Mare Barrow Glass Sword Quotes

Attend to your own fate, Mare Barrow.” “And that is?” “To rise. And rise alone.

I can't let the mistakes I've made bury me.

When his flame falls, my lightning rises, and so on.

Lightning has no mercy.

They beg to a Silver king, and spit upon Red queens.

Yesterday he was a prince; today he is king. I thought he was my friend, my bethrothed, but now I know better.

Can I help you with something?" he asks. His lips twitch, fighting a losing battle against a wretched, playful grin. I try to look cross with him, if only to keep up appearances. "You're supposed to be training." "Worried I'm not getting enough exercise? I assure you, Mare," he says, winking, "we are." It makes sense. Farley and Shade have been inseparable for a long while. Still, I gasp aloud, and swat his arm. "Shade Barrow!" "Oh, come on, everyone knows. Not my fault you didn't figure it out.

Lightning has no mercy. And neither do I.

I cling to Cal, Kilorn, Shade, to saving all the newbloods I can, because I am afraid of waking up to emptiness, to a place where my friends and family are gone and I am nothing but a single bolt of lightning in the blackness of a lonely storm. If I am a sword, I am a sword made of glass, and I feel myself begin to shatter.

Why give him a choice at all? You said yourself, we need everyone we can get. If this Nix guy is half of what you are, we can’t afford to let him go.” The answer is so simple, and it cuts me to bone. “Because no one ever gave me a choice.

We can't choose who we love. I wish, more than anything, that we could.

I fear being alone more than anything else. So why do I do this? Why do I push away the people I love? What is so very wrong with me? I don't know. And I don't know how to make it stop.

When I was Mare Barrow of the Stilts, I thought the same way. I wondered what would happen if I survived conscription, and saw what that future held. A friendly marriage to the fish boy with green eyes, children we could love, a poor stilt home. It seemed like a dream back then, an impossibility. And it still is. It always will be. I do not love Kilorn, not the way he wants me to. I never will.

Cal's eyes flicker, out to the trees. But he's not looking at the leaves. His gaze is in the past, to something more painful. "She killed my true mother as well. And she'll kill all of us if we let her." The words come out hard and harsh, a rusty blade to saw flesh. They taste wonderful in my mouth. "Not if I kill her first." For all his talents, Cal is not a violent person. He can kill you in a thousand different ways, lead an army, burn down a village, but he will not enjoy it. So his next words take me by surprise. "When the time comes," he says, staring at me, "we'll flip a coin." His bright flame has grown dark indeed.

Lightning has no mercy

Atenha-se ao seu destino, Mare Barrow. — Que é? — Se levantar. E se levantar sozinha. — As palavras ressoam como o uivo de um lobo. — Vejo o que você pode se tornar: não apenas um relâmpago, mas uma tempestade. A tempestade que vai engolir o mundo inteiro.

I want to look back, but I have to walk away, to do what must be done, and forget what must be forgotten.

Compórtate como si tuvieras un millón de secretos y como si fueras la única persona tan importante como para conocerlos todos.

Trust the vision, not the man. A good lesson to learn.

The choke?" I exclaim, perplexed. Next to me, Cal tries his best to be civil. His best isn't very good. "Idiocy," he snaps. "The Choke has more Silvers than you know, each one instructed to arrest or kill you on sight. If you're lucky, they'll take you back to prison.

From the pilot's seat, Cal glowers. "He's done enough." He watches me take the chair next to him, seething all the while. "You really want to storm a secret prison built for people like us?" "Would you rather let Julian die?" No answer but for a low hiss. "That's what I thought.

But still, you feel no remorse for the dead. You do whatever you can to forget them. You abandoned your family without a word. You can't control yourself. Hald the time you run away from leadership, and the other half you act like some untouchable martyr, crowned in guilt, the only person who's really giving herself to the cause. Look around you, Mare Barrow. Shade's not the only one who died in Corros. You are not the only one to make sacrifices. Farley betrayed her father. You forced Cameron to join us against her will, you chose to ignore everything but Julian's list, and now you want to abandon the kids back at the Notch. For what? To step on the Colonel's neck? To take a throne? To kill anyone who looks at you the wrong way?

I've done things, terrible things, and I don't deserve forgiveness for them. But I see it in Julian's eyes all the same. And it fills me with such hope. I will not become a monster, no matter what I must do in the days ahead. I will not lose who I am, even if it kills me.

O frio nunca me deixa. Ele nunca vai embora, e é pior do que qualquer outro fardo. O frio é vazio e devora as minhas entranhas. Espalha-se como podridão, como doença, e um dia temo que me deixe vazia. Então serei apenas a casca da garota elétrica, o cadáver animado de Mare Barrow.

Don't lie to a liar. -Mare Barrow

There is nothing but his eyes. Even in the darkness, they glow.