6,395 Quotes About Fantasy

Varencienne had become a true woman of Caradore, as was right and needful, but she was a spirited young woman. She liked to believe she had autonomy.

Her daughter was not related in blood to Ellony Leckery, yet it seemed as if she’d somehow managed to inherit her namesake’s rather fey nature. Pharinet, Valraven’s sister, insisted young Ellony was far stronger, braver, and more robust than the original, but there was no doubt she was highly sensitive, and sometimes this affected her badly.

Many people called them the Lions of Magrast, but Varencienne had heard her husband refer to them as wolves, and this description seemed more apt: pale wolves, with gemstone eyes, tongues lolling in the dark, panting, waiting, claws clinking along the bare passages of the palace.

It was as if Tatrini had been waiting for the right moment to show her claws, and her image to the people now seemed part of a carefully contrived plan.

Life moved so quickly. You didn’t realize it until you paused to reflect.

His books were spilled onto the floor, their pages creased beneath them like the broken wings of birds

As if the elements themselves were relieved the ceremony was over, the sun had begun to shine wanly through a gap in the clouds.

Unaware of the discussion of his fate, Valraven Palindrake VI was sitting beneath one of the long testle tables, hidden by the tablecloth, in thrall to his uncle, Leonid.

The prince had led Rav beneath the tables, telling him it was the best way to eavesdrop on adult conversations. Rav wasn’t sure why they should want to do that, but complied, glamorized by Leo’s startling pale Malagash beauty and knowing eyes.