Frostblood Quotes

You don’t know the effect your words have on me, Lady Firebrand. It took years to build up this ice. You will melt it and then I will be broken.

Face them all like a warrior, whether you are one or not.

But history could be twisted and warped to suit the person telling it.

Ruthlessness is not power. Tyranny is not strength.

Affairs between fire and frost rarely end well.

I ran to him, torn by conflicting urges. I wanted to hurt him. I wanted to make sure he was unhurt. I wanted to leave him in the dirt and run away. I wanted him to stop me from leaving.

How handsome he must have been before he was burned. Heat flared over my skin. How handsome he was now.

Frostbloods are fully capable of feeling in every way. The danger is that those emotions, while powerful and deep, may be covered with a layer of ice that prevents the natural expression of them.

If we all had names to suit us, you’d be called Thorn in My Backside. Or Plague of the Gods.” I prickled at his scathing tone. “And you’d be Miserable Blockhead.” “Is that the best you can do?” “Give me time. I’m half frozen.

She chose power." "I am power.

Stillness was a kind of violence in the hands of people who played at handing out pain.

Did Brother Thistle train you in the most effective methods of communicating with me?" His head lifted and his lips curved. “He may have given me some advice.” “And you took it?” My brows rose. “I’m experimenting with it. If it doesn’t work, I’ll go back to my tried and true method.” “By which you mean threats and orders.” His smile widened.

Ice no longer scared me. Its facets were beautiful, especially when it caught and held the vibrancy of flame.

He frowned. "You don't win a coronation." "Watch me.

Slowly, he raised himself onto his elbows. “If I could afford to be completely selfish, I wouldn’t let you go after the king. I would take you far away from this land and keep you safe.

While I appreciate your help, you don’t have to drown me.” “Fine,

You are a flame, Ruby, and fire can either be free or it will be smothered. The last thing I want..." His voice broke, and the sound was like a kick in my chest. "The last thing I want is to smother you.

When I’d moved toward the queen with the twisted black crown, the face she’d worn was my own.

His reasoning was sound, but his remark about carrying me all the way to the river still rankled. “You speak as if I’m as heavy as an ox,” I said. “Last week I was a bundle of sticks.” “You’re still too thin.” “Perhaps if I gain some weight, you won’t call me a stick anymore.” “You may hope to one day be a branch.” I glanced at him sharply, unable to repress a little flutter of delight that he was bothering to joke with me. “A log, even,” I suggested. “Doubtful,” he said wryly.

Once again, all doubt, all sense of right and wrong, faded. There was only the target, his darkly beating heart, and my fire. There was no fear, no anger, no shame, no regret. Just power, surging through me, filling me. It felt as if my breath sucked the very air from the heavens, and my rage burned the sun to ash. I was everything and nothing, and no one could stop me. I was darkness wreathed in flesh.

You’re quite amusing when you’re not lashing me with that sharp tongue. Although” -his eyes turned sultry- “I might not mind the violence of your tongue in the right circumstances

I wasn’t being noble. There was nothing noble about a thirst for revenge. It was about getting what I wanted, a chance to kill the king. And no one else would have to suffer because of me.

I said I didn’t believe in the prophecies. I don’t believe they all come true. I believe we always have choices. Even Sage can’t tell us what is going to happen. Only what might happen. And sometimes prophecies are just wrong.

him. It almost sounded like he’d said, I fear you are becoming one of mine.

There is always light in darkness. It may only be a pinpoint, but it is there. Follow it and you will find your way free.

When it comes to you, I like to be burned.

And for the record, I already know how you feel about fire, so you don’t have to be mad that I’ve witnessed one of your weaknesses. We all have them, you know.’ He turned to look at me, his face completely expressionless. I tensed, waiting for a scathing response, but he mumbled something and looked away. I left the smithy and headed toward the kitchen to help Brother Peele with dinner preparations, still puzzling over his parting remark. I must have misheard him. It almost sounded like he’d said, I fear you are becoming one of mine.

Then why are we fighting?” He dropped his hand and it curled into a fist. “Because you putting yourself in danger terrifies me, and yet you do it all the time.” I wished I could reach up and, with a wave of my hand, erase the fear I saw lurking in his eyes. So little scared him. It didn’t seem right that I was the cause of his worst fears. “Not all the time,” I said with a little palm-open gesture. “Sometimes I’m as cautious as a baby rabbit.” “Really.” He raised a brow. “Like when you set someone on fire?” “Only people who choke me. And it was technically her hat. An ugly one. That hat needed burning.” His lips twitched. “It was a particularly grotesque hat, I’ll give you that much.

