Katie > Katie's Quotes

“no one can survive without their heart, and you're mine.”
― Tate James, Fake

“Mentally, I wrote a quick eulogy for my panties because they'd officially drowned.”
― Tate James, 7th Circle

“one thing I'm not, Hellcat, is over you.”
― Tate James, Liar

“Because she may be our Kit, but she was my Vixen. And no one fucks with what’s mine.”
― Tate James, The Dragon's Wing

“The edges of my black bra showed, and I gave zero fucks because it was a bra not a butt plug.”
― Tate James, Hate

“To the ones who don’t run with the popular crowd, the ones who get caught reading under their desks, the ones who feel like they never get invited, included, or represented. Get your leathers. We have dragons to ride.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“Xaden tilts his head, studying the king. “Violet.” My heart skips into double time. “My loyalty is to Violet first above everything, everyone else,”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“Do. You. Still. Love. Me?” I enunciate every word and lean right into his space just to prove that I’m not intimidated by him. He cups the back of my neck and pulls me within inches of his face—close enough to kiss. “I could reach the rank of Maven, lead armies of dark wielders against everyone we care for, and watch every vein in my body turn red as I channel all the power in the Continent, and I would still love you. What I did doesn’t change that. I’m not sure anything can.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“And he’s not my boyfriend.” Rhi snorts and Ridoc offers me a sarcastic thumbs-up. “Agreed,” Xaden says. “That’s far too casual a term for what we are.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“I’m jealous of the armor that holds you when I can’t, the sheets on your bed that caress your skin every night, and the blades that feel your hands.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“Your wings won’t hold the weight of this ice,’” Andarna blatantly mocks him. “And yet yours miraculously carry the burden of your ego.” “Go find a sheep and let the adults work.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“Tell me something, Violence.” A muscle in his square jaw ticks as he stares down at me, rippling the tawny-brown skin of his stubbled cheek. “Why is it always you?”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“All I want is to lose myself in you, and I can’t. You are the only person in the world with the power to strip me of every ounce of my control, and the only person I can’t fathom losing that control with.” He lifts his head. “And yet here I am, unable to keep three fucking feet away from you.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“Xaden is mine. My heart, my soul, my everything.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“She is warmth and light and air and love.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“I will save him.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“Oh gods, just stop flirting and fuck already,” Ridoc says. Every head slowly turns in his direction. “I said that out loud, didn’t I?” he asks me in a hushed whisper. “Oh yeah, you did,” I reply, patting him on his back. “Garrick’s going to blow you off the mat.” “Now that I might enjoy, depending on the method he chooses—” Ridoc winces. “I’m going to stop talking now.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“I have four uniforms, but only one fucking flight jacket, and I”—punch—“hate”—punch—“sewing!”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“And consort?” I whisper. “We aren’t married.” He fucking smirks. “I’ve noticed. But ‘girlfriend’ is missing that permanent tone.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“Let’s get three things straight, Your Highness. First, I have remarkable hearing thanks to the shadows at your very feet. Second, I don’t control Violet. Never have. Never will. But third, and most importantly—” He lowers his voice. “She really, honestly hasn’t thought about you. At least not since the second she set eyes on me.” I’m going to fucking kill him.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“I love you so much it hurts.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“I heard you saying you’d kill my grandson if he took another step toward your beloved, young man. How illogically, toxically romantic of you. Have to admit, that kind of confident violence isn’t what I pictured when Asher talked about you, but the brown hair, those…I guess they’re brown eyes, and how utterly smitten he predicted you two would eventually be for each other? Well, he described you almost perfectly, Dain Aetos.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“That you’re an asshole? Absolutely.” Xaden holds up his finger. “And insulting you isn’t against the Code of Conduct. I checked.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“She really, honestly hasn’t thought about you. At least not since the second she set eyes on me.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“He cups the back of my neck and pulls me within inches of his face—close enough to kiss. “I could reach the rank of Maven, lead armies of dark wielders against everyone we care for, and watch every vein in my body turn red as I channel all the power in the Continent, and I would still love you. What I did doesn’t change that. I’m not sure anything can.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“And don't think that has anything to do with this." He points to his eye.
"I'm aware in the moments I lack emotion. You and Garrick don't need to share little oh no glances. I already feel it. It's like sliding over a frozen lake while a shrinking part of me screams that I'm supposed to be swimming in those pieces I've bartered away, and those feelings are right beneath the surface, but fuck is skating faster and a hell of a lot less messy. This shit?" He swings his finger back toward the house. "It's messy and painful and infuriating, and if I could choose to give this portion of myself away, so help me, Malek, I would. I get it now. It's not just the power that's addicting; it's the freedom to not feel this."
"Xaden," I whisper, all but bleeding out by the time he finishes.
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"Don't barter it away." I beg as he stares at the sea and the words spill out of me faster and faster as his eyes harden and he resurrects the defences it took me a year to break past. "The pain. The mess. Give it to me. I'll hold it. I know that sounds ludicrous, but I'll find a way." I lace our fingers. "I will hold everything you don't want to feel because I love every part of you."
"You already hold my soul and now you want my pain? Getting greedy, Violence." He brings my hand to his mouth and brushes a kiss over my knuckles before letting go.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“Did you love him?” he repeats. “Holy shit.” My hands fall from his jacket. “You’re actually jealous.” “Yes, love, I’m jealous.” He splays his hand over the small of my back and tugs me toward him. “I’m jealous of the armor that holds you when I can’t, the sheets on your bed that caress your skin every night, and the blades that feel your hands. So, when the prince of our realm walks into my classroom and starts talking to the woman I love with what can only be considered intense familiarity, and then has the audacity to ask her out right in front of me, naturally, I’m going to get jealous.” He brings our bodies flush.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“It really pisses me off when you guys act like my sense of humor somehow lessens my ability to show up for our squad.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“And it’s always the same fight.” He lifts his hand to his chest. “I’ll trust you if you stop keeping secrets!” He drops the hand and scowls. “It’s my secretive nature that attracted you, and why can’t you just stay out of harm’s way for five fucking minutes?” Rhi laughs so hard she nearly chokes.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“Both,” Xaden replies. “I don’t want to be different people to you. Anyone else? Fine. Just not you. You’re stuck with all of me, and all of me is quite capable of keeping your confidence.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm