Eon By Alison Goodman Quotes

I found power in accepting the truth of who I am. It may not be a truth that others can accept, but I cannot live any other way. How would it be to live a lie every minute of your life.

There was a saying that a man's true character was revealed in defeat. I thought it was also revealed in victory.

Men were always quick to believe in the madness of women.

History does not care about the suffering of the individual. Only the outcome of their struggles.

It is not often that the real world conjures worse than what we can imagine.

You are wrong when you say there is no power in being a woman. When I think of my mother and the women in my tribe, and the hidden women in the harem, I know there are many types of power in this world...I found power in accepting the truth of who I am. It may not be a truth that others can accept, but I cannot live any other way. How would it be to live a lie every minute of your life? I don't think I could do it.

A man who lifts his chin in pride will fail to see the chasm at his feet.

You have seen me at my worst and at my weakest. Let me show you my best.

He grunted. 'You have the courage of a warrior.' I watched him turn away and gather the clothes from the ground. He thought me courageous? But I was terrified - always terrified. 'No,' I said flatly. 'I don't." He paused from stuffing the invaluable robe between two bales. 'Are you frightened now?' I nodded, shame flushing my skin. 'Is it going to stop you?' 'No.' 'That is the courage of a warrior.

I have never heard a lady say 'arse,'" the emperor said mildly. "I haven't been a lady for long," I reminded him. A little demon–made of exhaustion and the emperors smile– pushed me into adding,"For five years I've been saying 'arse.' It's hard to stop saying 'arse' after that many years. I suppose I should stop saying 'arse,' since ladies don't say-" "'Arse'," he finished for me. I met his grin.

I know that love is about power, too. Who gives, who takes. Who is willing to risk showing their true self.

Even a cornered rabbit will fight with teeth and claws.

Too many doubts grow in the cracks of silence and separation.

There was a saying that the strength of a man’s steel was only known under the hammer of circumstance. If anyone had asked me a few hours ago, I would have said that nearly five years of boyhood had hammered me into constant fear and excessive caution. But now I realised it had done the opposite. It had shaped me into someone who stepped forwards and reached for what she wanted. It was too late for me to tuck my hands behind my back and wait like a good woman.

And you are the girl's bitch, forever.

A cold realisation washed over me. From now on, my master would not always be there to protect and counsel me. 'This is big. Too big,' I said. 'What do I do?' 'You follow your destiny,' Ryoko said. 'As we all do. With honour and courage.

I felt something stir within me. It took a moment to recognise it. Anger.

How brief and hidden were the moments of destiny.

We are all more–and less–than what we seem.

You lie even to yourself. Now that is the mark of a fool.

Even a leaf in the wind settles sometimes.

"The She of the dragon will return and ascend When the cycle of twelve draws to an end..." "The She of the Dragoneye will restore and defend When the Darkforce is mastered with Hua of All Men.

You have forced your way into my Hua, Eona. Change me. First, by your power- then, just by who you are.

Make it right.

I found power in accepting the truth of who I am. It may not be a truth that others can accept, but I cannot live any other way. How would it be to live a lie every minute of your life?

Watching my father plan and strategize for the resistance has taught me about trust.” She leaned forward. “Personal trust is very different from political trust, my lady. The first thrives on faith. The second requires proof, whether it be upfront or covert.” Awkwardly, she patted my hand. “His Majesty has always been a powerful man. Perhaps he has never had to distinguish between the two.

Holy Shola.

A shrieking rise of power rushed into my pathways, rocking me against the wall. Ido's body slammed into mine. He was not going to let go. Not now. The Rat Dragon howled, his heavy blue force driven back by the onslaught of sinuous gold. Raw,rejoicing energy flooded my seven centers of power; opening,pushing, seeking. And behind it all, a presence exulting in the joy of release and reunion. I looked up and finally my mind-sight was clear. I could see the Mirror Dragon. My Dragon.

I have come to understand that I have offended you with my honest about your power,' he said. 'I am not accustomed-' He paused and rubbed his chin. 'I mean apart from my father, there has been no one whose opinion I was required to consider. And I've never had to'-his finger traced the edge of the pearl-'pursue a woman.' Was the emperor apologizing to me? He took a deep breath. 'I cannot take back those words-we both know they were the truth-but I regret that I caused you hurt.' He reached across and took my hand. 'And they did not take into account the importance I place upon your role as Niaso. Eona, you are the moon balance to my sun.

