Mist Thief Quotes

So I’m your huntress and thief?” His hands slid down to cup the backs of my knees as he said with a roguish grin, “You are my salvation, Feyre.

Yet are you so certain, good mistress, you wish to be free of this mist? Is it not better some things remain hidden from our minds?" "It may be for some, father, but not for us. Axl and I wish to have again the happy moments we shared together. To be robbed of them is as if a thief came in the night and took what's most precious from us." "Yet the mist covers all memories, the bad as well as the good. Isn't that so, mistress?" "We'll have the bad ones come back too, even if they make us weep or shake with anger. For isn't it the life we've shared?

He’d fill every moment with the seasons he’d found in his heart: hopes like birds on a spring branch; happiness like a warm summer sun; magic like the rising mists of autumn. And best of all, love; love enough for a thousand Christmases.

I do not know what kings are like in your land, but in ours, we do not silence our queens.

In that moment, when she is the only one you want standing with you against a foe, that is when you will know you've fallen in love with your wife.

Those flames in her eyes were going to devour me. Part of me hoped they would.

Water rising under rock Breaks earth's lock, Floods thirst roots, Nurtures sap and trunk and shoots, Greens and plumps each greedy leaf Till dappled sunlight like a thief Sucks leaf-water as I breathe, Makes of mist an airy wreath To drift and float and wander high To the sky, And fall again, Sweet, rich rain, Run under rock and Rise again.

The River Styx,’ Annabeth murmured. ‘It’s so…’ ‘Polluted,’ Charon said. ‘For thousands of years, you humans have been throwing in everything as you come across – hopes, dreams, wishes that never came true. Irresponsible waste management, if you ask me.’ Mist

when words and fear are pushed into your mind over and over, it becomes a truth.

Because if I were to be taken from you, after being here even this short while, I would be as monstrous as I ever was until I found you again.

I promise you, if I burn, so will you.” The green of his eyes brightened. “I can hardly stand the wait.

Gods, I hated him. He was one of the most entrancing men I’d ever seen.

Lord Ranmaru, traitor and thief, will you marry a fallen woman with no chance of redemption in the eyes of our court?” Ōkami laughed before he swept Mariko into his arms. “Yes,” he whispered in her ear. The feeling of warmth as his breath passed over her skin sent a thrill up Mariko’s spine. “And will you swear never to interfere when I experiment with strange chemicals at all hours of the night?” “Of course.” Ōkami framed her face between his hands. “Upon who else would I rely for exploding gourds and crystals that burn brighter than flame?

Time would be precious from now on. It would tick by, of course, as it always had, but Harvey was determined he wouldn’t waste it with sighs and complaints. He’d fill every moment with the seasons he’d found in his heart: hopes like birds on a spring branch; happiness like a warm summer sun; magic like the rising mists of autumn. And best of all, love; love enough for a thousand Christmases.

Whenever divine or monstrous elements mix with the mortal world, they generate Mist, which obscures the vision of humans. You will see things just as they are, being a half-blood, but humans will interpret things quite differently. Remarkable, really, the lengths to which humans will go to fit things into their version of reality.

I will remember the perfect oval of your face, the warmth of your throat, the way you hold a pen when you write. Most of all . . .” He cupped my chin, his eyes roving over my upturned face. “I will remember a strange, beautiful girl who liked the feel of old books and drank her coffee sweet. She snuck onto my porch on a gray day and taught me to see in color. She was a thief, my rainbow-haloed girl. When she left, she took my heart. And if I had another, I would give her that too

I’m in love with you.” Jonas pressed his forehead to mine. “I do not hold you on the surface of my heart, you are in the deepest pieces where I keep my worst fears. To lose you would mean facing pain so wretched it would destroy me. I would not survive it. Even if I was still breathing, I would no longer be me, and instead would become a cruel, violent, hopeless shell of the man I was.

How is it even possible to feel so differently after so short a time?” “Because you have found a woman who burned through those shields you like to keep with your companions. She was not even trying. That is how you know—at least I think so—it is a bond worth keeping.

Sunlight was absolute shit.

His voice was a flame, me the moth, and I could not help but be drawn toward it.

I suppose it is a good thing she goes to a realm of nightmares then. She’ll fit right in.

We didn’t feel there was a choice at the beginning, Skadi. But every day since, you’ve become the best choice I will ever make. I will never stop choosing you.

I do not know what kings are like in your land, but in ours, we do not silence our queens

I’m not certain I’ve ever felt this way.” He looked at me, confused. “Meaning?” I hesitated. “Peaceful.

They’re all quite afraid to die.” My father looked at Skadi, a cruel sort of sneer on his face. She did not hesitate. “Such a pity for them, Daj.

I am your husband. It will always be an honor to carry you should you stumble

Gods, I ought to have thought of something more tangible. Bloodsinger gives Liv jewelry. Daj gives Maj notes.” I slumped in a chair, tossing the book back into the pile. “My gift is a mountain of fables.

I like it.” My voice was low, soft, meant for the prince alone. “Like what?” “Your feral kingdom.” The same heat from the coach flashed in his eyes, and instead of fearing it now, I thought I might want it to swallow me whole.

