Quotes About Provocation

You . . . person," he says; and again, "you nobody from Hell, you whore-spawn, you cluster of evil, you lawyer.

You know young Francis Weston? He that waits on the king? His people are giving out that you're a Hebrew... Next time you're at court, take your cock out and put it on the table and see what he says to that. ~ I do that anyway, if the conversation flags.

A decade of self-aggrandisement, since his daughter flashed her cunny at the king, has made Boleyn rich and settled and confident.

If another man were saying this, he'd be trying to start a fight. When Thomas More says it, it leads to an invitation to dinner.

Hold my coat while I belt Boupalos in the eye. I am ambidextrous and never miss a punch.

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

It's funny how you get under his skin." At first, I'm not sure I heard him right. I almost ask whom he's talking about, because I can't quite believe he's admitting that high and mighty Cardan is affected by anything. "Like a splinter?" I say. "Of iron. No one else bothers him quite the way that you do.

Kiss my ass Rath Roiben Rye

I thought I was playing the game of pissing off people who hated me already and eating the consequences.

Little did Prince Dain know that my real skill lies in pissing people off.

Someone tries to betray the High King, murder. Someone gives you a harsh look, murder. Someone disrespects you, murder. Someone ruins your laundry, murder.

I swear to fucking God, I will spray you again

You're terrible at this whole 'tell me whatever I want to know' thing." My hand goes to the crossbow, but I don't pick it up. He sighs. "Just ask me something. Ask about my tail. Don't you want to see it?" He raises his brows.

Our eyes meet, and something dangerous sparks. He hates you, I remind myself. "Kiss me again," he says, drunk and foolish. "Kiss me until I am sick of it.

You really dug your own grave," he mutters. "And I'm going to bury you in it." "Say that louder," I tell him, under my breath. "I dare you.

If I didn't have another reason to cross you, I would do it for spite.

A sharp tongue is no match for a sharp tooth.

He would make out with girls in front of her. He would make out with boys in front of her. He would wink at her from across rooms, daring her to criticize him.

if you're thinking of calling the guards, know that the only reason I have for not stabbing you in the throat is the fear that you might die loudly.' The Ghost gives me a small, wry smile. 'I would, you know. Very loudly. Just to spite you.

Cardan's face is serious, almost grave, in a way that he seldom allows himself to be. "When my father sent me way, at first i tried to prove that i was nothing like he thought me. But when that didn't work, I tried to be exactly what he believed i was instead. If he thought i was bad, i would be worse. If he thought i was cruel, i would be horrifying. I would live down to his every expectation. If i couldn't have his favor, then i would have his wrath.

Yes, fine,' he says, annoyed, trying to push my blade away. I hold it steady, so that the knife cuts in to his skin. He swears and puts a bleeding finger in his mouth. 'What was that for?' 'For fun.

I keep thinking of the lazy blink of Cardan's lashes over his coal-bright eyes. He looked gleeful, gloating, as though my fist tightening on his shirt was exactly what he would have wished. As though, if I struck him, it would be because he had made me do it.

Let's talk about your behavior tonight," says Madoc, leaning forward. "Let's talk about your behavior tonight," I return

Have I told you how hideous you look tonight?" Cardan asks, leaning back in the elaborately carved chair, the warmth of his words turning the question into something like a compliment. "No," I say, glad to be annoyed back into the present. "Tell me." "I cannot," he says, then frowns.