Marie Mistry > Quotes

“Censoring and banning books is a mechanism of controlling others, a stepping stone on the path to silencing divisive thought. I am not a dictator. I'm a librarian. It's my job to encourage diverse reading. Society grows when knowledge and ideas are shared, challenged, and revised.”
― Marie Mistry, Liminal

“You came.” My voice is hoarse, scratchy, and layered with disbelief.

He pauses, turquoise eyes raking over my body, cataloguing the burns at my wrists, the black lines in my skin, and the torn fabric of my dress. Caed’s answer, when it comes, is a broken, resigned whisper. “You called.”
― Marie Mistry, Amidst the Insidious Courts

“Assassin?” I repeated, numb. “You wanted me to kill for you?!”

“What else were you going to do? Seduce the other side into accepting us with good orgasms?”
― Marie Mistry, A Demon's Horns

“Ewww gross! I can't believe you thought I'd copulate with him."

I cringe. "Please don't ever use that word again."

"Copulate? What's wrong with it?" I make a face at her.

"Nothing, just... never say it again in my presence."

"What about fornicate?"

Ugh , this is why I don't want kids. Was I this annoying as a teenager? "No."

"Coitus?"

"No."

"Intercourse?"

I glower at her. "It's fucking. Making love if you're into that wishy-washy bullshit, and sex if it's meaningless. No other terms."

"Not even boinking?”
― Marie Mistry, Traitor Witch

“Ele aperta o abraço, e sou tomada pelo pensamento perturbador de que isso pode ser uma conspiração para me abraçar para sempre.
“Lambert”, eu aviso. “Ainda posso banir você.”
A ameaça é completamente vazia, mas suficientemente familiar para que ele resmungue.
"Estou bem, chefe", ele promete, as palavras fazendo cócegas no meu ouvido. "Mas não quero parar de te abraçar ainda. Esperei muito tempo para fazer isso.”
― Marie Mistry, Arcanist

“Oh, fancy seeing you here.” Cas grins. “First time in the time-out zone?”
― Marie Mistry, Pirate Witch

“He wouldn't be smiling if she was going to her death," Val says, running a hand through his hair. "Fucking Seers."

Nos's frown is instant and defensive. "Don't blame themessenger."

"Fine. Fucking Fate.”
― Marie Mistry, Traitor Witch

“The other two branches are slightly more obscure. One is a stag’s skull, and the other a harp. Obviously one of them is for the dour knight and the other for the púca, but I have no idea which is which.
Is the grumpiest member of the Guard a secret musician?”
― Marie Mistry, Beyond the Faerie Gate

“She may be delicate, but she’s no pushover. Even when her own wellbeing hangs in the balance, she’ll stick to her ground. I roll my eyes at my own misplaced kernel of pride.”
― Marie Mistry, Across an Endless Sea

“But I still have questions..."

Petra rolls her eyes. "We all have questions, girl. Doesn't mean we deserve the answers.”
― Marie Mistry, Traitor Witch

“Lorcan, focus.” Praedra snaps her fingers in front of my face. “While Caed was in the Spring Court dungeons, his mark was discovered.” I cock my head to one side.

“Seems like a responsible person would cut his hand off to stop that happening again.” Excellent. More blood for my cap. It stiffens in anticipation, becoming a stovepipe top hat.

Caed’s fists clench so tightly that the wooden bolt he’s checking snaps in half. “Tempting, but why bother when we could remove the eyes from everyone who saw it?”

Oooh, the Fomorian speaks my language, and that offer is tempting. “Eyeballs are fun.”
― Marie Mistry, Amidst the Insidious Courts

“Grandma Anne, this one’s for you. I’m sorry for trying to write a fairy story without a banshee. Now, can you please stop telling everyone who visits you to read my ‘sex books’? It’s getting awkward.”
― Marie Mistry, Beyond the Faerie Gate

“I really, really hate magic. You'd think being hit with all that 'yer a wizard, North' bullshit would improve my shitty life, but all it's done is made it worse.”
― Marie Mistry, Liminal

“the people pretending the hardest are often more broken than the ones with their scars on display for the world to see.”
― Marie Mistry, Pirate Witch

“There are a handful of elders who know most of our history; the rest of us are too busy with the present to bother with the past. Fighting is more fun than memorising a list of glorious deeds the Ancestors accomplished.”

