Mare Barrow Quotes

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

Even without her lightning, Mare Barrow still manages to strike me through.

I'm a Silver, sir." "No you are not, Mare Barrow, and you must never forget it.

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

You could have been my red queen.

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

Mother had to be careful with him, but in the end, it wasn't she who severed the last thread between us. It was Mare Barrow. My brilliant fool of a brother couldn't keep sight on all that was his, and what little was mine.

Lightning has no mercy.

Maven stares after his fleeing brother. “He does not like to lose. And”—he lowers his voice, now so close to me I can see the tiny flecks of silver in his eyes—“neither do I. I won’t lose you, Mare. I won’t.” "You'll never lose me.

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.

I have lived that life already, in the mud, in the shadows, in a cell, in a silk dress. I will never submit again. I will never stop fighting.

I would prefer death to this cage, to the twisted obsession of a mad boy king.

His expression is unreadable, but his meaning is clear. With one hand, he points at his feet. His fingers are whiter than I remember. I do as he says. I kneel.

Thank you,” I whisper. Words I never thought I would say to her. They unsettle us both.” “You want to thank me, Barrow?” she mutters, kicking away the last of my bindings. “Then keep your word. And let this fucking place burn.” (300)

The hottest fires burn blue, and his eyes are no exception

Another round," she goads, and holds out a hand for the cards. "I bet a week of laundry." Across from us, Cal stops his preparatory stretching to snort. "You think Mare does laundry?" "Do you, Your Highness?" I snap back, grinning. He just pretends not to hear me.

Anyone can betray anyone

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.

For all his clever ideas, Maven has nothing to say to this. He just stares, his breath coming in tiny, scared puffs. I know the look on his face; I wear it every time I’m forced to say good-bye to someone. “It’s too bad we didn’t stay longer,” I murmur, looking out at the river. “I would have liked to die close to home.” Another breeze sends a curtain of my hair across my face but Maven brushes it away and pulls me close with startling ferocity. Oh. His kiss is not at all like his brother’s. Maven is more desperate, surprising himself as much as me. He knows I’m sinking fast, a stone dropping through the river. And he wants to drown with me. “I will fix this,” he murmurs against my lips. I have never seen his eyes so bright and sharp. “I won’t let them hurt you. You have my word.

What I would do, to myself or anyone else, for the chance to go back home? But no one is there. No one I care about. They're gone, protected, far away. Home is no longer the place we're from. Home is safe with them. I hope.

Lightning has no mercy. And neither do I.

You want to thank me, Barrow?" she mutters, kicking away the last of my bindings. "Then keep your word. And let this fucking place burn.

Who can say where the paths lead, or how the scales may balance in another decade? I suppose I can, but that is my curse. To watch, to see, until the ending of all things. We destroy. We rebuild. We destroy again. It is the constant of our kind. We are all a god's chosen, and we are all a god's cursed. -Jon

How many times does one wicked boy have to betray you people before you learn?

I'm a shadow, and no one remembers shadows." ---Mare Barrow

I don't recognize Cal's voice anymore. I've turned him into a monster. I forced his hand. I made him choose. I was eager, I was stupid. I let myself hope. I am a fool. - Mare Barrow

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.

Her grip is strong as she shakes my hand; for once someone isn’t afraid I’ll break like glass. “Every happiness to you, Lady Mareena. I can see this one suits you.” She jerks her head toward Maven. “Not like fancy Samos,” she adds in a playful whisper. “She’ll make a sad queen, and you a happy princess, mark my words.” “Marked,

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.

Don't lie to a liar,

It's to bad we didn't stay longer", I murmur, looking out at the river. "I would have liked to die close to home.

Even one small thing can go right in a world so wrong ~ Mare Barrow

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.

If there was ever a person begging for an elbow to the face, it is Evangeline Samos.

I can feel him slipping down not just the hall but a dark and twisted path. It makes me afraid for the boy who taught me how to dance

Cal is a cliff and i throw myself over the edge - Mare Barrow

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.

My skin burs under Maven's gaze, with the memory of one stolen kiss. It was him who saved me from Evangeline. Cal who saved me from escaping and bringing more pain upon myself. Cal who saved me from conscription. I've been too busy trying to save others to notice how much Cal saves me. How much he loves me.

