Wrath Of The Dragons Quotes

Making my way out towards the forest with a fresh fox-fur cap on my head, I felt like the most stylish of male strippers as I frolicked through the snow.

come not between the dragon and his wrath

Listen my hatchling, for now you shall hear Of the only seven slayers a dragon must fear. First beware Pride, lest belief in one’s might Has you discount the foeman who is braving your sight. Never Envy other dragons their wealth, power, or home For dark plots and plans will bring death to your own. Your Wrath shouldn’t win, when spears strike your scale Anger kills cunning, which you will need to prevail. A dragon must rest, but Sloth you should dread Else long years of napping let assassins to your bed. ‘Greed is good,’ or so foolish dragons will say Until piles of treasure bring killing thieves where they lay. Hungry is your body, and at times you must feed But Gluttony makes fat dragons, who can’t fly at their need. A hot Lust for glory, gems, gold, or mates Leads reckless young drakes to the blackest of fates. So take heed of this wisdom, precious hatchling of mine, And the long years of dragonhood are sure to be thine.

There was a feeling on the air like the eve of the end of the world.

I read because sometimes the confines of this world seek to strangle me, and the words grant me a haven

Life can be generous some days. But watch out—the price of living is pain. Same price as loving.

There is nothing that I want more than you. There is not a single thing I wouldn't do for you. There is nothing that I love more than you

My knees go weak under the weight of what it feels like to be loved by someone like her

If you change then I'll spend the rest of my life finding new reasons to love you

I’ve learned the hard way that life doesn’t always follow the plan,

Come not between the dragon, and his wrath.

Come not between the dragon and his wrath. —William Shakespeare King Lear

Enough to feed an army for a year.” “Or two satyrs for a month,” Newel said.

You just rode a flying camel through a sky full of ghosts,” Seth said.

In the old wild days of the world there was a king of England known as Uther Pendragon; he was a dragon in wrath as well as in power.

There's not a single place in the world that's ever felt more like home for me than his arms. I've been lost for so long, but when he looks at me, it's like I've finally been found

Everything doesn't encompass what you are to me; you are infinite

There is an undeniable strength that comes from existing in a world that wasn't designed for you

I once promised you that I would defy death itself to keep you with me, and I will claw my way through it to get you back." I press my lips to hers and stab myself through the chest

Don’t go any farther, Miss Marina,” warned Stanley, a half-grin on his face. “ ‘Tempt ye not the dragon’s wrath when his claws are yet to retreat.’ Dragon claws ya just can’t mess with.

I’d walked the halls of Valhalla countless times, but every interaction with Vivian was like our first. I noticed something new about her every day—the tiny beauty mark above her upper lip, the way she slid her pendant along its chain when she was uncomfortable, and the mildly crooked slant of her smile when she was genuinely amused. It was infuriating. I didn’t want to notice these things about her, yet I inadvertently hoarded them the way dragons hoarded jewels.

Daughter, daughter, shining bright Precious jewel within mine sight Oh, if I could soar with thee As you seek your destiny. To see with you the caves and skies Vistas grand beneath your eyes Taking wing to horizons new Let us wonder who waits for you. A dragon bright? A dragon dark? Victor of duels with battle mark? A dragon strong? A dragon keen? Singer of honors and triumphs seen? Red, Gold, Bronze, and Blue To your lord you shall be true, Copper, Silver, Black, and White, Who will win your mating flight? For in your hearts our future rests To see our line with hatchlings blessed And for those who threaten clutch of flame, To feel the wrath of dragon-dame.

None of this is worth it if you don't walk off that field. I have no intention of dying, but I need you to know that if I meet my end today, no grave will ever claim me and my soul will never rest until it's with yours again. I will always find a way to get back to you, even in death

In the end, it was one or the other—be myself, or please my father. I chose me. And loyalty to my real friends.

I’d rather die this way than live that way. This is the best I’ve felt in a long time.

