Ruhn And Lidia Quotes

Okay, let’s do a head count. If you’re disowned, disgraced, or both, raise your hand.” Tharion, Baxian, Lidia, Hunt, and Ruhn raised their hands.

It couldn't be. It... it couldn't be. Bryce and Hunt were frozen with shock. Ruhn whispered, "Day?" Lidia Cervos looked over a shoulder. And she said with quiet calm in a voice he knew like his own heartbeat, a voice he had never once heard her use as the Hind, "Night.

You remind me of the wind.” He tried to explain. “Powerful and able to cool or freeze with half a thought, shaping the world itself though no one can see you. Only your impact on things.” He added, “It seems lonely, now that I’m saying it.

The world seemed to hold its breath as the elegant doe walked up to Ruhn and gently, lovingly, nuzzled his neck.

You could learn a thing or two from your sister.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” Ruhn demanded. Flynn and Dec pretended to be busy looking into a closed butcher shop as they passed by. “You’re a prince,” Lidia said coolly. “Start acting like one.

Ruhn read the words on each wooden door: Year Three. Year Seven. Year Five. She skidded to a halt, gripping a doorjamb. Ruhn reached her side as she shoved her face up to the glass. Year Nine. A group of teenagers—most of them mer, with striped skin and various coloring—sat in rows of desks in the classroom. Lidia pressed a hand against the door. Tears rolled down her cheeks. And then a boy, golden-haired and blue-eyed, looked away from his teacher and toward the window. The kid wasn’t mer. The ground slid out from under Ruhn. The boy had Lidia’s face. Her coloring. Another boy to his left, also not mer, had dark hair and golden eyes. Lidia’s eyes. Behind them, Flynn grunted with surprise. “You’ve got brothers on this ship?” “They’re not my brothers,” Lidia whispered. Her fingers curled on the glass. “They’re my sons.

I don't know how to wake up. Open your eyes. No shit.

You remind me that I'm alive,' she said, voice thick. 'You remind me that goodness can exist in the world.

I'm going to find you,' he said against her burning hair. 'I'll find you one day, I promise.' She shuddered but melted into him. Like she'd yielded any attempt at restraint. 'You remind me that I'm alive, too,' he whispered.

Director Kagani added gently, “I’ll contact Brann and Actaeon’s adoptive parents to see if they can come in, too.” Lidia nodded silently, and kept walking. Ruhn glanced to Flynn, whose brows were high. Ruhn raised his own brows in silent agreement. A sudden movement snared his attention and Ruhn whirled toward Lidia, blindly reaching for her. But he wasn’t swift enough to catch her as she fainted, crumpling to the floor.

Hunt squinted as he lowered his wing and met the shithead’s eyes. “Fuck you.” Like Hel would these assholes make him beg and grovel—either for his own life or Ruhn’s. Lidia said mildly, “I couldn’t have said it better myself, Athalar.” Hunt looked, but not fast enough. The Hawk certainly didn’t look fast enough. And Hunt knew he’d treasure this moment forever: the moment when Lidia Cervos pulled out her gun and fired it right between the Hawk’s eyes.

We’re not going to make it,” Baxian called as Lidia zoomed toward the guard station. “Lidia,” Athalar warned. “Get down!” Lidia barked, and Ruhn shut his eyes, sinking low as the grate lowered at an alarming rate. Metal screamed and exploded right above them, the car rocking, shuddering— Yet Lidia kept driving. She raced onto the open road beyond the city as the grate slammed shut behind them. “Cutting it a little close, don’t you think?” Hunt shouted to Lidia, and Ruhn opened his eyes to find that the gunner had been ripped clean off. Baxian was clinging for dear life to the back of the jeep, a manic grin on his face.

Lidia finally turned at that, teeth flashing. “I want to meet my children.” Ruhn’s mind spun at her expression. Rage and pain and a mother’s unbreaking ferocity. “I know you do,” Kagani said with unflappable calm. “But it would be best if we talk in my office after school. It’s right down the hall.” The Hind didn’t so much as move. “Consider what is best for them, Lidia,” Kagani encouraged. “I understand, I truly do—I’m a mother, myself. If I had …” Her throat worked. “I would want the same if I had made your choices. But I’m also an educator, and an advocate for these children. Please put the twins first today. Just as you have every day for the past fifteen years.

