Sara C. Roethle > Quotes

“I was going. Everything would be all right . . . Yeah, and pigs can fly.”
― Sara C. Roethle, Xoe: or Vampires, and Werewolves, and Demons, Oh My!

“I may be a creature of the night,” he wiggled the fingers of his free hand in the air in mock spookiness, “but I happen to enjoy running water and electricity.” I snapped my fingers in an aw shucks gesture and said mournfully, “You’ve shattered all of my illusions.”
― Sara C. Roethle, Xoe: or Vampires, and Werewolves, and Demons, Oh My!

“I tried to distract myself by reading the various things that people had carved into the tabletop over the years. I traced my finger over a star that was carved deeply into the wood. Our school was either too cheap to buy new tables, or else they were smart enough to know that the new ones would be carved up within weeks. Curse that teenage angst.”
― Sara C. Roethle, Xoe: or Vampires, and Werewolves, and Demons, Oh My!

“Someone had to make you,” she explained. “And everyone else seems to be terrified of hurting your feelings. I wouldn’t be your friend if I wasn’t honest with you.”
― Sara C. Roethle, Queen of Wands

“They were fools to believe that the rich cared for their well-being, even as they depended on the food from the now abandoned farms.”
― Sara C. Roethle, The Melted Sea

“The world would be a lovely place if we could wash away fear and bad memories, but it wasn't a lovely place. I'd seen the ugliness of the world long before I'd learned to live in fear of making it worse.”
― Sara C. Roethle, Bitter Ashes

“Finn glanced around the room once again for Maarav, concerned by the meaning of his disappearance. She felt at that moment she needed a lot more rescuing than the Traveler had to offer. “Do they intend to harm me?”she asked, hoping to glean more information.”
― Sara C. Roethle, The Melted Sea

“You learn to focus on the living,” he explained, still embracing her. “People will always die. It is simply a fact. Sometimes it feels like the grief will kill you, but it doesn’t. You continue living, even if you feel you no longer deserve life. Those pieces of your soul will remain missing, but eventually, you will not notice them as much.”
― Sara C. Roethle, Queen of Wands

“Finn had felt the fates shift that night, and knew with a surety that she would see the siblings and their hired sword again. She knew it like she knew a storm was coming, back when she was a tree. She felt the pressure of it building, telling her that a downpour was on its way.”
― Sara C. Roethle, Tree of Ages

“When Finn awoke, the sun was halfway across the sky. It was at that blindingly bright point of the day that she always enjoyed the most. Yet her insides were so cold, she barely felt its heat. Insides? Her insides were usually more solid than her outsides. And why was her vision so . . . so, conical? It must have happened in the fall. Oh gods, she had fallen. So why wasn't she dead?”
― Sara C. Roethle, Tree of Ages

“You are the most loving creature I have ever known,” he muttered. “You may feel you have nothing to offer, but you love everyone as fiercely as most only love a single person. If anything, you have too much to offer.”
― Sara C. Roethle, Queen of Wands

“Why bother being nice to someone I secretly dislike?”
― Sara C. Roethle, Xoe: or Vampires, and Werewolves, and Demons, Oh My!

“Men were complex enough to begin with. Give them a thousand years and they only got worse, like ever-growing labyrinths of smugness and bravado. Mikael”
― Sara C. Roethle, Collide and Seek

“forced my sneakered feet to continue forward towards the school, focusing on the”
― Sara C. Roethle, Xoe: or Vampires, and Werewolves, and Demons, Oh My!

“I fear another war is upon us, and I do not think you came back to the realm of mortals on accident. We cannot sit idly by when the signs are all in front of us.”
― Sara C. Roethle, Tree of Ages

“He looked to their other companion, Iseult, the guard they'd enlisted before leaving the Gray City. At least Anders liked to think of him as a guard. In reality he was more of a mercenary, taking whatever job paid regardless of how lawful the job might be.”
― Sara C. Roethle, Tree of Ages

“new room was cleaner than the one I'd visited, but just barely. This room also had a full man, and not just a hand. The man hung limply from a set of manacles hammered into the wall. His chest was bare except for a decoration of deep cuts and bruises across his tanned skin. Blood had soaked into his blue jeans, staining the fabric. The man looked up from under sweat-matted hair as we entered the room. At first the look was distant, but as he noticed me his eyes widened and he began to struggle against the manacles. He thrashed about, revealing that in”
― Sara C. Roethle, Bitter Ashes