In the palace, during my imprisonment, I learned that Maven had been made by his mother, formed into the monster he became. There is nothing on earth that can change him or what she did. But Cal was made too. All of us were made by someone else, and all of us have some thread of steel that nothing and no one can cut. I thought Cal was immune to the corruptive temptation of power. How wrong I was. He was born to be a king. It's what he was made for. It's what he was made to want.

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

You aren't alone." The hope in his eyes cuts deeply. "You have your crown.

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.

We’ve taken everything from her, brother,” Maven murmurs, drawing close. “Surely we can give her this?” And then slowly, reluctantly, Cal nods and waves me into his room. Dizzy with excitement, I hurry inside, almost hopping from foot to foot. I’m going home. Maven lingers at the door, his smile fading a little when I leave his side. “You’re not coming.” It isn’t a question. He shakes his head. “You’ll have enough to worry about without me tagging along.” I don’t have to be a genius to see the truth in his words. But just because he isn’t coming doesn’t mean I will forget what he’s done for me already. Without thinking, I throw my arms around Maven. He doesn’t respond for a second, but slowly lets an arm drop around my shoulders. When I pull back, a silver blush paints his cheeks. I can feel my own blood run hot beneath my skin, pounding in my ears.

You lost your brother. Don’t take mine

I don’t like getting involved with other people’s business. I don’t have time for it. And yet here I am, listening to myself say four dooming words. “Leave everything to me.

Monsters are most dangerous when they are afraid.

My ignorance is becoming a theme." --Mare Barrow

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.

Preciso resfriar o coração para a única pessoa capaz de fazê-lo arder.

I've come this come all this way and suddenly I'm back in the arena, watching Silvers display everything we are not.

Didn’t want to overload you

His face turns to stone again, his eyes narrowed and icy, doing all they can to ignore what his heart wants to feel.

His opinion isn’t worth the rust on my fathers wheelchair

Lightning has no mercy

Now the question becomes finding the right Red, saying the right thing, finding the right place, and doing it all without anyone noticing the prince and his future princess communicating with a wanted terrorist.

I will never make the mistake of loving you ever again." "So you choose him?" That's all it ever was. Jealousy. Rivalry. All so shadow could defeat the flame. "Cal betrayed me, and I betrayed him. And you betrayed us both, in a thousand different ways. I choose no one.

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

She was murdered, and I said nothing. I was afraid, and I let her die in shame

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.

For a storm coming, whether by my hand or someone else’s. I have no idea who will survive dawn.

One conflict may end, but another will always begin.

Mare Barrow, you have been summoned to Summerton.” Gisa’s

―¿Cómo se siente? ―gruñe, casi a nariz con nariz conmigo―. ¿Cómo se siente ser utilizada, Mare Barrow?

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?

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.

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.

I don't know why, but I'm reminded of something Julian taught me once, long ago. We destroy. It's the constant of our kind. I've seen that firsthand. In Archeon, in Harbor Bay, on every battlefield. In the way Reds were treated and are still treated across the continent. But that world is changing. We destroy, but we also rebuild.

One day your lies will strangle you, King Maven. My only regret is I won't be alive to see it.

If only I were still a child, and this were all a bad dream.

Mare Molly Barrow, born November seventeenth, 302 of the New Era, to Daniel and Ruth Barrow,” Tiberias recites from memory, laying my life bare.

En una sociedad dividida por el color de la sangre, los Rojos luchan por sobrevivir bajo la sombra de los Plateados, «superhumanos» con poderes terribles que les permiten manejar el mundo a su antojo. Pero cuando se revela que Mare Barrow —una joven ladronzuela Roja— tiene también esas habilidades, es llevada al mundo de los Plateados. Allí descubrirá que el poder es un juego peligroso y que la única certeza es la traición.

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.

The closest thing to Maven we have.

In the fairy tales, the poor girl smiles when she becomes a princess, right nowI don’t know if I’ll ever smile again” - Mare Barrow, Red Queen

Don't lie to a liar. -Mare Barrow

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

A fortune. Our freedom is worth a fortune.

Lighting has no mercy. Mare Barrow, Red queen