But the portal was closing, getting smaller and smaller, and— A glowing, black figure filled it. Then another. Aidas and Apollion. Their power grabbed the edges of the portal and held it a little wider. Held it open a moment longer. And with what little strength he had left, Hunt threw a desperate, raging, blazing-hot rope of lightning toward Apollion. The only being on Midgard who could handle his power. Apollion caught it, in that humanoid form once more, and pulled. Aidas flared with black light, pushing back against the sealing portal, against Urd’s wishes. Hunt was close enough to see the princes’ strained faces, Apollion’s teeth flashing as he dragged Hunt by his lightning, inch by inch, closer and closer. Aidas was sweating, panting as he fought to keep the portal open— And then Ruhn was there. Starlight flaring. Pushing back against the impossible. Lidia was beside him, crackling with fire. Tharion. Holstrom. Flynn and Dec. A fire sprite, her small body bright with flame. Isaiah and Naomi. So many hands, so many powers, from almost every House. The friends they’d made were what mattered in the end. Not the enemies. Through love, all is possible. It was love that was holding the portal open.

Irithys will do what she’s told,” Lidia said as they descended into the gloom. Rigelus said nothing more as they wound around and around, into the earth beneath the Eternal Palace. Even deeper than the dungeons where Ruhn and the others were kept. Most believed this place little more than myth. Rigelus at last halted before a metal door. Lead—six inches thick.

Mercy. Lidia had held none in her heart two days ago, when she’d walked past Hilde in the upper corridors and slipped her own comm-crystal into the hag’s pocket. With Ruhn in the dungeons, no one was accessing the other end of the line, anyway. The crystal was, for all intents and purposes, dead. But in Hilde’s possession, when Mordoc had sniffed it out on Lidia’s suspicion … the crystal once again became invaluable. She could think of no one, other than the Asteri themselves, that Irithys might hate more than the hag who had inked the tattoo on her burning throat. No one that Irithys might enjoy hurting more than Hilde. And yet the Sprite Queen had refused.

Ruhn whispered, “Day?” Lidia Cervos looked over a shoulder. And she said with quiet calm in a voice he knew like his own heartbeat, a voice he had never once heard her use as the Hind, “Night.

Ruhn looked back to Lidia and saw her smiling, delight and mischief brightening her face. And damn if it wasn’t the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

Flynn and Dec, the bastards, didn’t show up to breakfast. Leaving Ruhn and Lidia to dine alone again.

And Ophion needed a shot at survival,” Lidia added. “So long as the Spine remained intact, they couldn’t gain any ground.” She’d once told Ruhn that Ophion had been trying and failing to blow up the Spine for years now. Yet she’d done it. Somehow, she’d done it … for all of them.

This is Daybright,” Lidia said, and Ruhn glanced behind them. A pillar of smoke rose from the part of the city where the glass domes of the train depot used to gleam. “You want good news or bad news first?” Dec asked over the radio. “Good.” “Most of the imperial security forces are at the train station, and the city is under lockdown. Irithys made it out—she vanished into the countryside. Off to wherever.” “I gave her instructions on where to go—what to do,” Lidia said quietly. But then asked, “What’s the bad news?” “Mordoc and two dozen dreadwolves also made it out of the southwestern gate before it shut. I think they’ve figured out you’re headed for the coast.” “Fuck,” Athalar spat from the back seat. “Flynn?” Lidia asked. “Flynn’s behind them. Mordoc and company are crossing onto your road. They’ll be on your tail within ten minutes at your current speed. So go faster.” “I’m already driving at top speed.” “Then you’ll have to find a way to ditch them.

All Ruhn knew was blinding light, and the blast of gunshots. Three bodies hit the floor. The Hawk, followed by two dreadwolves. And before them, lowering her gun to her side … Lidia. “What the fuck!” Baxian shouted. He didn’t know—Ruhn had never told him. Even in his rage and loathing, he’d never dared risk sharing the knowledge of Daybright’s identity with another person who could betray her.