I kiss Elowen's forehead one more time, whispering my vow against her skin. "For you, my love, I will break the world

Fucking gods, this woman. I'm ruined, have been since the day I met her, and I am irrevocably damned with every breath I take

For Cayden, a quick errand can range from killing someone to picking flowers for me

I love you," she murmurs against my lips, and I hang on to every syllable. "Even when our souls are forgotten wisps in the wind and the world ceases to exist, I'll love you

I'd step off the battlefield or out of the fighting ring and pick through flowers with blood-coated hands and imagine her smile when they arrived in her room

I've never understood why people have children if their hearts are so full of themselves that they don't have the room to fit someone else

The princess of destruction can rise from the ashes as the queen of salvation

You have my heart, and you guard it as fiercely as you guard my body. I will never love anyone as I love you

You have my name to bind us, my sword to slay anyone who wishes you harm, and my body to shield you

He kisses me like he'll never see me again, like he wants to pour every ounce of his love and protection inside of me to keep me safe

They have tried to limit me, to stifle me, and I will burn them to the ground for it. My vengeance will be a realm of ash and blood. I am the queen of flames, and fire answers to me

If I lose hope now then I'll take her body back to Vareveth and dig our grave behind our house, not a pyre. I'll keep my eyes on hers as I pierce my heart and curl my body around hers

I don't want a different life with you." I press my lips to hers. "I want this one, and after tomorrow we will be happy and unburdened and simple. I swear it. I'll give you whatever you want

Not gonna lie, I also have a strong, strong desire to climb aboard ol’ Rexy and pretend I’m the Mother of Dragons, raining down on Westeros with my fiery wrath. But it just doesn’t seem like the time.

She doesn't even have to be in my presence because she's in my mind, enchanting me like a temptress, and when I think of the legends of sailors who threw themselves to the tides when they heard a siren's song, I understand why. I'd follow Elowen anywhere, even to death

I vow to be yours in every life, and to wait for you in all of them. When my soul enters the underworld, I will not cross the river until you find me again, because only then will I know peace. Every part of me belongs to you, even the broken shards, and I never want them back

Because I love you! I feel as if I've said the words in a thousand ways but if you need to hear them plainly, there they are. I love you. I am in love with you. Don't ask me when I began because I don't have an answer. All I know is that somewhere between meeting and marrying you, I realized I can't live without you

To reclaim our dignity and role as guardians of the planet will not be easy. But we can pray for the intercession of His mercy, knowing, according to an ancient promise, that “His mercy is greater than His justice.” There is a real reason that the ancients understood that He is a wrathful God, and made penance and sacrifice to placate Him. We may think that our science and civilization can protect us from this primal power, but the symbol of the dragon as the power of the earth is not without meaning. We have little understanding of the archetypal forces that underlie our surface lives, and of how they are all interconnected and can manifest the will of God. We can no longer afford to be ignorant or think that we can abuse the world as long as we want.

A dragon. Glorious in his power, terrifying in his anger, and magnificent even in repose. “If you’d asked me before our truce, I would’ve said an ill-mannered boar,” I said instead. “Since we’re being nice, I’ll upgrade you to a honey badger.” “The most fearless animal in the world. I’ll take it.” I blinked at how well he took it. Most people would not appreciate being compared to a honey badger.

And there was war in heaven: Michael and his angels fought against the dragon; and the dragon fought and his angels, And prevailed not; neither was their place found any more in heaven. And the great dragon was cast out, that old serpent, called the Devil, and Satan, which deceiveth the whole world: he was cast out into the earth, and his angels were cast out with him. And I heard a loud voice saying in heaven, Now is come salvation, and strength, and the kingdom of our God, and the power of his Christ: for the accuser of our brethren is cast down, which accused them before our God day and night. And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their testimony; and they loved not their lives unto the death. Therefore rejoice, ye heavens, and ye that dwell in them. Woe to the inhabiters of the earth and of the sea! for the devil is come down unto you, having great wrath, because he knoweth that he hath but a short time.

I’m sorry, young caretaker,” Lomo said. “By coming to Wyrmroost, you inherited calamitous trouble. And look what you do!” “Flip over my rocking chair?” “You stand and fight! While a nation of ancient adults cowers behind policies of appeasement.

Do they talk?” Knox asked. “The wooden people?” “I have never heard them speak,” Patton said. “Nor the trees. I’m not sure how well they hear, either. Pantomime seems to help them understand.

Mummy has an errand for you!

They were all good creatures. Your friends and family are murderers. And so are you.