Are you extremely furious or just angry?” “Both.” Another step closer. “I hope you don’t blame anyone else. Brother Thistle didn’t know about my little game.” “Oh, I know! He would never do anything so idiotic. Pretending to be a monk so you can surprise me with a kiss!” He raised his head and glared. “When I’ve ridden here half-mad with worry, all the while wondering whether I’d make it in time.

Heat flared, instant and sharp, and it was a relief. I preferred anger to that killing uncertainty.

You've melted my icy heart.

Ruby,” Kai said in a strained voice that was a far cry from his usual lackadaisical tones, “I know I am far from worthy of you, but would you do me the great honor of consenting to be my wife?” If the sky had rained fire, I would have been less shocked. I turned to stone. At least, that’s what it felt like. I didn’t move, didn’t breathe, didn’t even blink for what felt like a full minute. Then Kai lifted a brow and the air rushed back into my lungs. “You’re not serious” was all I could manage. He produced a winning, though forced, smile. “I assure you, the queen—that is, I—am quite serious. I’m asking for your hand in marriage.” “To…you,” I said with heavy emphasis. “Yes, that is why I am the one asking.” Despite his blinding display of teeth, he spoke as if his jaw was too rigid to form words properly. “To me.” I said it carefully, as if testing out new words in a foreign language. “Which is why it is your hand I’m asking for.

How did you find me?” He unclenched his jaw to answer. “When Wheatgerm returned to the stables, I followed her tracks until they disappeared. And then I heard someone bellowing nonsense, and I knew it must be you.” “Who the blazes is Wheatgerm?” “The horse you stole from the abbey,” he said as if talking to a simpleton. “You mean Butter. And I didn’t steal her. I borrowed her. I take it she’s safe?” “Cold and tired, but safe in the stables eating like she’s half starved. Which she probably is, thanks to you. And her name isn’t Butter.” “It is now.” “She’s not yours to name.” “She’s mine in spirit now that we’ve had an adventure together. And her name suits her. She’s soft and yellow, like butter.” He made a disgusted sound. “If we all had names to suit us, you’d be called Thorn in My Backside. Or Plague of the Gods.” I prickled at his scathing tone. “And you’d be Miserable Blockhead.” “Is that the best you can do?” “Give me time. I’m half frozen.

So your vow of poverty means nothing to you,” I said, amused at his flaring nostrils. How easy it was to goad him. “A fact made even clearer when you look out your window at the hundred or more starving people freezing to death on those docks. They seemed to view the arrival of our ship as a last hope.” “I can’t control how many people choose to leave our shores, or how few ships are here to transport them. The Winter of Purification is upon us. I do not question the will of the gods; I merely serve.” “I think it’s your own will you follow. You always were obsessed with Frostblood purity.” “Only the strongest will remain.” His eyes shifted to Arcus. “No true Frostblood would object to that.” “Is that what you’re posturing as?” I demanded. “A true Frostblood? Last I checked, you had no gift to speak of.” He drew himself up. “I’ve always thought the mark of a true Frostblood was in his character.” “Excuse me?” I laughed at the idea of him having anything resembling character. “Oh, and I suppose that’s why those people out there are freezing? Because they have no character?” My voice rose. “I think it’s because they don’t have your connections, your wealth, and your guile. You plunder their lands to fill your coffers, spending your coin on food and fine clothing while common folk starve! The proof is in these invoices and ledgers.” I grabbed a wad of scrolls and tossed them at him. They hit his chest and scattered. “Do you deny it?” “I don’t owe them anything, damn you!” Spittle flew, hitting my heated skin with a sizzle. “I certainly owe you no explanations. You are nothing but an upstart rebel who was pretty enough to attract the attentions of a scarred and ugly king!” The words reverberated in my head. It was one thing to insult me, but to say that about Arcus… “I’m so glad you gave me an excuse to do this,” I said hoarsely, raising my fiery palms. “Even your bones will be ashes.

—Como un conejo al horno —contesté.

It took years to build up this ice. You will melt it and then I will be broken.

Those who can't control themselves will find themselves under control of others.

When the sun turned pink with exertion from a long day of warming the earth…

We both know that the future… We might have choices ahead that we can’t predict now. We have to allow each other to make them without blame.