205 Quotes by Sarah Monette

With vitality, her face became beautiful, and her purring laugh was like a gift.

It’s most likely residue of the spell that made you fear her voice in the first place. Like the way the smell of smoke lingers in your hair or clothes.

His eyes were green and cold and brilliant with murder.

Isn’t it what you want, to have every man who sees you desire you?

I wasn’t frightened of him physically, but the way he looked at me made me feel insubstantial, as if I were merely a veil between him and the woman he had desired for nearly thirty years.

Mildmay did not deserve my rage, my darkness, the lust for pain surging in my blood.

My nerves still raw from the confronation with Astyanax, I was burningly aware of Mildmay’s beauty, his bones, his grace, the walls and shadows in his eyes. Burningly aware that he was my brother and, more than that, he did not want me.

He smiled. Not one of the dazzlers he used to get his own way. Just a smile, a little one kind of crooked. And Kethe, it was like I’d never been made at him at all.

He had been exercising the caution of the fox he resembled, who walked into nothing without checking first to see if it was a trap.