Quotes from Alethea Kontis

Have you ever had that moment when you looked back on something and said, 'Well, gosh, that seems obvious now... why didn't I see it then?' I like to call this the Face Palm Epiphany. Oh, hindsight, you magical, humbling thing.

He could not change the man he had been, but these hands would make him the man he could be

Gifts, like words, carried with them a great deal of power. They bestowed good fortune just as powerfully as they could curse; the could bind people together or tear them apart.

Somethings were meant to be and somethings were just meant to be good stories

If you did not indulge in fantasies, how else would you know if you were living an interesting life?

Sometimes 'Hmm' is the wisest thing to say.

It can't be 'true' love without the truth

When sad she brings the thunder And her tears, they bring the rain When ill she feeds a poison To us all to fell her pain Her smiles they bring the sunshine And the laughter and the wind And the birds they go on singing And the world is whole again. "Smile, sweet Sunday," Wednesday whispered in her ear. "The birds need your love so they can lift their wings.

May we all be doomed to a happy life.

There are four things that make a man fight as you just did," the duke explained to Rumbold. "Love, despair, anger, or insanity." Erik counted them off on his fingers. "Everything to lose, nothing to lose, someone's taken it, or you've lost it.

All of us heal in time. The strongest are born again. We only keep the scars we choose to keep.

Your fey cousin here has the miraculous ability to hold his liquor--and mine, and yours, and the king's, and half the country's, I expect.

Quit dwelling on other people's stories and make up some of your own.

Somethings were meant to be and somethings were just meant to be good stories

First time's a fluke; second time's a coincidence," said Velius. "Third time's tradition," finished Erik.

The curse of an interesting life: there are either very good times or very bad times.

So who is she? No wait, let me guess. Skin of the finest porcelain. Hair of the softest silk. A voice like birdsong, a smile like sunshine, and a mouth that would sate your brightest and darkest wishes. "You've met her?" "Oh yes, my friend. We all know her. We've all pursued her. Some of us have even been lucky enough to have her. We've been drunk on her sin, become fools of her favor. she might have borne a different face each time, but her name was always the same. Trouble.

Normal is all relative.

We are all fools blessed with the knowledge that certain events will come to pass no matter what path we take to get there. The wise ones follow their angels while they may.

Gifts, like words, carried with them a great deal of power. They bestowed good fortune just as powerfully as they could curse; the could bind people together or tear them apart.

No," Wednesday agreed. "You have tortured with silence. You let her grieve for a soul she did not lose, mourn a heart that should not have broken, and berate herself for betraying the man she loves...with the man she loves. It can't be 'true' love without the truth, Rumbold.

Everything in the world was about creativity: belief and creation. Storytelling was the essence of both.

Mama says I spend too much time in little fantasy worlds and not enough in this one.

She needed him to keep her sane, to make her laugh, to feel complete