E.M. Knight > Quotes

“She might be,” Raul interjects. “We’re still not sure if she’s the one.”
― E.M. Knight, Wards of Night

“you r mother’s”
― E.M. Knight, Throne of Dust

“Silver. Hoards and hoards of silver, lining all the walls, piled as jewelry and cutlery on the ground, spilling out as coins and necklaces and rings from intricately- carved chests. Ancient suits of armor stand erect around me, made entirely of the accursed- metal.”
― E.M. Knight, Kingdom of Ash

“Time is a loop,” Sute volunteers. “Much like the source, it always was, it always will be. Sentient beings have a beginning and an end. To assign the same values to the universe is to make a mistake of horrendous proportions. There was no start to things. Just like there will never be an end. We exist on the winds of time and the fabric of light itself. What is light? It is energy. What is time? It is a loop through space, simply the illusion of forward movement. The truth is, it’s a perpetual loop. The scale of what I speak of is impossible for creatures like us to imagine. So, we make up hundreds of fables, all trying to lead us to that which we can never know—” she raps her knuckles against the table, “—never, that is, until we are returned to our celestial form, when we take on the purity of our soul and achieve the perspective we had before we were made into blood and bone in this reality.”
― E.M. Knight, Shadows of Mist

“Destinies and needs and wants, all shift and shimmer, like leaves dancing in the wind.” “How”
― E.M. Knight, Wards of Night

“man of stark passions. This woman knows exactly how to incite them… and how to calm them down. The King goes from barely reserved to ravenously passionate. I dare a quick glimpse at Dagan. He’s watching the display with complete apathy. But I cannot help but feel the stirring of some very bad, very unwanted emotions in my gut. I tear my eye away from the heavily muscled vampire. If anybody even suspected my secret… Quickly, I stem those thoughts. Better not entertain the horrendous possibilities. Eventually the King lets his woman go. He yanks her to his side and openly gropes her ass. Some of the rage has flowed out of him. “You should not chastise poor Riyu so,” Beatrice says sweetly. “If the fault lies with anyone, it is with me. Yes, I let both your lieutenant and his trusted under servant assume the command came from you. I take the blame.” Her voice turns sultry. “So punish me, if you’re going to punish anyone.” A growl of deep desire comes from the King’s throat. I don’t know the sort of bedroom games they play, nor do I want to. “Later,” he promises. “When we are in a more suitable space.” “The King can do as he pleases anywhere,” Beatrice reminds him. “Dismiss all these men, and have me now.” A trickle of discomfort goes down my spine. “I would, but I am not done with them.” “Then tell them what you want. But be quick about it. My recent activities have given me quite the appetite for…” She leans in and whispers the final word in his ear. It sounds a lot like “lock.” The atmosphere in the room shifts. Few know exactly the sort of experiments Beatrice runs underground. But all have heard the agonizing screams, the shrieks for mercy, which occasionally drift up from her “laboratories.” Vampires are ruthless killers. None of us shy away from a little blood. But what Beatrice”
― E.M. Knight, Throne of Dust