“You sound like Jaro,” I mumble. “He’s not one for reading, either.”

“Wolf boy?” Caed shakes his head. “Now I know you’re insulting me.”
― Marie Mistry, Across an Endless Sea

“What do you want?”

I snarl at her. “Glory for my father, an end to the war, and food for our people.” My eyes betray me, searching Rose out, tracing the dirt smeared across her cheek…

“You’re saying the right words…” Prae whispers.

“I mean them.” I force my eyes away from Rose. “This is just some fairy magic trick, like you said.” There’s no other reason for her to haunt my thoughts like this.

“It isn’t.”
― Marie Mistry, Across an Endless Sea

“I’m not sure which is worse, feeling like my emotions are about to burst out of my skin, or feeling nothing at all.”
― Marie Mistry, Pirate Witch

“Like you can talk. Yours is salmon.”

Lore looks at him, aghast. “Well, there’s only one solution, then.” A second later, they’re both gone.

“Great,” Drystan snarls. “We’ve lost our guide. You’d think as the mate of a legendary general, he’d have a little more self-control."

'Have you ever met a redcap who did?” Bree asks pointedly. “Because I haven’t.”
― Marie Mistry, Beneath a Shattered Sky

“Baby girl, I am so sorry," I whisper under my breath. Because there she is, a masterpiece of diamond-like crystal atop an altar of death, her face caught in a scream, a dagger buried deep and gleaming into her heart.”
― Marie Mistry, Liminal

“My sister—Annette—and I lived under her thumb for so long, and we drank the cure because we didn’t know any better. How can you believe that a system is corrupt if you’re raised to live on the benefits that same corruption reaps?”
― Marie Mistry, Pirate Witch

“In that moment, the two of us share a disgruntled bond; that of two males confronted with the worst torment imaginable. Shopping.”
― Marie Mistry, Beneath a Shattered Sky

“Everyone said I wouldn’t make it past the palace wall, as well, and I would’ve succeeded if not for your nephew walking in.”

“A child?” Sade snorts. “You let one child get in the way of ridding the world of that evil bitch?”

I level my best glare at her next. “I don’t traumatise children. My Goddess demands death, not the innocence of babies.”
― Marie Mistry, Pirate Witch

“That stupid kid is always withering the wrong people. First his parents, then his aunt when she took him in. If I hadn’t knocked the little fucker out, he would probably have killed her in a toddler tantrum.”
― Marie Mistry, Beneath a Shattered Sky

“Does he even realise how ridiculous he looks with his hair falling in his face like that? Not that Nilsa agrees with me. No, she’s blushing again. How is it that the fae hasn’t been able to speak to her for months and he’s still getting sweet blushes, big eyed stares, and heated looks out of her? Maybe it’s a sign I need to shut my mouth. I scoff at my own thoughts. Like that’s going to fucking happen.”
― Marie Mistry, Pirate Witch

“Small breasts, I muse, flicking my tongue against her sensitive bud before retreating to lick around it, are seriously underrated.”
― Marie Mistry, Pirate Witch

“And that is for the condescending, stuck up, winter fae attitude. Your mate deserves better than a prick who can’t even deal with his own emotional baggage.”
― Marie Mistry, Beneath a Shattered Sky

“He’s still in shock, but sooner or later, his trauma will catch up to him, and the anger will surface. Better we allow him to purge it in a way that brings him closure, than let it simmer beneath the surface and poison him.”
― Marie Mistry, Across an Endless Sea

“In the Stars, there is no more pain. Only joy and reunion with those we have loved. May your memory bring tears, then fond smiles, and finally peace to those who follow behind.”
― Marie Mistry, Pirate Witch

“Youth has a way of leaving you feeling vulnerable, even when you're anything but.”
― Marie Mistry, Liminal

“If you vow not to remove it, or ask another fae to take it off for you, then I will tell you if my scouts find out anything about Florian’s condition.”

Bastard. Using my brother against me? That’s just cruel. “How do I know you don’t already know something, and you’re just keeping it from me?”

He shakes his head. “Give me some credit, little queen. I’m not a complete asshole.” Could’ve fooled me.

I snort. “I don’t trust your promises, Caed. You swore an oath to protect me, remember? Look how well that turned out.”

“I’ve never harmed you—” I raise my brows, and he amends. “Intentionally.”
― Marie Mistry, Across an Endless Sea