Veronica Douglas > Quotes

“Sometimes you ran so fast, you wound up tripping over your own feet and landing on your face. That was me in a nutshell.”
― Veronica Douglas, Wolf Marked

“I could run forever. He was so much larger than me—I had to take two strides for every one of his—but somehow, our pace became one as the lights across the lake flashed by. This is what he’d wanted. To run side by side. Just the two of us. Free. Jaxson nodded to the far promontory ahead. Almost there. The point. The finish line. Desire sparked in my mind. I realized I could win, no matter how big he was, no matter how fast. I was strong. I gloried in the knowledge. Memories of old races and past victories flooded into my mind. The final sprint. The burning in my muscles. The intoxicating call of the finish line. The tape breaking on my chest. Once, a decade ago, those moments of victory had been everything to me in a bleak and lonely world.”
― Veronica Douglas, Dark Lies

“As I told you, everything will change. Your friends, your family, your lovers. They will drain you dry, drop by drop. Every time you grant a wish, you give away a little of your soul. It may not seem like much, or even be noticeable at first. But if you live long enough, you’ll start to feel something missing, and you’ll always wonder what exactly you gave up.”
― Veronica Douglas, Broken Skies

“Remember this—genie magic manifests only in service to others. As a djinn, you have innate command over the sky and the wind—which is honestly more power than one being deserves. Wishes, on the other hand, call us to improve the world around us, not our own lives.” I mulled it over. “That seems a little unfair.” Her eyes burned, and her hand stopped mid brush. “Unfair? Tell me Nevaeh, what did you truly do to deserve your power? Study for decades like an archmage? No. You were born with it. The universe gave you an extraordinary amount of power you did not earn. It’s your job to earn it.” Her words were like a slap across the face, and I blushed as shame warmed my neck. Satisfied, she nodded and continued brushing the dog. “Think of it this way. The universe is putting a very large bet on you. It sees someone who can change the world, if only they had the right tools.” I swallowed. That was one heck of a bet. Mavia rose, placed the dog down on the ground, and gave me an expectant stare. “Now, it’s time for Louis’s walk. You’ve got one question left.”
― Veronica Douglas, Broken Skies

“Does everyone believe that seduction is a woman’s only power? I’m a huntress, for fates’ sake.”
― Veronica Douglas, Shadow Kissed

“Birds can’t fly. That’s why they have wings. To help them fly.” She pointed to Damian. “He can’t fly. That’s why he has wings. Because he can’t fly.” My brain squealed in pain. “I don’t understand.” The sprite was clearly frustrated and unsure of how to proceed. “How do you fly now?” “I just call the wind and push myself along.” A dozen wind sprites gaped at me, utterly horrified. “You what?” “I use lift?” I responded, completely at a loss. The sprite came close, and spoke in calm, reassuring tones, as if to a very stupid person. “You are a djinn. You are like us. You are like the wind. The wind doesn’t need lift. The wind doesn’t have wings. The wind is.” I was exasperated. “Fine. So how does the wind go where it wants to go?” “The wind decides where it wants to go and goes. It is the wind. This is the wind’s world.” “You’re going to have to explain.” The sprite flitted around me. “Where do you want to go? Just choose.” I picked a point in the sky and strained my muscles. Nothing happened. “Well?” The sprite raised her eyebrows. “I’m trying!” “Decide what you want. Reach out. Draw it to you.” I thought of the sky. Then I thought of Rhiannon. Of the palace. Of the isle. Reaching forth with something inside of me, I pulled. The world came rushing toward me, and I exploded through the sky. The air shook as I passed, and I pulled as hard as I could. Shock waves curled around me. I was alone at first, and then surrounded by sprites, spiraling in a celestial dance. Reaching out to my right, I pulled again, turning at an impossible speed. I should have blacked out, but I was unfazed. The sprites followed, a second behind. I am of this realm. I’d been told that when I’d arrived, but now I understood. I was the wind. This whole time, I had been fighting against myself, yet my body was the sky. I was limitless. Looking back, Damian was a distant speck. Any farther, and I would lose sight of him forever. I turned back and pulled, soaring in a rage of turbulence. I overshot and had to try again, slowing myself as I approached. “Hell,” he said, otherwise speechless. I was electrified. Flying before had drained me. This filled me with power, and I felt as if I could explode.”
― Veronica Douglas, Wicked Wish

“She would break me or save me, and I was utterly powerless to decide which. All I was certain of was that she was mine.”
― Veronica Douglas, Hunter's Kiss