Sylas Quotes

Sylas was probably one of the most annoying creatures on earth and yet she couldn’t take her eyes off him.

La muerte solo es un alivio para los muertos, señor Thorly. Poco le importan quienes se quedan atrás.

He furrowed his brow, and the disinterest on his face lessened for the first time. “What?” He eyed me for a long second and took a deep breath, blowing it in my face again. I frowned at him. “Can you stop that? It’s kind of really, really strange.” He jerked, eyes widening, and took a step back, almost seeming to stumble as he whispered something in a different language, not taking his eyes off my quaking form. Drak, I should’ve kept pretending, maybe I could salvage the situation. I smirked at him, feigning unfocused eyes, and said, “I can take you to meet Syla if you’d like?” “Stop pretending.” He growled. “I can tell.” A snicker escaped. As soon as it sounded, I slapped my trembling hands over my mouth. Mistress Moons! What was wrong with me?

If you surrender, I’ll surrender. I’ll only ask you once.” - Her Eminence Ahmeelya Yung just before she ended the Trasilian War.

That was a good joke. I did not know you told jokes.” “I did not know you understood them,” Amrasia said, its song a serious tone.

Sylas’s temper finally cracked. He closed the distance between them, hands gripping her shoulders. “You don’t get that part of me,” he hissed. “You’ve taken enough without stealing that, too.

We are all gods to something. Be the kind of god you hope you have.

I’m Sylas Thorly, and I’m here on behalf of Mr. Elijah Hawthorne to escort a Miss Farrow back to his estate, Thorn Grove.” His voice was the low rumble of an approaching storm. “I assume you’re she?

I admit that it was merely out of a selfish desire to discover who you were. It’s as I’ve told you already—I’ve spent the entirety of my existence waiting for you. Waiting for someone I can talk to. Someone I can feel. When I realized that was you... I needed to know who you were.

Hay gente que mataría por dinero, Signa. Gente que dice mentiras entre dulces palabras y entre sonrisas aún más dulces. Le vendría bien recordar eso.

Se apretó más la capa mientras seguía a Sylas, que parecía estar a gusto bajo la noche estrellada. No estaba tiritando, como Signa, sino que tenía la cabeza echada hacia atrás para ver el cielo. Su melena negra volaba al viento, indomable y libre, igual que su manera de cabalgar. A su lado, Gundry corría a toda velocidad, resollando por el esfuerzo y con la lengua fuera; estaba disfrutando cada momento del trayecto. Sylas llamó la atención del sabueso, por lo que el dueño sonrió de manera traviesa. Inclinó la cabeza hacia atrás y aulló hacia la noche. Gundry hizo lo mismo. Fue un sonido precioso y evocador que resonó por todo el páramo. Viendo así a Sylas, Signa se ablandó. Parecía que cada día descubría una nueva parte de él. Hasta el momento, aquella era su favorita.

Pero eres una afortunada en el mundo, señorita Farrow. Tú cuentas con los recursos para cuidar de ti misma, sin importar lo que la sociedad considere. La mayoría de la gente no tiene esa suerte.

Probablemente Sylas fuera una de las personas más irritantes en aquel mundo, y aún así, Signa no podía apartar la mirada de él.

Erotica, Sylas. That’s my fucking problem. Salacious smut is the latest craze, and it’s affecting the numbers on The Lists.” Santa’s eyes darken as he looks over the horizon. “There won’t be as many stops this year, and it’s all because readers today prefer to dive into a book about ho ho ho’s rather than enjoy a good, old-fashioned novel.