Quarrel, quarrel for the light. Know naught but darkness, should you lose the fight.’ 

Come on,” Raxtus said, grabbing Kendra with his front claws and springing into the air. Kendra yanked the drawstring closed. “Raxtus!” Celebrant thundered. “Don’t do this! Traitor! Stop him!

I panicked as a huge wave of power blasted out from the Imperial Star, sweeping over the entire battlefield. The Nymphs fell prey to its power, crashing to their knees and I fell too, grasping at my chest as some fierce magic took root in me. A huge fissure opened up in the sky at the command of the Phoenix Queen and the shadows started pouring into it from my army as the dark power was drawn from them, stolen away and cast into the abyss. I screamed in anguish as the shadows were taken from me too, ripped from the centre of my soul and leaving an empty hollowness in my chest which I feared would never be filled again. When the last of them were drawn into the hole in the sky, it closed up and the Imperial Star stopped shining in the hilt of the sword. “There will be no more war!” the Queen cried, her voice carrying across the quiet field, desperation in her tone. “And there shall be no more dark magic and no more shadows in our land ever again. From this day forward, it is outlawed. And those who call upon it will face my wrath.” “No!” I screamed, pushing to my feet. “We need the shadows to survive, we’re not like your kind!” “You will find a way,” the Queen sneered, calling a retreat to her people, leaving the Nymphs powerless on the ground. A huge red Dragon swept towards us and my heart lifted as I saw Octavius coming to aid me like he’d promised, backing me to the end and offering one final chance for us to turn this around. But instead of charging in with tooth and claw to save me, he roared an Order to his army and they turned on my Nymphs, burning them to soot with huge billows of fire from their lungs.  “Octavius!” I cried in horror as the Dragons decimated my army, betraying me and his promise, breaking my heart in two.

What would you liken me to?” A dragon. Glorious in his power, terrifying in his anger, and magnificent even in repose.

Perhaps it would only make sense to me that any changes you made in me would be useful to me!” “You will be pretty! And interesting to other dragons. And that is enough for any Elderling, let alone a human!” “Perhaps ‘pretty’ wings are enough for you, but if I must bear their weight and the inconvenience of having something growing out of my backbone, perhaps they should be useful. I have never understood why you don’t even try to use your wings. I see the other dragons stretching and working theirs. I’ve seen the silver almost lift himself from the water with his, and he began with a much more ungainly body and smaller wings than yours! You don’t try! I groom your wings and keep them clean. They’ve grown larger and stronger and you could try, but you don’t. All you do is tell me how lovely they are. And lovely they may be, but have you never considered trying to use them for what they are intended?” She could see the dragon’s fury build. She’d dared to criticize her, and Sintara could not tolerate even the implication that she was lazy or self-pitying or perhaps even just a bit…”Stupid.” Thymara said the word aloud. She had no idea what prompted her to do it. Perhaps simply to show Sintara that she’d gone too far and that her keeper would no longer be terrorized by her. How dare she put wings on her back when she could not even master the ones that had naturally on her own? The murmur of voices from the barge was growing louder. Thymara refused to even glance in that direction. She stood, her shirt clutched over her breasts, and faces the furiously spinning eyes of her dragon. Sintara was magnificent in her wrath. She lifted her head and opened her jaws wide, displaying the brightly colored poison sacs in her throat. She opened her wings wide, a reflexive display of size that the dragons often used in an attempt to remind one another of their relative sizes and strengths, and they spread like a magnificent stained-glass panels unfolding. For a moment, Thymara was dizzied by her glory and her glamour. She nearly fell to her knees before her dragon. Then she took a grip on herself and stood up to the blast of pure charisma that Sintara was radiating at her. “Yes. They are beautiful!” she shouted. “Beautiful and useless! As you are beautiful and useless!” A shudder passed over Thymara. She felt suddenly queasy and then realized what she had done. In a bizarre reaction to Sintara’s display, Thymara had spread her own wings. There were shouts of amazement from the keepers on the boat. Sintara was drawing breath. Her jaws were still wide, and Thymara stood rooted before her, watching her poison sacs swell. If the dragon chose to breathe venom on her, there would be no escape. She stood her ground, frozen with terror and fury. “Sintara!” The bellow came from Mercor. “Close your jaws and fold your wings! Do not harm your keeper for speaking truth to you!” “Fight! Fight! Fight!” Spit was trumpeting joyously. “Quiet, pest!” Ranculos roared at him. “Do not spray here! The drift will burn me! Blast your own keeper if you wish, Sintara, but spray me and I swear I will burn your wings as full of holes as rotting canvas!” This from small green Fente. The dragon reared onto her hind legs and spread her own wings in challenge. “Stop this madness!” Mercor bellowed again. “Sintara hurt not your keeper!” “She is mine, and I’ll do as I wish!” Sintara’s trumpet was a shrill whistle of anger. Despite herself, Thymara clapped her hands over her ears. Terror made her reckless. “I don’t care what you do to me! Look at what you’ve already done! You want to kill me? Go ahead, you stupid lizard. Someone else can clear the sucking insects from your eyes, take the leeches off your useless, beautiful wings. Go ahead, kill me!

