Direbound Quotes

He agreed so quickly to this, I was sure he'd misheard my request and thought we were marching off to a mildly incestuous four-way.

Confidence makes men sloppy. And sloppy men are easy targets.

You finally wish to be here.

you touch her again and I’ll cull you myself.

Then, without warning, he forces my head to the side. He leans down, his breath now hot against my neck.  And his tongue streaks over my skin.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my twenty-three years alive, it’s this: women in pain give men confidence. It stirs up something instinctive, deep inside of them, that makes them believe they have the upper hand, even if every logical piece of evidence screams at them they do not. Confidence makes men sloppy. And sloppy men are easy targets.

It’s right that they—that we—should be marked forever by them. That the inner scars of pain and loss should show outwardly for all to see. For all to remember. 

Who did this to you?

almost forgot how devastating grief is. How it leaves you husked and raw, but never numb. The pain is like a gaping wound—one no dressing can cover, no shield can truly protect. The agony of it might lessen, but it never truly leaves. 

It’s not just one feeling, either. Grief has layers and layers: sadness, bitterness, guilt, regret...

something instinctive, deep inside of them, that makes them believe they have the upper hand, even if every logical piece of evidence screams at them they do not. Confidence makes men sloppy. And sloppy men are easy targets.

I get hurt; he fixes me. I like it more than I’d ever admit, having someone to take care of me. 

went to thank him, and the moment our eyes met, I knew I would be his. It takes a special man to tame a wild thing.

I’m the rightful queen of Nocturna, aren’t I?” I ask. Stark’s eyes spark, he takes a single step back, and he bows down on one knee, hand to his chest. “Welcome home, my queen.

No one wants these tattoos, princess,” he murmurs. “There is no place for pride in war.

We are not planning a mutiny on our day off.

I’ve always used pain to fuel my anger, to keep myself going. It washes over me, burning and biting, and I swallow it down. It ignites something in me. Something merciless. Determined. Unstoppable.

I am Stark Therion, Alpha of the Daemos pack and one of the instructors during this year’s Bonding Trials.

I’d say that I feel bad about it, but I really, really don’t.

and you will die. Good luck.

For everyone who’s turned their pain into power

I had to leave all my things up on top of the mountain, right next to my dignity.  Rest in peace.

Kitten?” Killian says softly,

You can bring this kingdom to its knees with just a word.

It’s like he’s digging his teeth into my fucking throat, and I’m just sitting here baring my neck for him.

You’d do well to remember that if you want to make it through the rest of Proving. And in case my implication is not crystal fucking clear: you touch her again and I’ll cull you myself.

surely at some point you could have said, Hey, by the by, your betrothed is a gaslighting piece of shit?

Crown Prince Killian descends to the balcony while I stand there frozen, my whole world crumbling around me. And then, seated at his father’s side, he lifts his head and looks right at me, dark blue eyes filled with regret.  My heart cracks. Lee.

He’s brought us to an inn,

Don’t you realize how lonely that makes me feel?

Never. You are the danger. Any person who doesn’t see that deserves what’s coming to them.

Privilege begets more privilege, a never-ending cycle.

Don’t you realize?” he says ferociously. “My love for you is as unwavering and steady as the winds from Mount Wolfsbane. I’d give it all up if you told me to. I’d abdicate tomorrow.” 

Give me the word and I’ll tear out his throat. All the lives I’ve ever taken were just training for this moment, my queen. Make me your instrument of vengeance. Let my hands act out your every savage, depraved thought. Use me. I’m yours.