297 Quotes by Naomi Novik

Angry, I think. I didn’t remember ever being angry before. Anger had always seemed pointless to me, a dog circling after its own tail.

The Dragon hissed under his breath with annoyance: how dare a chimaera inconvenience him, coming out of season.

I knew it wasn’t going to help me. It was a warm kind presence in my hands, but with the kindness of a friend who sits with you in comfort by the fire and can’t change what’s wrong.

I do not care if Laurence tells me not to squash you.

I had roots, too, but not like that. I could be carefully dug up, and shaken loose, and transplanted into a king’s castle, or a tower built of marble – unhappily, perhaps, but I could survive.

No; they nearly drowned you, and not even on purpose but only through carelessness. I am not letting them have you back,” Temeraire said.

I laughed; I couldn’t help it. It wasn’t mirth, it was bitterness. “So the fairy silver brought you a monster of fire for a husband, and me a monster of ice. We should put them in a room together and let them make us both widows.

Laurence did not let anger go, but dismissed it to return later; the battle was not over.

I decided that Orion needed to die after the second time he saved my life.