In ancient times, it’s said, Eudea was filled with winged creatures. Wrathful dragons, fiery phoenixes, mighty griffins, and graceful pegasi. They were coveted: After all, who amongst us hasn’t dreamed of flying? Many reached for them with hand and rope and spear, wanting to claim their power, to own it. But winged creatures cannot bear the weight of chains.

wondering if the coin provided a round-trip journey or if she might have to find another way to pay in order to return.

She protected us all from Pat's wrath and alcoholism as best she could. I don't know why she never left him. Maybe her religious beliefs prevailed. Maybe she, like me, worried what would happen to the kids if she did. Maybe she was charmed by his good days, because he did have them.

Asmodai, the demon of wrath and destruction. Master of all malevolent deities and governor of hellish legions, a monster with the three heads of a bull, a ram, and a man, the tail of a serpent, and the webbed feet of a goose. The monster sat astride an infernal dragon and held a lance bearing the war standard of hell. The three heads simultaneously breathed fire from their mouths while they surveyed the room. A television cameraman engulfed in flames ran screaming toward the window.

For now, he wanted to help Ena escape the dragon fae king's wrath. As soon as Prince Grotto learned what she was about to do in the worst way. The reason she was in this mess was because Brett had helped take Princess Alicia prisoner. As Alicia's reward for saving the Princess, Alicia's grandfather had declared that Ena would wed Alicia's cousin. He was a dangerous dragon fae. Sure Ena would become a Princess if she were to wed Prince Grotto. Brett also knew that the fae intended to use her for her special skills and terminate her when she proved useless. Brett wasn't sure how to help Ena move her gold and staff to somewhere safe. Hopefully, in the Hawk Fae kingdom. They didn't have U-Haul trucks in the fae world. She was a dragon and that meant she wasn't leaving without her horde of treasure.

There is a saying amongst my people that reflects this. Within every heart lives two dragons, a dragon of Hope and a dragon of Hate, both mighty and powerful in equal measure. They war constantly, always struggling for dominance to be the rightful ruler of your heart. You feed them with your actions. All that drives us in life is fuelled by either hope or hate. Hate is the dark mirror of hope, empowering our hearts with the same fire and energy but striving for different ends. Hate drives us to bring those above us to ruin, while hope exalts us to raise ourselves up beyond where we are. We want to better ourselves, or drag down someone else so we are on top. The destruction of the gnomes had taken with it the dragon of our hate, but hope could not flare up to take its place; hope was already dead within us. We were soulless, cast adrift and ready to settle down to wait for death. I remember these times as being some of the hardest of them all, not because of pain, or suffering, or loss…but because I no longer felt anything at all. Both dragons lay dead, and my heart was a barren wasteland cloaked in winter. While this wounded me greatly, it was better than the alternative. I said many things, did many things, that I regret in this time of my life, but I always feel the slightest bit of pride that at that moment, right when I had nothing, I didn’t feed Hate and nurse it back to health. Most manage to find an equilibrium in their hearts between Hate and Hope, controlling the former while encouraging the latter, and for most, this is a happy and content existence. Some find that Hope’s strength overpowers Hate easily, and that they are able to do noble things effortlessly and naturally simply by following their intrinsic sense of righteousness. However, some embrace that hateful dragon within them, that boiling black pit of rage that simmers and bubbles out of sight, ushering them into darkness and wickedness too numerous to count. They embrace this powerful ally and use it to great effect. Sometimes my surface friends wonder why anyone would do this, would willingly plunge themselves into shadow and wrath. Even humans, that most flexible and different of species, almost universally espouse the idea that good is preferable to evil, and that it is better to be noble than to be malicious, even when they do not believe it. Why would anyone listen to that whisper from Hate, the dark voice urging them to abandon Hope and to