He gave me a message for you.” She tightened her lips as if the words soured her mouth. “What is it?” “That you are in his blood.” I looked down at the deck to hide the answering surge within my own blood. “Those are the words of a lover, Eona.

No one can ever truly know what is in another man’s heart.

How could such heat remain when we were not even touching?

Are you frightened now?" I nodded, shame flushing my skin. "Is it going to stop you?" "No." "That is the courage of a warrior.

Un refrán decía que el verdadero carácter de un hombre se demostraba en la derrota. Pero a mi me parecía que también se demostraba en la victoria." Eon

How could I explain that it was not all playacting? That I felt more of the male spirit within me than the female - a fierceness that whittled me down to a sharpened spear of ambition. And as a boy, I was applauded, not punished, for such raw energy. It was not beaten out of me for my own good, or worn away by women's chores.

A drowning man groping for a twig.

Recuerda, hijo mio, un dragón es como un recaudador de impuestos: aunque sólo le debas un lingote de oro, te perseguirá por toda la eternidad." El Emperador

Descubrí que aceptar la verdad de quién era me otorgaba poder. Tal vez no sea una verdad que otros puedan aceptar, pero no puedo vivir de ningún otro modo. ¿Cómo sería vivir una mentira cada minuto de tu vida?" Dama Dela

It was Dolana, at the salt farm, who first told me about the gaze of men: that look of temporary possession that some men pressed against female flesh. About its dangers and possibilities. It can be used to survive, Dolana had said softly, showing me the power that lay in reflecting a man's desire. And even at twelve years old, the knowledge of it was already in the way I moved my head, my hands, my shoulders. But Dolana had whispered her secrets to a girl. And I had to become a boy. I had to stop being alert to the turn of a man's head towards me. Stop glancing up to meet his gaze in fleeting connection. Stop falsely veiling my eyes from his momentary interest. It was hard to train out of my body, but I practised and learned to cloak myself in the skin and gaze of a boy.

-Vos tenéis el valor de un guerrero -masculló. Vi que se volvía y recogía ropas del suelo. ¿Él creía que yo era valiente? Pero estaba aterrado -siempre aterrado. -No -objeté-. No lo tengo. Él dejó de meter aquella túnica de valor incalculable entre dos fardos y me miró. -¿Tenéis miedo ahora? Asentí, y me ruboricé de verguenza. -¿Y el miedo va a impediros actuar? -No. -Ese es el valor del guerrero." Ryko y Eon

Know your enemy,” I murmured.

There was a saying that the strength of a man’s steel was only known under the hammer of circumstance.

As you say, my duty is to serve you. But it is also to protect you. I will not lead you into certain death.” I met his stubborn glare. “You will not be leading me into death. You will be following.

You are wrong when you say there is no power in being a woman. When I think of my mother and the women in my tribe, and even the hidden women in the harem, I know there are many types of power in this world.

You would choose to have no power with him when you could have all the power in the world with me?” I lifted my chin. “That is not the choice, Ido. I choose the dragons and the land. Not my own ambition. Or yours.

But most of all I learned how not to be watched. ... that look of temporary possession that some men gave... And even at twelve years old, the knowledge of it was already in the way I moved my head, my hands, my shoulders. ... I had to stop being alert to the turn of a man's head toward me. Stop glancing up to meet his gaze in fleeting connection. Stop falsely veiling my eyes from his momentary interest.

For almost five years I had lived as a boy, and even as a lowly candidate I'd had more freedom than this role as a woman.

Of course, you have already punched me in the throat and tried to stab me with a sword, but I know you would never hurt me.

in the end, power is always used to gain more power. That is the nature of the beast.

There was a saying that a man’s true character was revealed in defeat. I thought it was also revealed in victory.

I had never loved with such devotion. From what I had seen, it brought only suffering.

How did someone get so old in his spirit? The easy answers were brutality and ambition. But perhaps it was impossible to know the truth of another persons spirit.

the appearance of a shovel.

El hombre que cabalga sobre los cuernos de un dilema termina con el culo pinchado.