Quotes About Defiance

The Empress doesn't get collared, or caged, or tortured.

I rose and turned to go. Over my shoulder, I said, "Go to hell, Aric." "Already here, wife.

The Archer always keeps an arrow in her quiver for you; interrupt my shot again, and I will give it to you directly.

Your future refuses to behave.

Kill the unclean one!" Being called that was really getting old. Like it'd been funny the first two times . . .

And they just let you enter after their effort? What should they have done, Mr MacRieve? I know exactly what I would have done. I know exactly how I would have retaliated.

Now, why don't you shove in a manpon and tug up your manties

Maybe when we got up on the bridge I'd jump, Last of the Mohicans their asses!

Joke 'em if they can't take a fuck. -NATALIE

Two tears in a bucket; motherfuck it.

Resisting her hold over him, the vampire yelled to the crowd, "Mark me, and listen well! I've won this tournament. . . . No one here can deny my victory. . . . I've won this crown"—he pointed his bloodied sword at her—"and Bettina as my wife." Claws digging into his chest, lungs failing, he bellowed, "I forsake you both!

Abyssian, understand me: I will escape you, and when I do, I will leave rubble in my wake! As she spoke, the fire flared behind her, twin spires above her head that resembled horns.

No longer a victim. I broke an altar with my werewolf lover. How fitting, how utterly empowering. Broke that bitch!

You have no idea about my pride, Russian. It burns so bright, I hope it fucking blinds you.

Then I remembered something. I was Lark freaking Inukai. I sat up, swiping my tears away. I defanged killers. I defused their aggression. I found out their weaknesses and exploited them ruthlessly. You don't know me, Death. Every

I have no more fucks to give. Okay, Vrekener?—

There, now, a good hiss never hurt anyone.

Fine. We can act like we're fuckups idling about. As per our usual. But if we cap a god, I'm telling everyone I know! Two words: Press. Conference.

RegRad: Screw U & the Lykae U rode in on.

He is harshing my buzz, and I am"—Regin turned to yell over her shoulder—"not interested!

But what will I do?" "Sit in here. Contemplate why others might feel moved to throw things at you." As he ducked out of the tent, she yelled, "You leave me tied up like a dog? Then you had better remember that this bitch bites!

You're not going to get me to wear a seat belt." At her look, he said, "Imagine the oldest, most stubborn, most cantankerous dog ever to live. He'd learn new tricks better than me.

I'm still a scarred and surly Irishman.

Nix, you beautiful bitch.