We just killed a dragon-god. A dragon so old, and so powerful, that other dragons would have looked and gone, ‘Shit, dude. I’m not going near her.’ I think that makes us badasses.” “That we did. I think the badass motherfuckery was in abundance today.” He nodded slightly. “Let’s never do that again.” “Agreed.

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The struggle on earth. The Church persecuted by the world. The Church is avenged, protected and victorious (Rev. 1-11). 1. Christ in the midst of the seven golden lampstands (1-3). 2. The book with seven seals (4-7). 3. The seven trumpets of judgment (8-11). b. The deeper spiritual background. The Christ (and the Church) persecuted by the dragon (Satan) and his helpers. Christ and His Church are victorious (Rev. 12-22). 4. The woman and the Man-child persecuted by the dragon and his helpers (the beasts and the harlot) (12-14). 5. The seven bowls of wrath (15, 16). 6. The fall of the great harlot and of the beasts (17-19). 7. The judgment upon the dragon (Satan) followed by the new heaven and earth, new Jerusalem (20-22).

Blood of the Dragon, that old Serpent,” Michael said, quietly. “You and yours have no power here. Your threats are hollow, your words are empty of truth, just as your heart is empty of love, your body of life. Cease this now, before you tempt the wrath of the Almighty.” He glanced aside at me and added, probably for my benefit, “Or before my friend Harry turns you into a greasy spot on the floor.

It is a biblical blunder to reduce the great tribulation to a future period when God is doing nothing but pouring out wrath for the purpose of retribution. Instead, we should read the so-called great tribulation as a time of the greatest evangelistic impact in history, a reaching-out that occurs in the midst of clashing empires. Babylon’s persecutions are met by faithful witnesses and martyrdoms, and the flying angel of 14:6 that we just read about is a summons to the entire globe to “fear God and give him glory” (14:7). Even those committed to the dragon and the wild things convert!

Eärendil was a mariner that tarried in Arvernien; he built a boat of timber felled in Nimbrethil to journey in; her sails he wove of silver fair, of silver were her lanterns made, her prow was fashioned like a swan, and light upon her banners laid. In panoply of ancient kings, in chainéd rings he armoured him; his shining shield was scored with runes to ward all wounds and harm from him; his bow was made of dragon-horn, his arrows shorn of ebony; of silver was his habergeon, his scabbard of chalcedony; his sword of steel was valiant, of adamant his helmet tall, an eagle-plume upon his crest, upon his breast an emerald. Beneath the Moon and under star he wandered far from northern strands, bewildered on enchanted ways beyond the days of mortal lands. From gnashing of the Narrow Ice where shadow lies on frozen hills, from nether heats and burning waste he turned in haste, and roving still on starless waters far astray at last he came to Night of Naught, and passed, and never sight he saw of shining shore nor light he sought. The winds of wrath came driving him, and blindly in the foam he fled from west to east and errandless, unheralded he homeward sped. There flying Elwing came to him, and flame was in the darkness lit; more bright than light of diamond the fire upon her carcanet. The Silmaril she bound on him and crowned him with the living light and dauntless then with burning brow he turned his prow; and in the night from Otherworld beyond the Sea there strong and free a storm arose, a wind of power in Tarmenel; by paths that seldom mortal goes his boat it bore with biting breath as might of death across the grey and long forsaken seas distressed; from east to west he passed away.

Rage is not a thing, not a singular thing, but rather an amalgamation of overwhelming and often conflicting thoughts and emotions that the rational mind can only expel through mindless animal wrath.

Attenzione all'ira di un drago – beware of a Dragon’s wrath.

