Quotes About Murder

the light, by the light, by the light of the bloodred moon. I'll be killing you soon.

You can't be jealous of me. You don't have to live at the sufferance of the same person who murdered your parents. You don't have to stay angry because if you don't, there's a bottomless well of fear ready to open up under you." I stop speaking abruptly, surprised at myself. I said I wasn't going to be charmed, but I let him trick me into opening up to him.

That's family for you. Can't live with them; can't murder them. Unless Barron rats me out to Yulikova. Then I really might.

There is no doubt in my mind that he means it, no doubt at all.Gasping, I pull the knife from my little pocket and stab him in the side. Right between the ribs. If my knife had been longer, I would have punctured his lung. His eyes go wide with shock. His grip on me loosens. I know what Madoc would say-to push the blade higher. Go for an artery. Go for his heart. But if I mange it, I will have murdered one of the favoured sons of Faerie. I cannot even guess my punishment. You're no killer.

Gavriel was half in love with death. He'd lost a lover to it and put his own brother in a grave, so maybe it was no surprise that he stalked murderers through the city streets, sinking his fangs into their jugulars and gulping down their blood. Every night, it was as though he avenged his brother by killing some stand-in for himself.

Oooooooh,' says Jack, correctly interpreting my silence for a confession. 'Is he your lover? Is this a ballad we're in?' 'A murder ballad maybe,' I growl. 'No doubt, by the end,' he says. 'I wonder who will survive to compose it.

They have a friend—" Tana began. "I have a friend, too," said Gavriel. "And I mean to kill him.

He gives me one of his most awful smiles. 'I suppose she'll have to be searched.' ... 'My husband was murdered,' I say. 'And whether or not you believe me, I do mourn him. I will not make a spectacle of myself for the Court's amusement when his body is barely cold.' Unfortunately, the High King's smile only grows. 'As you wish. Then I suppose I will have to examine you along in my chambers.

So did you murder Balekin?' Nihuar asks me, clearly able to put off her curiosity no longer. 'Yes,' I say. 'After he poisoned the High King.' 'Poisoned?' she echoes in astonishment, looking at Cardan. He shrugs, lounging in a chair, looking bored as ever. 'You can hardly expect me to mention every little thing.

If he were going to put regular people to death, he'd probably use some kind of cheap, regular person poison.

Your ridiculous family might be surprised to find that not everything is solved by murduer.

The three of you have one solution to every problem. Murder. No key fits every lock.' Cardan gives us all a stern look, holding up a long-fingered hand with my stolen ruby ring still on one finger. 'Someone tries to betray the High King, murder. Someone gives you a harsh look, murder. Someone disrespects you, murder. Someone ruins your laundry, murder.

A sword is a weapon of war, a dagger is a weapon of murder.

Cuando me permito pensarlo, no puedo culpar a Locke por elegirla a ella. Soy violenta. He estado envenenandome durante semanas. Soy asesina, una mentirosa y una espia

So he proposed to you," I say. "While the royal family got butchered. That's so romantic.

Mátalo. Mátalo antes de que consiga que lo ames.

I curse you," Valerian whispers. "I curse you. Three times, I curse you. As you've murdered me, may your hands always be stained with blood. May death be your only companion. May you-" He breaks off abruptly, coughing. When he stops, he doesn't stir.

Je moet die kat aaien, joh,' zegt Sam. 'Ze heeft je een presentje gebracht. Ze wil je laten weten hoe geweldig ze is.' 'Je bent een piepkleine moordmachine,' kirt Daneca. 'Wat doet ze?' vraag ik. 'Ze spint!' zegt Daneca. Ze klinkt verrukt. 'Lief poesje. Wie is er hier een ongelooflijke moordmachine? Ja hoor! Dat ben jij! Je bent een vreselijk wrede minileeuw! Ja, echt.

Your ridiculous family might be surprised to find that not everything is solved by murder," Locke calls after me. "We would be surprised to find that," I call back.

Your ridiculous family might be surprised to find that not everything is solved by murder,' Locke calls after me. 'We would be surprised to find that,' I call back.

The three of you have one solution to every problem. Murder. No key fits every lock." Cardan gives us all a stern look, holding up a long-fingered hand with my stolen ruby ring still on one finger. "Someone tries to betray the High King, murder. Someone gives you a harsh look, murder. Someone disrespects you, murder. Someone ruins your laundry, murder.

There is nothing more dread and more shameless than a woman who plans such deeds in her heart as the foul deed which she plotted when she contrived her husband's murder.

Tragedy made you petty and spiteful. It didn't give you any great knowledge or insight. She didn't understand a damned thing about life except that it was arbitrary and cruel, and some people got away with murder while others made one tiny, careless mistake and paid a terrible price.

People thought that tragedy made you wise, that it automatically elevated you to a higher, spiritual level, but it seemed to Rachel that just the opposite was true. Tragedy made you petty and spiteful. It didn't give you any great knowledge or insight. She didn't understand a damned thing about life except that it was arbitrary and cruel, and some people got away with murder, while others made one tiny careless mistake and paid a terrible price.