War Storm Maven Quotes

Not all crowns are worn where people can see.

Cal is built from his father’s dreams, and Maven from his mother’s nightmares.

Our paths may be horrible, but they're the paths we made for ourselves.

And somehow everyone calls me a monster.

I am well accustomed to darkness by now. What's a few more miles? Nothing at all. I've always felt darkness all over me, stubborn as a stain. It follows wherever I go.

I ache for my ability the way I ache for Mare, for Thomas, for who I was supposed to be.

She wasn’t enough for me either. Enough to make me change, to pull me back from what I’ve willingly become. I wonder if Thomas would have been enough.

Maven is dead.

It sets something off in Maven. He jumps out of reach, keeping his distance from all of us. The twitching returns in force, but his eyes blaze, all fire. No fear. "You think I can't lie through pain," he snarls, his voice thundering through the room. "You think I haven't done it a thousand times?" ... For a brief, empty moment I see nothing but darkness, and I try not to think of Maven. His words. What his life was and continues to be.

He must be blessed, by someone or something. My only consolation is knowing I'm right about him, and always will be.

M for Maven. M for mine. M for monster.

My heart leaps in my chest when her feet slide. Moving sideways. Not closer, not farther. Now it's her turn to prowl. Even though she's only walking, it feels like a dance. I mirror her movements, stepping with her. She's more graceful than I am, a lithe thief born of many years and many twists of fate. ... The sparks reflect in her eyes. They shudder from brown to purple, giving her an unearthly look, like her gaze might run me through. Part of me wishes she would.

But Maven isn't finished. He takes a step, not forward but to the side. In my direction. The full force of his gaze almost knocks me out of my seat. "And I want to die the way my mother did," he says plainly, as if asking for an extra blanket. Again I feel too stunned to think. All I can do is keep my jaw locked in place so my mouth won't gape open in shock. "Ripped apart by your fury," he pushes on, his eyes horrible, unforgettable, searing into me. The brand on my collarboen seems to burn. "And your hatred.

For some reason, I think of Jon. The seer who told my fate - to rise, and rise alone. I wonder if that fate has already changed, or if this is how I change it. "I won't be your ending, Maven. And you won't be mine." Lightning has no mercy- I said once. But lightning is only one part of me.

The sparks reflect in her eyes. They shudder from brown to purple, giving her an unearthly look, like her gaze might run me through. Part of me wishes she would.

His face turns to stone again, his eyes narrowed and icy, doing all they can to ignore what his heart wants to feel.

I hate the waves. They offend me. -Maven Calore

- And what do I deserve, Maven? - Better than we ever gave you.

At his [Maven's] side, Queen Cenra arches a single smooth eyebrow. She says nothing, letting Maven spin his web-or knot his own noose.

She draws her eyes over Maven slowly, as if they are knives skinning him alive. “Kneel to your king, Maven,” she says, her voice echoing around the deathly silent chamber. He tips his head. “No, I don’t think so.

Sometimes it's so awful I check to make sure my eyes and ears aren't bleeding. They never do. Her words never exist beyond the cage of my head.

Cal s'est construit sur les rêves de son père, Maven, sur les cauchemars de sa mère.