Roaring he swept back over the town. A hail of dark arrows leaped up and snapped and rattled on his scales and jewels, and their shafts fell back kindled by his breath burning and hissing into the lake. No fireworks you ever imagined equalled the sights that night. At the twanging of the bows and the shrilling of the trumpets the dragon’s wrath blazed to its height, till he was blind and mad with it. No one had dared to give battle to him for many an age; nor would they have dared now, if it had not been for the grim-voiced man (Bard was his name), who ran to and fro cheering on the archers and urging the Master to order them to fight to the last arrow.

Then was the keeper of the barrow swollen with wrath, purposing, fell beast, with fire to avenge his precious drinking-vessel. Now was the day faded to the serpent's joy. No longer would he tarry on the mountain-side, but went blazing forth, sped with fire. Terrible for the people in that land was the beginning (of that war), even as the swift and bitter came its end upon their lord and patron. Now the invader did begin to spew forth glowing fires and set ablaze the shining halls -- the light of the burning leapt forth to the woe of men.

You are young, Wrath, a Veiled Death elder said. I feel the need to help you...once.

What is death if not a game? Wrath asked.

In death we vanquished enemies, In death, we slew our foes. Blood soaked rage engulfed our blades, When blood lust took its hold. – In death, a darkness troubled one, In death, concealed, undone. Deep in darkness dragons wait, When blood would set the sun. – In death, we glorified his name. In death, we saw too late, When drink, to him, we raised in praise, The dragon sealed his fate. – In death, we lived. In death, we fought. In death, we grew to hate. In death, the blackened wraith released, The blinded shade beneath. – In death, his darkened eyes grew dim. In death, his mind was lost within. With blackened eyes, he slew his kin, In death, we lost to him. – In death, I took up sword and slew. In death, the dragon’s wrath ensued. We had no choice. The dragon fumed. In death, he was consumed. – In death, our brother’s blood deplored, In death, our brother, did I gore, When I rose up and killed one more. His blood ensconced my sword. – From death, his mutterings are weak. From death, his voice, to me, it speaks. Entombed within my brother’s keep, Revived in death, he sleeps.

And there was war in heaven: Michael and his angels fought against the dragon; and the dragon fought and his angels . . . And the great dragon was cast out, that old serpent, called the Devil, and Satan, which deceiveth the whole world: he was cast out into the earth, and his angels were cast out with him . . . Woe to the inhabiters of the earth and of the sea! for the devil is come down unto you, having great wrath, because he knoweth that he hath but a short time.

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you should choose to turn the key The price is your identity “My identity?” Seth asked. “Key of Forgetting,” Humbuggle said. “Steep price for a big prize. Good luck!” The dwarf clapped his hands and vanished. “You have the key,” Celebrant said, glowering at Seth. “Maybe not,” Seth replied. “I saw you put it in your pocket,” Celebrant said. “Maybe that was a candy bar,” Seth tried. “It was a key made of jade,” Celebrant said. “And Humbuggle congratulated you.” Seth removed it from his pocket. Celebrant smiled. “Well done. This has been quite a game.” “If you say so,” Seth said. “What if I gave you and your sister a sporting chance?” Celebrant said. “I’d be incredibly suspicious,” Seth said. “Taking the glove from Kendra and turning her to gold would be no problem,” Celebrant said. “Same with changing you to gold. But that would end our game, and dragons love

No matter what has shaped you, you have the right to make choices, even if they lead to mistakes.

They were dry and tasted like dirt,

The sixth angel poured out his bowl on the great river Euphrates, and its water was dried up, to prepare the way for the kings from the east. And I saw, coming out of the mouth of the dragon and out of the mouth of the beast and out of the mouth of the false prophet, three unclean spirits like frogs. For they are demonic spirits, performing signs, who go abroad to the kings of the whole world, to assemble them for battle on the great day of God the Almighty. (“Behold, I am coming like a thief! Blessed is the one who stays awake, keeping his garments on, that he may not go about naked and be seen exposed!”) And they assembled them at the place that in Hebrew is called Armageddon. (Revelation 16:12-16)

We need to take this book with us,” Razik murmured. “We cannot steal a book from here,” Kat said in horror. “She’s right. We can’t take books from the Ekayan Island,” Theon said. “The sentries here have permission to kill someone on site for even trying.” “Okay, but there are two dragons in this room,” Eliza said. Turning to Luka, she added, “Don’t you steal shit? Razik steals bowls all the time.” “I do not steal bowls,” Razik growled. Then he added with a grumble, “This book is much larger than a bowl.