Ruhn saw why a second later. The guard station. Six guards had been stationed around it: two angels, four wolves. They’d heard the racing car. They hardly had time to notice Baxian at the gunner. They didn’t even manage to raise their rifles or summon a spark of magic before the Helhound unleashed a hundred rounds of bullets. With the angle of the down-ramp, they stood right in his line of fire. Blood sprayed in a mist as Lidia sailed through them—the car bumping over their bodies with sickening thuds. She shattered the barrier.

In a world full of enemies, you're my only friend.' 'Well, maybe I should give you friendship lessons, because you fucking blow at it.

Lesson one, don't shit on your friends when you have a bad day.' 'Right.' 'Lesson two. Your true friends won't mind when you do, so long as you own up to it and apologise. Usually in the form of buying them a beer.' Another laugh, softer this time. 'I'll buy you a beer, then.

This male—” a disdainful look at Ruhn—“has been disowned by his father. You are the only royal standing before me.” “Oof,” Bryce said to Ruhn. “So harsh.” Ruhn’s eyes glittered, but he said nothing. She gestured to the dim, small castle around them. “You know, I’m surprised by all this doom and gloom. Cormac said it’d be nicer.” Morven’s dark eyes flashed. The shadow-crown atop his head seemed to darken further. “That name is no longer recognized or acknowledged here.” “Yeah?” Ruhn said, crossing his arms. “Well it is with us. Cormac gave his life to make this world a better place.” “He was a liar and a traitor—not just to the empire, but to his birthright.” “And we can’t have that,” Bryce crooned. “All that precious breeding stock—gone.” “I will remind you that royal you might be, but you are still female. And Fae females speak only when spoken to.” Bryce smiled slowly. “Now you’ve done it,” Hunt grumbled, and decided it was a good time to step up to his mate’s side. He said to the king, “Telling her to shut up doesn’t end well for anyone. Trust me.” “I will not be addressed by a slave,” Morven seethed, nodding toward Hunt’s wrist, the mark barely visible past his black sleeve. Then he nodded to Hunt’s haloed brow. “Least of all a Fallen angel, disgraced by the world.” “Oh, boy,” Bryce sighed at the ceiling. She whirled to their group. “Okay, let’s do a head count. If you’re disowned, disgraced, or both, raise your hand.” Tharion, Baxian, Lidia, Hunt, and Ruhn raised their hands. Bryce surveyed Flynn and Dec, both still in their usual black jeans and T-shirts, and sighed again. She gestured expansively, giving them the floor. Flynn smirked, sauntering to Bryce’s side. “Far as I know, I’m still my father’s heir. Good to see you again, Morven.

This male—” a disdainful look at Ruhn—“has been disowned by his father. You are the only royal standing before me.” “Oof,” Bryce said to Ruhn. “So harsh.” Ruhn’s eyes glittered, but he said nothing. She gestured to the dim, small castle around them. “You know, I’m surprised by all this doon and gloom. Cormac said it’d be nicer.” Morven’s dark eyes flashed. The shadow-crown atop his head seemed to darken further. “That name is no longer recognized or acknowledged here.” “Yeah?” Ruhn said, crossing his arms. “Well it is with us. Cormac gave his life to make this world a better place.” “He was a liar and a traitor—not just to the empire, but to his birthright.” “And we can’t have that,” Bryce crooned. “All that precious breeding stock—gone.” “I will remind you that royal you might be, but you are still female. And Fae females speak only when spoken to.” Bryce smiled slowly. “Now you’ve done it,” Hunt grumbled, and decided it was a good time to step up to his mate’s side. He said to the king, “Telling her to shut up doesn’t end well for anyone. Trust me.” “I will not be addressed by a slave,” Morven seethed, nodding toward Hunt’s wrist, the mark barely visible past his black sleeve. Then he nodded to Hunt’s haloed brow. “Least of all a Fallen angel, disgraced by the world.” “Oh, boy,” Bryce sighed at the ceiling. She whirled to their group. “Okay, let’s do a head count. If you’re disowned, disgraced, or both, raise your hand.” Tharion, Baxian, Lidia, Hunt, and Ruhn raised their hands. Bryce surveyed Flynn and Dec, both still in their usual black jeans and T-shirts, and sighed again. She gestured expansively, giving them the floor. Flynn smirked, sauntering to Bryce’s side. “Far as I know, I’m still my father’s heir. Good to see you again, Morven.

