Quotes About Valraven

The valraven, for all his size and weight, cupped air and settled behind Cristokos silently, except for the hiss of steam and the creak and tick of metal.

It was a sacrifice. At that moment, she realized that Valraven too was a sacrifice. Not one of blood, but of something else, perhaps spirit. He had been sacrificed to Madragore.

Caradore was not at rest. Ghosts walked there unseen: the shade of a younger, more innocent Valraven, Ellony, Thomist, Pharinet's parents, and even Khaster, although he had not lived there. His shade would be beautiful, sensitive and mournful.

Valraven is confused by feeling. It sends him reeling, which is both endearing and exasperating.

He knew he was drawn to the Dragon Lord, but it was not a sexual feeling, nor even one of admiration or affection. It was beyond words. In his mind, it resembled a billowing cloud with dark edges. What was hidden within it? Valraven stood tall and still, his black hair gleaming in the clear sunlight. He looked like a proud stallion, eyes wild. Tayven had no doubt he could sense scrutiny.

The day he had made his covenant with the cosmos had been the day he had made himself into a channel for higher powers. The dragon daughters were Valraven's creatures. He had to trust they would act only on his behalf.

I think Sinaclara identifies Valraven with her beloved peacock angel, and more than a touch of romance colors her convictions.

Almorante will make a competent emperor, but he is not the beautiful sun king. When you defeat the dark lord, Valraven Palindrake, your name and your reputation will shine.

Merlac's arresting mélange of sweet and bitter flavors was still a novelty to Valraven.

She told herself she wanted to know what was in his mind. She told herself she was intrigued by him because of his relationship with Valraven. But in her heart she knew the truth: there was power in him that he could show her, that she could learn about, power that Ellony could never have. Also, he was very attractive.

Everything that he saw and heard about the city filled him with distaste, yet Valraven seemed to embrace it.

When Almorante gets an idea, he pursues it until it's brought to the ground." "What idea?" "He wants to cultivate you. You are Caradorean, and a kinsman by marriage of the Caradorean who holds the emperor's right hand." "You mean Valraven? We are not close friends." "Not anymore, no. That only makes you more valuable.

A dull ache in her breast was the invading presence of her love for Valraven. She could not speak these words without thinking of him. He was the sea inside her.

Perhaps she and Bayard had an affinity in the forbidden nature of the love they both felt for Valraven.

No one other than Valraven Palindrake could lead the Magravandian army. He is its heart. He is like Bayard, Leonid's son, who is equally demonic. They deserve each other.