Quotes About Defiance

I cannot help observing that beneath his defiance is fear. I know what it is to say the clever thing because you don't want anyone to know how scared you are. It doesn't make me like him any better, but for the first time he seems real. Not good, but real.

He reaches toward me, as though he's going to run his fingers over the bruises. I bring up the crossbow, and he thinks better of it.

Taryn glowers, putting her chin up. 'I didn't want to fight.' 'Then you ought not to do so in the future,' Madoc says. 'There's no point in fighting if you're not intending to win.

You can't win when someone else makes all the rules

Because they could kill you!" "They better," I say to her. "Because anything less than that isn't going to work.

If you hurt me, I wouldn't cry. I would hurt you back.

I am going to keep on defying you. I am going to shame you with my defiance. You remind me that I am a mere mortal and you are a price of Faerie. Well, let me remind you that means you have much to lose and I have nothing. You may win in the end, you may ensorcell me and hurt me and humiliate me, but I will make sure you lose everything I can take from you on the way down. I promise you this"-I throw his own words back at him-"this is the least of what I can do.

I am going to keep on defying you. I am going to shame you with my defiance. You remind me that I am a mere mortal and you are a prince of Faerie. Well, let me remind you that means you have much to lose and I have nothing. You may win in the end, you may ensorcell me and hurt me and humiliate me, but I will make sure you lose everthing I can take from you on the way down. I promise you this ...This is the least of what I can do.

Dad," Vivi says. "Stay where you are. If you try to stop her, I've got plenty more arrows, and I've been waiting half my life to put you in the ground.

Get down on your knees," Cardan says, looking insufferably pleased with himself. His fury has transmuted into gloating. "Beg. Make it pretty. Flowery. Worthy of me.

If you hurt me, I wouldn't cry. I would hurt you back." The Cruel Prince

We show her that I am no feckless High king.' 'And how do we do that?' I ask. 'With great difficulty,' he says. 'Since I fear she is right.

I cannot seem to contort myself back in to the shape of a dutiful child. I am becoming unravelled. I am becoming undone.

I don't mind being one-handed,' Cardan interjects. 'But if you're going to restrain both of my hands, then you'll have to pour the wine directly in to my mouth.

I hate you," I whisper before he can speak. He tilts my face to his. "Say it again," he says as the imps comb my hair and place the ugly, stinking crown on my head. His voice is low. The words are for me alone. I pull out of his grip, but not before I see his expression. He looks as he did when he was forced to answer my questions, when he admitted his desire for me. He looks as though he's confessing.

He smiles down at me, as if the reason I'm on my knees is because I am curtsying. I want to wipe that smile off his face, but maybe I can't. Maybe he'll go on smiling that way to his grave. 'Can't we stay out here?' Cardan asks me. 'There's wine out here.

If he thought I was bad, I would be worse.

No," Vivi told him in her somber little voice. "I'm never going anywhere with you." "I'm your father," he told her, his voice harsh, rising like the crack of a lash. "You are my heir and my blood, and you will obey me in this as in all things.

He likes you this way, I think,' Cardan says. 'Flush-cheeked and furious.' 'I don't care what he likes,' I spit out. 'You seem to not care quite a lot.' His voice is dry, and when I look at him, I cannot read his face.

They're never going to respect me if I don't fight back,'' I tell her. She sights. ''They're never going to respect you, period.

Fight your fight," Let someone else worry about theirs." -Grima Mog

Then Grima Mog is there on her stag, taking the weight of his blade. Their weapons slam together, ringing with the force of the impact. "First I am going to kill you," she tells him. "And then I am going to eat you.

Si no puedo ser mejor que ellos, seré mucho peor.

For a moment, Cardan just stares at me with stupid, crow-black eyes. Then one corner of his mouth curls. "Oh," he says. "You're going to regret doing that." I don't think he realizes just how angry I am or how good it feels, for once, to give up on regrets.