Quotes About Power

It seems I have a singular taste for woman who threaten me.

You've manipulated the High King of Faerie into obeying you, but you can't find a way to manipulate one jerk into keeping our sister happy?

No, I cannot see myself serving Balekin.

Parece que tengo un gusto singular por las mujeres que me amenazan.

Jude,¨ he´d said, running a hand up my calf, ¨are you afraid of me?¨ page 207

Only out of his spilled blood can a great ruler rise.

Cardan puts up a hand.¨No, no, enough. Its all too tedious to explain. I declare this meeting at an end.¨ His fingers making a flicking gesture toward the door. ¨Leave us. I tire of the lot of you.¨ Page 165

I bet Cardan has never even tried pizza.

Jude Duarte, you will leave the High King's side,' Balekin says. At that tone, Cardan's focus narrows. I can see him straining to concentrate. 'She will not,' he says.

My father used to tell me that once begun, a battle was a living thing and no one could control it.

If you stop," she says, "I will also kill you.

I'm not afraid," Zacharov says, still looking at Anton. "It takes guts to kill a man with your hands. You don't have the balls.

You're more dangerous than daybreak.

Cardan Greenbriar.

The odd thing about ambition is this: You can acquire it like a fever, but it is not so easy to shed. Once, I was content to hope for knighthood and the power to force Cardan and his friends to leave me alone. All I wanted was to find some place to fit in here in Faerie. Now I wonder what it would be like to choose the next king.

But how did she make you agree?" I demand. "She has no power. She could pretend to be me, but she couldn't force you—" He puts his head in his long-fingered hands. "She didn't have to command me, Jude. She didn't have to use any magic. I trust you. I trusted you.

I imagine what it would be like to have my own crown, my own power. Maybe I wouldnt have to be afraid to love him. Page 305

A king is not his throne nor his crown.

She's going to want to wear your skull for a hat,' Oak warns. There is an uncomfortable shifting among the ex-falcons. Perhaps they are recalling their own choice to denounce her, their own punishment. 'And Cardan is going to laugh and laugh when she does.

But how did she make you agree?' I demand. 'She had no power. She could pretend to be me, but she couldn't force you-' He puts his head in his long-fingered hands. 'She didn't have to command me, Jude. She didn't have to use any magic. I trust you. I trusted you.' And I trusted Taryn.

He thinks of Elienad, lying beneath tables, listening to the inflections of lies. Watching the hesitations, the gestures, the tensed muscles. Learning a language the king was unaware he even spoke.

He had known only two rulers, both great and neither good. He did not know how to be any kind of King nor how to win, other than to be even more ruthless than they.

But for a moment it felt good to be awful, like looking down on the world from some great height.

And that means Madoc isn't just trying to take Cardan's throne. He's trying to take mine.