“Shakespeare was right. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.”
― Sara C. Roethle, Xoe Meyers Trilogy

“He turned to his twin sister, Branwen. She obviously had not even noticed the old man, or the girl that had accompanied him. Branwen was poring over a decrepit book on the history of their current burgh. Tomorrow there would be another book, as they would be heading toward another burgh. For the life of him, Anders could find nothing interesting about any of the little hamlets they'd passed through, but his sister acted as if each new place held great historical significance. She had loved books as a child, and now she would see the places she had read about for the very first time.”
― Sara C. Roethle, Tree of Ages

“The night was still and quiet as the three companions slept deeply. Then, a slight shudder could be felt below the earth around the three sleeping forms. Ever so slowly, serpent-like roots forced their way out of the damp soil, searching for their quarry. As they freed themselves, they began to creep across the still form of the Dair Child, crawling up her legs, torso, and finally her face, until all that could be seen was a strand of long, dark-blond hair reaching toward Iseult's sleeping form as if begging to be saved. She should never have gotten so far. Time was running out.”
― Sara C. Roethle, Tree of Ages

“feast for the eyes.”
― Sara C. Roethle, Reign of Night

“Anna’s fingers ached, tired from gripping her daggers. Her weapons seemed a feeble force against the Aos Sí. Inhumanely graceful, they’d likely skewer her before she could blink. The Reivers were strewn in bloody piles before them, making Anna grateful for the darkness. It had been a while since she’d seen so many bodies freshly killed. The Reivers had fought their best, but had not taken down one of the Aos Sí. Not a single one. Gazing at the approaching warriors, shimmering softly with magic only seen by her, she gulped.”
― Sara C. Roethle, Queen of Wands

“Finn, short for Finnur. She had confirmed it. Iseult did one final circle around the inn as he went over every word she had said to him, looking for any evidence to further confirm his suspicions, though he was unsure of what he hoped to find. He had lied when he told her that he'd come outside to investigate the stumbling footsteps. It was merely a coincidence. He was as much a denizen of the night as any sword-for-hire, but that was not why he had ventured out. Finn had been on his mind since he'd first seen her in the common room. There was pressure in the air like a storm was coming, and storms always made Iseult uneasy. Growing up on the sea would do that to a man.”
― Sara C. Roethle, Tree of Ages

“Anders felt himself rolling his eyes at the thought of the travelers from the Gray City. The city's traditional name was Sormyr. Sormyr was originally built with wrought iron and basalt. It had been altogether imposing in its darkness. The only problem was that it stood near the sea, so that over time everything became caked in salt and other minerals. The city dwellers did their best to scrub the minerals away, but most of the buildings turned to gray. Hence, the Gray City.”
― Sara C. Roethle, Tree of Ages

“Àed ran ahead like a hound with a scent, impervious to the darkness, with his mule- horse bouncing right along behind him. Iseult and Óengus pushed their horses to a trot just to keep pace. The old man moved astonishingly fast.”
― Sara C. Roethle, The Tree of Ages: Books 1-2

“The soup on the wood stove smelled divine. Finn had never understood what hunger was. She had known thirst, and felt a certain lacking during the winter months when the sun was out less, but it was nothing like the pain she was feeling inside her belly right then. She wondered how humans ever got anything done with such incessant pain.”
― Sara C. Roethle, Tree of Ages

“Now this sadistic murderer was my lifeline. He was the only person I had left to trust. It was just me and the Devil, running through the woods.”
― Sara C. Roethle, Fated

“He’d smiled up at her. “Something protects these items from you,” he’d mused, knowing it was the truth. Keiren possessed the sight. She could see the future and past, and could find any person she wanted in the blink of an eye . . . though she hadn’t bothered with finding Óengus in many years.”
― Sara C. Roethle, The Melted Sea

“We may believe the past is what matters most to us, but really, it is the present and the future. It is hope that matters most.”
― Sara C. Roethle, Tree of Ages

“sandwich,” he said good-naturedly, obviously not upset with the arrangement. That made one of us.  I took another bite of the dry sandwich and had even more trouble swallowing than before. It had seemed like a good idea to eat, but now each bite was beginning to feel like heavy lead in my stomach. I put the sandwich down on the plate, suddenly disgusted with it. “Black isn't your color,” Alaric commented. “I tried to pick your clothes, but I was over-ruled.” “Who picked them?” I asked, feeling uncomfortable that he cared what I wore.  “Sophie,” he replied. “She chose them before you arrived.”
― Sara C. Roethle, Bitter Ashes