6,395 Quotes About Fantasy

You will need powerful friends in Magrast, as your father did. Your future lies here, Valraven.

Trust you?” Varencienne laughed coldly. “I would as soon trust a shadow on the wind.

The last time I spoke to my mother about this matter, her aims were similar to ours in many respects, except that she wants Bayard as king. A sun king, who will unify the disgruntled realms through the power of the spirit.

The elements must combine to create a greater whole. You are fire, Bayard, and the firedrakes will bow to you, but we need the others.

Only the weak make of their weakness a virtue.

He is a survivor, who has held onto life and power with matchless tenacity. For this reason, he will eventually see reason.

The strangest thing about demons is that they come to love you. As much as they try to murder the very core of you when you first meet, they become your closest companions. I never asked for this devil on my shoulder. But my eyes are burning and I’m not alone. If you see a red gaze at midheaven, look away. It’s exactly as they say: hell is a hungry place.

Over the last ten years, when she could have been cultivating Varencienne’s friendship, she had left her to her own devices. What an oversight not to realize the quiet little teenager would turn into a stubborn and independent woman. Varencienne had been a nobody here in Magrast, hidden in the shadow of her brothers. In Caradore, she’d found status and power, things that any Malagash craved, although Varencienne herself would be the last to admit it.

She then pulled her own hair ties and ebony ribbons free, letting her curtain of hair fall from the bun. She ruffled her hair to match her brother's. The rest of the family didn't even hesitate. Off went the ties and ribbons. Straight black hair. Smooth brown curls. Dark, wiry curls. The hair flowed free.