Wrath And Emilia Quotes

There are victors and victims. Decide who you want to be. Or the choice will be made for you, witch. And I doubt you’ll like it.” I threw my head back and groaned. “It’s a game of scopa, not a battle between life and death. Are you always this dramatic?

Because…” I knew, oh goddess, I knew. Still, I needed him to say the words. “You are not his intended, Emilia.” The world beneath me tilted. Wrath’s gaze was steady enough to keep both my knees and the realm from quaking. “You are mine.

Life often deals you a hand you didn't choose. It's how you end up playing it to your advantage that counts.

love and hate are both rooted in passion- strange how that line becomes blurred over time.

You are not his intended, Emilia.” The world beneath me tilted. Wrath’s gaze was steady enough to keep both my knees and the realm from quaking. “You are mine.

Don't answer now, but I want to know if what you said then stands." "You'll have to be more specific. I said a great many things." "If I am still yours." He stilled. My words hung between us, heavy and lingering. Like his gaze. "If I am, I would tell you that you are mine. That I am choosing you as my husband. There is no one I'd rather confront my demons with, no soul I'd travel through Hell with. And no one else I want standing beside me when I go to the Shifting Isles tomorrow." He was quiet for a long moment, seeming to gauge my sincerity and weigh it against his own feelings. "And if I don't require time to think it over?" Thank the goddess.

But even more aggravating to the Russian is the Jewish usurer, who since the Middle Ages has fastened himself like a leach upon producer and consumer, and who, if he does not borrow or lend, begs; and if he does not beg, carries on some suspicious business. A nation within a nation, the Jews are sometimes made the victims of popular hatred; the usually gentle Russians sometimes rise in sudden wrath, and the newspapers report to us dreadful accounts of an assault and murder of Hebrews. Russian

While I might not want Redwood’s attention, Blaise was the only person who I trusted to get me through this town’s wrath. He had done so much more for me than anyone I had ever known.

I’m not doing this shit anymore. I’ve been summoned ten times in the past hour by bratty kids playing with Ouija boards. I fucking hate Halloween.” “Maybe you should’ve chosen a kingdom other than Wrath to be a demon in.

The stars incline us, they do not bind us

Which means one of my brothers is responsible. Somehow, some way.” My earlier encounter with his brothers sprang to mind. “Greed and Envy are both here.” Wrath shook his head. “Envy wouldn’t chance a fight with me. Greed… I still can’t see him jeopardizing his House. Not after he’s built a formidable stronghold.” “Either way, the implications of a betrayal within the Seven… forget the curse, your highness,” Anir said. “Personal feelings about witches aside, finish the marriage bond with Emilia and secure your own House before war comes. You’ll need your powers at their fullest. Whoever is organizing this must have killed Pride’s wife.” It felt like I’d been drenched in an ice bath. “What marriage bond?” Anir missed the note of panic in my voice. “The one you started when you bound the prince to you.

Nonna sighed. “There are seven demon princes, but only four di Carlos should fear: Wrath, Greed, Envy, and Pride. One will crave your blood. One will capture your heart. One will steal your soul. And one will take your life.” “The Wicked,” Vittoria whispered, her tone almost reverent. “The Malvagi are demon princes who stalk the night, searching for souls to steal for their king, the devil, their hunger ravenous and unyielding, until dawn chases them away,” Nonna continued, slowly rocking in her chair. The wood creaked, covering the sound of the storm. She nodded toward their tasks, making sure they held up their end of the bargain. The girls settled into their work. “The seven princes are so corrupted by sin, that when they cross into our world, they can’t bear being in the light and are cursed to only venture out when it’s dark. It was a punishment sent from La Prima Strega, many years ago. Well before man roamed the earth.” “Where is the First Witch now?” Emilia asked, an edge of skepticism creeping into her little voice. “Why hasn’t she been seen?” Nonna thought carefully. “She has her reasons. We must respect them.