estrellas dejen de brillar.

knowing Cyrus can’t be trusted, even knowing he has a plethora of tricks up his sleeve, we fell for it. Worse, some

I ate breakfast three hundred yards from four thousand inmates who were trained to kill me, so don’t think for one second that you can come down here, wave a fist, and make me nervous.

Yes, well, maybe if you’d spent less time kissing our father’s ass, you might have actually learned to think for yourself.

Don’t worry about it,” Remy answers after a second. “I can handle her.” “I’d like to see you try,” Izzy snarls. There’s a wicked edge to Remy’s grin as he answers, “Well, why don’t you come on over here then, cher? We’ll see what we can do about that.” Her only answer is a dagger flying by his cheek with only millimeters to spare.

Is that the God Stone?” “It is.” I hold it out for him to see. “I thought it’d be bigger.” “Yeah, that’s what she said,” Eden comments. Remy snickers. “Nice.

What are you looking for?” Flint asks, curious. “I’m not looking for anything,” she replies with a toss of her hair. “I’m memorizing their faces for when we make it out of this. If they want death, I’m more than happy to show it to them.

And I’m good with that decision. I still believe it was the right thing to do. I thought we could leave the past in the past and it would all be okay. But you don’t get to be all sanctimonious with me now, you sorry son of a bitch. Because the only difference I can see between what Hudson did and what you did is he succeeded. And his target had it coming. “So fuck you and your whole Dragon Court. I’m going to find this dungeon or basement or wherever they’re holding him on my own, I’m going to get Hudson, and then we’re going to get the fuck out of here. And if you and I never talk again, well, that’s fine by me. I never could stand hypocrites anyway.

I’ve learned that grief is a strange and awful thing. You never know when it’s going to catch up with you or how hard it will hit. Just that it will.

Because Hudson Vega is mine, and I am not going to lose him to the demons buried inside him. Not now, not ever.

What a shame it’s come to this.” He shakes his head a little sadly, then waves an arm, and the fog clears, letting me finally see what the mist was hiding. “Welcome, my dear Grace, to the Gargoyle Court.

And me, well, I’m…” I don’t know what I am. I can’t fly anymore. I’m not particularly great at hand-to-hand combat. My gargoyle magic is better suited to healing than fighting. I’m not saying I can’t bring something to help us fight; I just don’t know that it’s anything particularly special.  Hudson reaches out and tilts my chin up with his finger, until he’s holding my gaze in his fathomless blue depths. “You’re our heart, Grace,” he says, and tears flood my eyes.

I love you, too,” he whispers to me. “And I will for an eternity. That’s why we’ve got to do this, Grace. We’ve got forty minutes before the eclipse, and I want the chance to love you forever.” “That’s what I want, too,” I whisper, even as I step back. “Now let’s go kick Cyrus’s ass and make that future a reality.

The trick is figuring out how to heal when the broken thing is you

How many times have we almost sacrificed everything because we know that stopping him is the right thing—the only thing—to do? But what if we were on the other side? What if we believed in him as fiercely as we despise him and everything he stands for? What if we really thought that he was doing the right thing, and anyone who opposed him was trying to hurt us, our children, and the world we were working so hard to build?

But I guess that’s the thing about the past. You can’t change it. You can’t fix it. You can only understand it.

If you’re forced to make a deal with the devil, doesn’t it mean you’ve already lost?

Together,” he says when I look at him questioningly. “You may have to do this, but that doesn’t mean you have to do it alone. I’m going to be right here holding on to you the whole time. And if things get bad, you just keep holding on right back. Deal?

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Yako era uoy?” Hudson asks me with worried eyes. “I’m sorry?” I ask. “Ecarg! Yako era uoy?” He reaches behind him and takes a step backward. Which makes both our eyes go wide. “Oh shit!” It comes out half cry, half laugh. “You’re backward?