Are you prepared to not be a prince anymore, though? To be…normal?” “I think so,” he said, nudging her knee with his own. “Are you?” “I have no idea. I don’t even know what normal is,” Lidia admitted. Ruhn took her hand, linking their fingers. “How about we figure it out together, then?” “How to be normal?” “How to live a normal life. The normal, adult apartment’s a good start. For both of us.” But wariness flooded her eyes. “My life is complicated.” “Whoever said normal isn’t complicated?” he countered. “All I know is that whatever tomorrow or next year or the next millennium has in store for this world, I want to face it at your side.

My mind found yours in the darkness. Across an ocean. No fancy crystal required. You think that's nothing?

You want me to stay?' 'Honestly? Yeah. I do.' 'Why?' 'Because I feel calm around you. There's so much shit going down, and I... I like being here. With you.' 'I don't think most females would be flattered to be called 'calming' by a handsome male.' 'Who says I'm handsome?' 'You talk like someone who's well aware of his good looks.' 'Like an arrogant asshole, then.' 'Your words, not mine.

Are you…What do you plan to do?” It was a loaded question, but Ruhn answered, “I’ll help her. I’ll head up the Aux with Holstrom, I guess. Since the Fae throne’s gone as of this morning.” It had been a wonder to behold—Bryce standing in front of the crowd of cameras and nobles, ending the monarchies with the stroke of a pen. Their father’s favorite pen, no less. Ruhn had never been so proud to be Bryce’s brother. He smiled slightly. “The Oracle was right in a lot of ways, I guess.” Lidia lifted a brow. “It wasn’t just that the crown would go to Bryce, but that’d she’d end it. The Danaan royal line is finished.” Lidia clicked her tongue. “You’re not dead or childless, after all.” “Not yet,” Ruhn said, laughing again. All that time spent dreading the prophecy, worrying over his fate… Lidia looked at him, in the way that no one else on Midgard did—like she saw him. “Are you prepared to not be a prince anymore, though? To be…normal?” “I think so,” he said, nudging her knee with his own. “Are you?” “I have no idea. I don’t even know what normal is,” Lidia admitted. Ruhn took her hand, linking their fingers. “How about we figure it out together, then?” “How to be normal?” “How to live a normal life. The normal, adult apartment’s a good start. For both of us.” But wariness flooded her eyes. “My life is complicated.” “Whoever said normal isn’t complicated?” he countered. “All I know is that whatever tomorrow or next year or the next millennium has in store for this world, I want to face it at your side.” They weren’t the Hind and a Crown Prince of the Fae. Weren’t Day and Night. Right then, there, they were simply Lidia and Ruhn. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

What are you?” Ace breathed. Still panting, blazing with fire, Lidia said, “An old bloodline,” and got to her feet. It was Daybright, as Ruhn had seen her in his mind. She’d presented herself—her true self—to him all this time.

Freed of any secrets, of any need to keep them, Lidia seemed to unleash all that she was. Ruhn could only watch as fire poured down Pollux’s throat. Into his body. Roasting him from the inside out until he was nothing but smoldering cinders, a pillar of brimstone standing mid-strike, mouth still open. She’d incinerated him. Lidia held out a finger. And poked the towering pillar that had once been Pollux. It sent Pollux’s ash-statue crumbling to the ground.

Okay, let’s do a head count. If you’re disowned, disgraced, or both, raise your hand.' Tharion, Baxian, Lidia, Hunt, and Ruhn raised their hands.

Like Hel would these assholes make him beg and grovel—either for his own life or Ruhn’s. Lidia said mildly, “I couldn’t have said it better myself, Athalar.” Hunt looked, but not fast enough. The Hawk certainly didn’t look fast enough. And Hunt knew he’d treasure this moment forever: the moment when Lidia Cervos pulled out her gun and fired it right between the Hawk’s eyes.

I'm here,' he said. 'We made it.' She trembled harder, as if all that she had experienced and done were now breaking free in aftershocks. 'I'm here,' he said again, and leaned down to kiss the side of her neck. 'I'm here.' He kissed below her ear. Her hands came up caressing a line down his back. She stopped shaking. 'I'm here,' he said, kissing the base of her throat.