Skadi, I want nothing more than to walk my days with you at my side. I have been caught in the blaze of your fire, and I swear to you, I will never douse it. You are the thief of my heart, and I will give it to you every day so long as we live, and through the eternities of the Otherworld.

roving over my upturned face. “I will remember a strange, beautiful girl who liked the feel of old books and drank her coffee sweet. She snuck onto my porch on a gray day and taught me to see in color. She was a thief, my rainbow-haloed girl. When she left, she took my heart. And if I had another, I would give her that too” It

Is it true that you left Tamlin because he locked you up in his house?' I tried to block out the memory, the terror and agony of my heart breaking apart. But I nodded. 'And is it true that you were saved from confinement by the Night Court?' I nodded again. Tarquin said, 'The Spring Court is my southern neighbour. I have tenuous ties with them. But unless asked, I will not mention that you were here.' Thief, liar, manipulator. I didn't deserve his alliance. But I bowed my head in thanks.

wrapped-in-cloth kind, but a human female body shriveled to a husk. She wore a tie-dyed sundress, lots of beaded necklaces, and a headband over long black hair. The skin of her face was thin and leathery over her skull, and her eyes were glassy white slits, as if the real eyes had been replaced by marbles; she’d been dead a long, long time. Looking at her sent chills up my back. And that was before she sat up on her stool and opened her mouth. A green mist poured from the mummy’s mouth, coiling over the floor in thick tendrils, hissing like twenty thousand snakes. I stumbled over myself trying to get to the trapdoor, but it slammed shut. Inside my head, I heard a voice, slithering into one ear and coiling around my brain: I am the spirit of Delphi, speaker of the prophecies of Phoebus Apollo, slayer of the mighty Python. Approach, seeker, and ask. I wanted to say, No thanks, wrong door, just looking for the bathroom. But I forced myself to take a deep breath. The mummy wasn’t alive. She

Worse than the smugglers of the Falkyn guild were the damn king and queen. The recovered circlet in hand, I made my way toward the great hall only to collide with my disheveled mother and father emerging from one of the chambers. “What the hells are you doing?” Heat boiled in my face when my bleeding father spun around, still adjusting his damn belt. “You couldn’t wait a night, perhaps a day, before defiling the linens?” “Jonas, really. Emotions run high during a fight. It isn’t all that scandalous.” My mother had the decency to flush as she smoothed her hair. Daj patted my cheek. Hard. “I expected a quiet reprieve when you all were going to the South. You think I would let something as trivial as battles stop me from claiming that with my wife?” “I’m never looking at you again. You’re heathens. No regal blood in your veins.” “Thank you,” both said in the same breath. “Hopeless.” I shoved into the great hall. “Bleeding hopeless.

But you … She does not know you. You belong to every court.” “So I’m your huntress and thief?” His hands slid down to cup the backs of my knees as he said with a roguish grin, “You are my salvation, Feyre.

Like calls to like. The King of Hybern does not travel without the Cauldron. So where it is, he and his army shall be. Tell the beautiful thief to find it.

Once wild, you’re always a little wild.

Skadi was my daylight and nightfall. She was every moment in between.

That words and actions of the past do not need to remain in my sights or my life.

All right, you might’ve discovered I am not so lost in the remnants of my affinity, but hear this, Husband […] I promise you, if I burn, so will you.

Frankenswine: Like an old crazy quilt, I'm pieces and parts from nine different bodies and five different hearts. My brain is a poet's, my snout's from a thief, my hooves all belonged to the old fire chief, I'm slogging thru swamps and mist covered bogs, hunted by farmers with torches and dogs. Thru mountains and towns, over oceans and snow, I've landed here on this arctic ice floe. So I sit here alone at the world frozen end, just looking for someone whom I can call friend.

In that moment, when she is the only one you want standing with you against a foe, that is when you will know you’ve fallen in love with your wife.

Why did you never love, Jonas?” My words were breathless, hardly there as I stroked his velvet skin. “Because I was waiting for you, Fire.

Nothing but fire burned in her starlight blue eyes when she realized she’d been found out. Another surprise—I wanted to see that fire again.

I vowed to burn the man, but he was a force, and I was in the path of destruction, unwilling to save myself.

I do not hold you on the surface of my heart, you are in the deepest pieces where I keep my worst fears. To lose you would mean facing pain so wretched it would destroy me. I would not survive it. Even if I was still breathing, I would no longer be me, and instead would become a cruel, violent, hopeless shell of the man I was.

Gods, can you not read about something for one day.” “That would be an awful day.

Erik is just waiting for a reason to lose his damn mind and slaughter Arion. He could piss crooked and the Ever King would use it as a call to war.

So I’m your huntress and thief?” His hands slid down to cup the backs of my knees as he said with a roguish grin, “You are my salvation, Feyre.

So I'm your huntress and thief?' His hands slid down to cup the backs of my knees as he said with a roguish grin. 'You are my salvation, Feyre.

I’m your huntress and thief?” His hands slid down to cup the backs of my knees as he said with a roguish grin, “You are my salvation, Feyre.

O sweet, sweet Joanna How torn my heart! O sweet, sweet Joanna Our kiss shall never part! O sweet, sweet Joanna How thine eyes do mine miss! O sweet, sweet Joanna Lushest green now turned to mist! O sweet, sweet Joanna How wicked the under-lord king! O sweet, sweet Joanna Who stole our cherished ring!

Mira heaved a sigh. "My greatest failure. Where I have befriended the wicked Ever King, alas, his cousin is as hardened as stone. I fear I may be forced to concede.

Gods, I hated him. He was one of the most entrancing men I'd ever seen.

What? If you have something to say, Maj, say it.” “It’s nothing.” My mother strode past me, aiming for the open entrance. “I just never took you for a coward.

So I’m your huntress and thief?” “You are my salvation, Feyre.

You do not offer your heart, so expect the same from me.” “As long as I get your fire. It speaks to me.” The tip of his nose brushed over my cheek. “So, I plan to make it mine.

Be kind, be gentle, and be monstrous. I will want you every way.

Where is my wife!

As long as I get your fire. It speaks to me.” The tip of his nose brushed over my cheek. “So, I plan to make it mine.

So I’m your huntress and thief?” His hands slid down to cup the backs of my knees as he said with a roguish grin, “You are my salvation, Feyre.