56 Quotes About Assassins

A teenage boy with a Mohawk sat across from me, sneering. I’d seen that look before. Why was it a problem to knit in public?“My grandma knits.”I ignored him.“So what are you making, Grandma?” Mohawk’s voice was ugly.I arched my eyebrow. “A cashmere cock ring. Your grandma ever knit one of those?”The kid’s eyes grew wide, and he suddenly became very interested in a four-year-old issue of Teen Vogue.

Silent as shadows. Bold as night. Calm as wind. One shall die tonight.

Once, within the dark threads of her existence, love was the reason she fought through all her troubles. Now it was the same reason that drove her toward her uncertain fate. She would welcome her own death once everything was over.

Ayara was no saviour tonight. No, she wasn’t a saviour at all.Ayara Drogon was a Shadow Assassin and she was the personification of death.

She loved her mother, but she loved Kestrel more than her own life.

A short while later, as I stare down at the bodies of the six men I have just killed, I cannot help but wonder: Do I love killing? Of a certainty, I love the way my body and weapons move as one; I revel in the knowledge of where to strike for maximum impact. And of a certainty, I am good at it.

All my life, I've killed at the whim of a violent king.

I would remember them forever–their names, my reasons, the way their bodies slumped in death and their eyes stared through me. If I stopped, if I let their deaths weigh me down and keep me from being Opal, it was all for nothing. There was no going back. I was what I was, and they were a part of me now.

Her bare feet whispered across the floor as she approached him with the sort of stealth that only small children and trained killers possess.