Realm Of Wind And Vines Quotes

I’m going to kill Lavendera.” I push off from the table and stalk towards the door. “Either help me. Or stay the fuck out of my way.

Even the really fucked up parts?” “Especially the really fucked up parts.” He gives me a knowing look. “Because I have them too.

You want to destroy the world? I’ll help you burn it down. You want to kill everyone? I’ll help you slit their throats. There is nothing you can do that would make me stop loving you. I love you, little rebel. All of you.

If you ever touch her like that again, I will cut off your fucking hands,” Draven growls in his face.

It’s like watching a shard of ice glinting in a harsh sun on a ruthlessly cold winter day. Lethal. Sharp. Unyielding.” He

If you really wanted me dead, you would’ve killed me already,” I declare. “But you haven’t. Because deep down, you know that you don’t actually hate me.” Anger flits across his face, and he clenches his jaw. “Again with your desperate theories.” “It’s not a theory. It’s the truth. You love me. In order to save your life, I made you hate me by forcing a wildfire of hatred into your chest.

I hate you because I finally realized what you really are.” “And what’s that?” “Someone who ruins everything around you.

back into his thigh holster. Fire flickers through my veins. He is mine. And by all the gods and demons in hell, I will make sure he fucking remembers it.

If you’re done playing indecisive assassins, we’ve got a job to do,” Alistair drawls as Draven and I reach him. Draven cuts him a sidelong glance. “I could always practice my decisiveness on you, if you want.” “Uh-huh. You know, it’s very difficult to stab someone with a blade that has been melted.” “Hard to melt a blade when it’s already lodged in your back.

It’s cute how you think that’s going to hurt me.” I give him a pointed look. “I grew up in a home where my parents told me that exact thing all the time, remember?

There was a tug on our mate bond. As if it tried to reattach itself. As if he tried to pull it back to himself.

Draven has yanked him back up by his collar and locked furious eyes on him. “If you ever touch her like that again, I will cut off your fucking hands,” Draven growls in his face.

Because regret, I’ve come to realize, is the most brutal emotion of them all. Fear fades as soon as you remove the thing you’re afraid of. But regret… Regret is permanent. Either you said or did something that you can’t take back. Or you didn’t say or didn’t do something that you should have. Either way, the result is the same. It’s too late now. Too late to go back and redo it. That irrevocability of it is what makes it so horrible. No matter what you do from now on, it’s too late to change what you should have done before.

You wanna be villains? Let’s go be fucking villains.

Once upon a time, a comment like that would’ve paralyzed me. Knowing that someone disliked me enough to call me something like that would’ve made me fret and worry and feel sick. It would have hurt me beyond belief to be called a monster. Once upon a time.

There is nothing you can do that would make me stop loving you. I love you, little rebel. All of you.” My heart stutters, and I drag in another unsteady breath as I gaze up into his serious eyes. “Even the really fucked up parts?” “Especially the really fucked up parts.” He gives me a knowing look. “Because I have them too.

You want to destroy the world? I’ll help you burn it down. You want to kill everyone? I’ll help you slit their throats. There is nothing you can do that would make me stop loving you. I love you