Jordan Fox > Quotes

“Both tales were steeped in tragedy. Yet, this fresh start could potentially offer a silver lining for them both. Uriel decided to be Rai’s soft place to fall and to stop his machinations to get back to Hiraeth. “Reflecting on my past decisions, I acknowledge they were not always the wisest. Perhaps it is not all dreadful. If not for my determination to mess up my own life, our paths might never have crossed.” Rising to his feet, Uriel’s hand extended towards Rai. “Your embrace brought me solace. Would it be too much to ask for you to hold me, to allow me to stay with you tonight?”
― Jordan Fox, The Aetherfire Conflict

“Reflecting on my past decisions, I acknowledge they were not always the wisest. Perhaps it is not all dreadful. If not for my determination to mess up my own life, our paths might never have crossed.”
― Jordan Fox, The Aetherfire Conflict

“The church had always made him uneasy. It rose around him in shadowed arches and cold stone, the air carrying that familiar mix of incense, old wood, and candle wax. Every surface crowded with gilded suffering.

Beauty, yes, but the kind that pressed down on the ribs, the kind that watched. Hardly surprising, he supposed, given his relationship with death.

Most vampires preferred to keep their humans alive, drinking from a dedicated pack or carefully curated group called Succor. They stayed within the laws of the prince of vampires, content to avoid the kind of endings this place glorified.

Lucian, however, had finer tastes. He liked to sample broadly. He still swore he’d tasted an angel once, though no one believed him. He’d spent years hunting for that being again and found nothing. The absence tormented him. It was one of the quiet engines behind his true ambitions.

Now he sat alone in the pews, staring up at the Catholic rendition of agony and sacrifice and at the supposed virgin who’d been railed by the Holy Spirit.

Footsteps echoed up the aisle, bouncing off stained glass saints and martyrs. A moment later, a priest slipped into the pew beside him.

“Father Murphy. Took you long enough.”

“Forgive me, Mr. Montague. I’ve been meeting with several of the local bishops on your behalf, and one of them was… reluctant.” He adjusted his glasses.”
― Jordan Fox, Infernal Hunger

“Rai pressed forward, weaving through the crush of bodies, his focus steady. Then, a moment that shattered him. Uriel leaned up, his lips meeting Lysander’s in a kiss that unfolded like a cruel trick of time—agonizingly slow and impossibly vivid.”
― Jordan Fox, The Dragon's Heart

“He wrapped Uriel in his own robe, a subtle possessiveness coloring his actions. It was as if he was silently declaring his wish to be the only one privy to Uriel’s vulnerability, the sole guardian of his exposed form.

At his silent command, his wings unfurled in a majestic display. They were imposing in size, cloaked in black feathers that glistened with an iridescent sheen.”
― Jordan Fox, The Aetherfire Conflict

“Its touch, like satin against fevered flesh, sent tremors through him. Warmth pooled in his veins with a dangerous allure. Uriel's breath quickened, and he wondered if surrender tasted like honey or poison.”
― Jordan Fox, The Aetherfire Conflict

“Uriel’s arms crossed defiantly, his gaze unwavering as he stared down at the magus. “I have killed people, Y’serris. I have been contemplating this for longer than you could imagine. You have a choice to make. It is either this, or I fear I may end up taking my own life on impulse, despite your wards. You cannot comprehend this slick, oily feeling that had been consuming me since my resurrection. I dread the person I might become if I am forced to continue down this path.”
― Jordan Fox, The Dragon's Heart