Quotes About Confrontation

Now, if anyone in the Refectory bothers you, you can chop off their head, Aaron thought cheerfully.

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 think I'm weak.' 'You are weak,' I tell her. ''You're weak and pathetic and I-' 'I'm a mirror,' she shouts. 'I'm the mirror you don't want to look at.

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

My lady, the tiger

We did not send for you, and we do not need you!' Randalin begins, clearly intending to give some servant- probably Fand- the tongue-lashing he wishes he could bestow on my person. Then he blanches and lurches to his feet. The High King stands in the doorway. His eyebrows rise, and a malicious smile pulls at the corners of his mouth. 'Many think that, but few are bold enough to say it to my face.

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.

I wish I could punch him in his smug face and show him how undeterred I am by his exile.

We can enchant you to run around on all fours, barking like a dog. We can curse you to wither away for want of a song you'll never hear again or a kind word from my lips. We're not mortal. We will break you. You're a fragile little thing; we'd hardly need to try. Give up.' 'Never,' I say. He smiles, smug. 'Never? Never is like forever- too big for mortals to comprehend.

To the incompetence of our enemies.

Deny it, then," I yell. "Deny me!" He cannot, of course, so he does not.

I am going to kill you," Tamara said very calmly. "I am going to sort your guts into piles.

Bring me the crown, Cardan,' Balekin says. Prince Cardan turns on his elder brother the same cool and calculated gaze with which he has regarded so many other creatures before he's torn the wings from their back, before he's cast them in to rivers or sent them from the Court entirely. 'No, brother. I do not think that I will. I think that if I did not have another reason to cross you, I would do it for spite.

Charlie's fingers closed around the bat and she pushed herself to her feet, shaking with adrenaline and fear and rage. With no good ideas, she was going to go for the bad one. They better carve that on her tomb. The Charlie Hall credo.

soul." "There cannot be," said Ravan. "A person cannot be Devoured by their own soul. It would be like being murdered by life.

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.

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

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.

Let me make you an offer, little goat. We spar. If you lose, my cap is returned to me, unburnt. I continue to hunt as I have. And you give me your littlest finger.' 'To eat?' I ask, taking the flame away from the hat. 'If I like,' she returns. 'Or to wear like a brooch. What do you care what I do with it? The point is that it will be mine.

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.