205 Quotes by Sarah Monette

The briars of Malkar’s compulsion twisted round and round me, gouging me, mocking the truth I could not speak, mocking my pain.

I follow the voice, follow the sobbing and cursing, follow it down a twisting, tightening spiral until, somewhere far beneath the earth, among the roots on the monstrous clock, I find him.

Every maze has a monster at its heart.

There is a terrible weight to that never from Malkar Gennadion, who is also Brinvillier Strych-and who knows how many other names he may have had? Who knows how many lives he may have held and used and discarded, how many other lives he may have left ruined in his wake? I wonder if even Malkar himself knows any longer.

How easily we read each other when we’re out for blood.

I wanted to feel his strength; I wanted to feel him. I didn’t care how anymore. I just wanted him to touch me.

Mildmay’s anger was like a third person sitting between us-which was all the more unfortunate as there was barely room for two.

Powers and saints, if she was any flatter, they’d be using her to pave the roads.

Flat she might be, but not stupid.