Quotes About Citra

anyone's pocket. "I should like to be on a scythe committee one day," Rowan said. Citra looked at him oddly. "Why are you talking like Faraday?" Rowan shrugged. "When in Rome . . ." "We're not in Rome," she reminded him. "If we were, we'd have a much cooler place for conclave.

I should like to be on a scythe committee one day," Rowan said. Citra looked at him oddly. "Why are you talking like Faraday?" Rowan shrugged. "When in Rome…

But Citra could. She knew that calling, too. Their minds and bodies had spent a year being trained to be society's perfect killers. Ending life had become a part of who they were. And she couldn't blame him for wanting to turn his blade on the corruption that was rooting its way through the scythedom—but wanting to, and actually doing it, were two different things.

The thought of a scythe having milk and cookies before bed bordered on absurd to Citra.

Hope in the shadow of fear is the world's most powerful motivator. -Scythe (QUEEN CITRA #STAN)

Citra ate, even though she didn't have an appetite. Even though the whole world had slid off its axis. Breakfast was breakfast. How dare it be?

Citra wondered if all Chilargentine scythes wore robes that seemed not just handmade, but lovingly made. The woman spoke in Spanic and Scythe Curie responded in kind. "I didn't know you spoke Spanic

Good morning," Citra said groggily—then realized it sounded far too weak for a scythe. Even one who was currently incognito. She cleared her throat and spoke with more confidence. "Good morning," Anastasia said.

In spite of his pain and drug-induced haze, Scythe Faraday smiled. "Yes, your poisons. Are you my apprentice or not?" Citra couldn't help but smile right back at him. "Yes, Your Honor, I am.

The thought of a scythe having milk and cookies before bed bordered on absurd to Citra. But she suppose even an agent of death would have guilty pleasures.