Will and his family or Terabinia. If I choose to save my people, that should include Janice. She’ll retain the throne in my stead? Certainly, he agreed. Assuming she doesn’t interfere while I’m enjoying the taste of William’s relatives. Just his blood relatives? Not Oliver, or Tabitha’s husband and in-laws? Tabitha’s family I will destroy entirely, but I’ve already agreed to let the boy live. However, if you wish to make this deal, I

You speak of how you have shifted events to find this child, yet I know you have shifted them more than you can grasp. We are inundated with nightmares about the wrath of the Unexpected Son. Terrifying visions of the vengeance of the Twice-Lived Prophet makes the young ones wake crying out in fear. Dreams of a Destroyer! Oh, yes, you have manipulated events, but your petty vengeance has cascaded us into a very dangerous place. ‘Blind he sees the way, and the wolf comes at his heels!’ The prophecy of the Unexpected Son had been fulfilled, to our detriment. It was done, and we looked to the newer dreams to find our way. But you, you have ‘woken the sleeping wolf, and stirred the dragons in him to fury.’ You have set us on a dark path indeed with your vanity and your anger, and your selfish need for vengeance!

Okay, but there are two dragons in this room,” Eliza said. Turning to Luka, she added, “Don’t you steal shit? Razik steals bowls all the time.” “I do not steal bowls,” Razik growled. Then he added with a grumble, “This book is much larger than a bowl.” Eliza rolled her eyes as Theon said, “That does have a familiar ring to it.

You deserve good things, and I want to give them to you

My love. My wife. My Elowen

Cayden Veles the Conqueror, the demon of Ravaryn, king-ender and queen-maker

Elowen Atarah the Dragon Queen, the firestorm made flesh, the queen of fire and daughter of flame, princess and rightful heir to the Imirath throne

I vow that my soul will never be parted from yours in this life and to find you in all the lives that follow, no matter the world or distance, because one life with you isn't nearly enough. However, if I have the mercy of dying before you, merely grasp the hand of my corpse and I will find a way to return to you, for you alone command my heart

Since we're on our way to Galakin, let's discuss how we'll get Prince Zarius to join us." "Kidnapping." "Blackmail," Elowen says. "Threats," Ryder adds

Fire burns in your blood. Your dragons are faster and fiercer, but you're the most fearsome of all

And so it begins." I nod. "To war, my love.

You shouldn't have gone for the face. My wife likes me pretty

Sirse is star, and veantia is light. I call you that not only because you love the stars, but because you guided me to a home I didn't know existed, and shone like a beacon through the darkness that's plagued me for years. I would relive every moment of my life, all the pain and suffering, knowing it would lead me to you. I don't belong to death, I'm yours, and I will find you in every life

Sirse is star, and veantia is light. I call you that (sirantia) not only because you love the stars, but because you guided me to a home I didn't know existed, and shone like a beacon through the darkness that's plagued me for years. I would relive every moment of my life, all the pain and suffering, knowing it would lead me to you. I don't belong to death, I'm yours, and I will find you in every life

My smile is all bloodstained teeth as I glare at the man, pointing right at him so he knows what's coming for him. Death

The dragon queen. Not the queen of Aestilian. Not the queen of Vareveth. A queen her people will follow to any land, to any end, to war and beyond

If I fail at being king, if I even falter and give our enemies an opening to exploit, I will lose you. I will lose everything I'm not willing to let go. You are my priority and mine to protect, not a throne or a kingdom

No matter who comes after us, they will know the founders of House Veles. The queen who brought dragons back into the world, and the king who conquered a kingdom to have her

Elowen's anger is cold, but her heart is warm and light. She loves fiercely and hurts deeply because of it. I never want to change a damn thing about her, I just want to be the one to protect that heart. I want it to be safe with me

My loyalty may be blood-soaked, but it has always been hers. Elowen is the light in my life, the only good part of me. She's the silence in the mayhem