Quotes About Loyalty

Leave,' Cardan tells Locke. 'I didn't summon her here for your pleasure.' 'You are most ungenerous. If you truly cared for me, you would have,' Locke says as he hops down from the dais. 'Take Taryn home,' I call after him. If it wasn't for her, I would punch him right in the face.

The mortals no longer want you.' Wren shook her head, because that couldn't be true. Her mother and father loved her. Her mother cut the crusts off her sandwiches and kissed her on the tip of her nose to make her giggle. Her father cuddled up with her to watch movies and then carried her to bed when she fell asleep on the couch. She knew they loved her. And yet the certainty with which Lord Jarel spoke plucked at her terror

I have been Madoc's protégé and Dain's creature. I don't know how to win any other way but theirs. It is no recipe for being a hero, but it is a recipe for success. I know how to drive a knife through my own hand. I know how to hate and be hated. And I know how to win the day, provided I am willing to sacrifice everything good in me for it.

She didn't have to command me, Jude. She didn't have to use any magic. I trust you. I trusted you.

Grima Mog whirls away, battling three knights from the Court of Teeth. She must have known them once, must have commanded them, but she fights them just the same.

I have seen what power does to people. And I have seen how those who pledge loyalty come to resent their oaths and wish for the destruction of the one who holds them. I was never less free than when I ruled.

Working for you will always be working for you.

Of course, my queen. Whatever is mine is yours.

every night for seven months and seven days, he must bring her a cube of fresh human flesh. He may cut it from himself or from another, whichever he prefers.

After all the humiliations I have suffered, all the things I have done for my mistresses at their commands, here I am in a dirty human restaurant, serving coffee to fools. For Kaye. Because I am free to. Because I think it would please her. Because I think it would make her laugh.' 'It's definitely going to make her laugh,' Corny said. 'Thus I am saved from my own grim self,' Roiben said, shrugging his shoulders, a small smile lifting his mouth.

I remember his words from the revel: Do you love me enough to give me up? Isn't that a test of love? I guess she passed the test, and I failed.

Jude Duarte, daughter of clay, I swear myself into your service. I will act as your hand. I will act as your shield. I will act in accordance with your will. Let it be so for one year and one day…and not for one minute more.

I would settle for even his worst self, his cruelest trickster self, if only he could be here.

Surely the idea of a few more months tied to me can't be such a hardship that you'd like to tie yourself to me for years.

I imagine that is I asked, she'd roll with me right here until we turned her white gown green and then thank me for the honour of my favour.' He smiles, going in for the kill, leaning toward me as if confiding a secret. 'Not that I'd be the first to green gown her.

I promised he would be free from all this. I lied.

He cuts his gaze toward his unpredictable, mortal High Queen, whose wild brown hair is blowing around her face, whose amber eyes are alight when she looks at him. They are two people who ought to have, by all rights, remained enemies forever.

Go ahead and tell them if you want, but you should know this—someone you trust has already betrayed you.

I suppose that's one good thing about being obedient and faithful and good. People think you will never surprise them.

I look down at my sisters, hurrying through the snow. My sisters, who despite everything, came for me.

The High King makes a nonchalant gesture. 'Jude likes to suppose the worst of both her enemies and her allies. Her reward is occasionally being wrong about us.' 'Hard to remember an occasion of that,' I say to him under my breath. He lifts a single brow.

Oak's hooves clatter against the floor, and then he's on his knees in front of me, all golden hair and fox eyes and worry. 'Wren,' he breathes, reaching through the iron bars, even though they singe his wrists. His fingers run through my hair.

I would live down to his every expectation. If I couldn't have his favor, then I would have his wrath.

After seeing what Balekin is like, I want Dain on the throne more than ever.