Sword Catcher Quotes

As we left the kitchen, I asked, “Can I hold your sword today?” Catcher glanced back over his shoulder and lifted a brow. “The sword,” I corrected. “The sword.” We’ll see.

I am the Prince's shield. I am his unbreakable armor. I bleed that he might not bleed. I suffer that he might never suffer. I die that he might live forever.

Everyone wants to tell you that it isn't so bad, but it is. You will be so sad that you will feel like you will die. But you won't die. And with every day that passes, you will get back a little piece of yourself.

All that is good comes from the Gods. All that is evil comes from men.

In case you’ve forgotten, Ethan Sullivan trained me. And in case you didn’t know, Catcher Bell schooled me in sword craft. I was raised on ‘difficult to work with.

AI, LAS TAN CUIDAVA SABER D'AMORE, E TAN PETIT EN SAI. Alas, how much I thought I knew of love, and yet how little I know.

He does what he says he will do. If he says he will kill you, he will kill you. If he says he will protect you, he will protect you. To me that is a good man. Perhaps others might feel differently.

Power is an illusion. Power exists because we believe it does. Kings and Queens—and yes, Princes—have power because we grant it to them.

After a few moments, he spoke again. "When I was younger, I thought the Ashkar must be very dangerous, to be kept within walls." "When I was young," Lin said, reaching for bandages, "I thought the malbushim must be very dangerous, for us to have to keep them out with walls." "Ah," he said, and yawned again. "Perspective is everything, isn't it?

But it is said by the sages that he who desires all, loses all.

I really don't care that much about retaining the moral high ground.

As a scholar once said, the only difference between a poison and a remedy is the dose. The deadliest poison is not fatal in a single grain, and milk or water can be lethal if you consume too much of it.

You don't have a choice, I hear. Love just happens to you, whether you like it or not; otherwise there wouldn't be so many songs. Besides, people do all sorts of things that are bad for them. I ought to know.

Falconet may be a bit mad." "All the best people are.

I think", said Lin, trying to control her temper, "that for a religion that purports to worship a Goddess, who was once a powerful Queen, there are a great many men making decisions about what I, a woman, can read and do.

He goes round in all black, like Gentleman Death come to take your soul, and his carriage wheels are stained with blood.

He kept his promises to Conor, but he would break a promise to anyone else for Conor's sake, in a heartbeat.

"For a Physician should mind not rank, wealth or age; neither should he question whether a patient is enemy or friend, a native or a foreigner, or what Gods he worships. To heal is as the Goddess commands."

As we left the kitchen, I asked, “Can I hold your sword today?” Catcher glanced back over his shoulder and lifted a brow. “The sword,” I corrected. “The sword.

The fact that he had nearly died was not even a stone in the road. It mattered only to him; it had changed no one but him. In that, he was alone.

Here is the thing you should know about children,” said Lilibet. Up close, it was clear to see that the Prince’s looks came from his mother: He had her black hair, her lush mouth at odds with those fine, almost too-sharp bones. “Children make you helpless. You can have all the power one can imagine, and if you cannot keep them safe from themselves and the world, it does not matter.” Lin inclined her head, not sure what to say. “I ought to remain with the Prince tonight. Make sure his condition is stable.” The Queen nodded. As Lin turned toward the door of the royal apartment, the Queen said abruptly, “And if you do have children, physician—” Lin looked back over her shoulder. Lilibet was not looking at her, but into the distance, as if recalling some past event. “If you do have children, make sure to have more than one.

One cannot have everything, or the Gods would come to envy mortals. Is that not what happened to the Callatians? They built their towers too close to heaven, challenged the Gods with their accomplishments, and for it their Empire was destroyed?

Everything we do, all that we touch, leaves a trace,’ he said, sounding more like a philosopher than a hardened thief-catcher. ‘We have knowledge that has survived from the first dynasty, over a thousand years ago. Fifteen years is not so long a time.

The world darkened. The Sorcerer-Kings grew murderous ambition. They began to look past their borders and covet what their neighbors had. Why should I not be the greatest? each asked themselves. Why not the most powerful? Thus was the world nearly destroyed.

Conor captured one of Falconet's pieces and chuckled. Kel noted it in the back of his mind, where his awareness of Conor always lived. He wondered if mothers were like this about their children—always knowing where they were, if they were wounded or pleased. He didn't know; he had little experiences of mothers.

You were angry at Bensimon?” “Yes,” she said. “Because he ignored me, you see. He was busy here on the Hill. I was so angry I would hit things and tear at them. Curtains and scarves. Other children.” She smoothed the salve as gently as she could over the lattice of cuts that feathered like wings across his shoulders. “All thst anger never amounted to anything, though. It never changed the situation. It never brought him back.” “Bensimon did that?” The Prince sounded genuinely surprised. “I never thought of him as someone who could neglect a responsibility.” No one wants to be a responsibility, Lin thought. They want to be loved.

The Prince was smiling, a cool little smile, and she suddenly hated him so much that it was as if she were back in her vision, on the tower, choking on smoke. Her whole body seemed to burn with hatred for his arrogance, his contempt. For the fact that he clearly saw her as a joke, a plaything. And she hated that because he was beautiful he was loved and forgiven, no matter what he did. He would always be wanted. The whole world wanted him. She could feel a violent trembling in her hands, utterly at odds with her healer’s instincts: For the first time since she had been an angry child, she wanted to slap and scratch and claw. To wreck his pretty face, to stop his sideways smirk.

I am sure Mayesh will not be in despair. You could not have wrought so much ruin as all that.” “Oh—you would be—surprised. I am not good at many things, but”—he winced—“ruination is one of them. And bad planning. I am good at that as well.” She laid down the next talisman. “You could tell me what happened,” she said. “Perhaps it is not as bad as you think.” He had relaxed slightly. He was still tense, but no longer holding his body rigid, off the bed. “I suppose I might as well. You will hardly be complimentary, will you, or tell me I am brilliant, and have made only the best decisions, as Falconet or Montfaucon would do.” “I think I have been very clear,” she said. “that I will not.

Karna ambled out of the strong room armed with sword, knives, serrated boomerangs and minibombs. He tied a black bandana over his head to keep his hair off his face and blend in with the dark-skulled foe. Activating the Soul Catcher, he grinned fiercely at his three amigos. “Mauja, Mauja,” he growled. “It’s time to tango.

But his loyalty was to House Aurelian, not the Charter Families. He would place his words between them and Conor, just as Kel placed his body between Conor and danger.

There has been a Ragpicker King in Castellane for as long as there has been a King on the Hill.

One does not ask if one likes the Blood Royal. They simply are. It is like asking if one likes the Gods.

Quiero sentir el dolor para recordarlo. Para poder seguir estando furioso.