Aeduan Iseult Quotes

“From the day she had stabbed Aeduan in the heart, that heart had become hers—and she would not let this be his end.”
― Susan Dennard, Bloodwitch

“She stole his breath now, and he had no breath to spare.”
― Susan Dennard, Bloodwitch

“Fireflies.”

“What?” Iseult splashed upright. Chill bumps raced down her arms.

“There.” Aeduan waved across the pond. “Fireflies. They’re good luck in Marstok, I’ve heard. And children make wishes on them.” There was something light to Aeduan’s voice, as if he …

“Are you making a joke?” Iseult pushed to her feet. Water droplets splattered across the stone.

“No.”

Iseult didn’t believe him.”
― Susan Dennard, Windwitch

“Her eyelids fluttered open. Aeduan was still observing the fireflies. “Did you make a wish?” she asked, and to her surprise, he nodded. A curt bounce of his head. “What did you wish for?”

He flexed his hands. Then shrugged. “If it comes true, then maybe one day I will tell you.”
― Susan Dennard, Windwitch

“His thumb moved, back up her palm toward her wrist. His skin was rough. His touch was not.”
― Susan Dennard, Bloodwitch

“It was then—at that moment—that it hit Aeduan square in the chest. Iseult was here. Not hunting after the Truthwitch but here, standing tall in a land of smoking embers. Before he could speak, before he could ask her how she knew of the Red Sails, an inhuman shriek filled the air. Louder than the receding rain, louder than the cannons’ roar.

It was the mountain bat, returned and plunging right for them.

Aeduan barely yanked Iseult sideways before its talons crashed into the stones.”
― Susan Dennard, Windwitch

“He wiped his face on his shoulder, then offered Iseult his hand.

She clasped it tight, her fingers lacing between his. Together they ran.”
― Susan Dennard, Windwitch

“As Aeduan stalked through the oaks of the Contested Lands, his pocket felt light without the arrowhead. He hadn’t realized how accustomed he’d grown to its weight. To its iron presence.

But now it was gone, and that was that. No dwelling on it. Simply moving forward.”
― Susan Dennard, Windwitch

“A figure in white coalesced behind the Firewitch. She walked stiffly, her hands extended and her eyes rolled back in her head. The salamander cloak’s fire-flap covered half her face. Ash coated her brow.

Aeduan didn’t know how the Threadwitch was here. He didn’t know why either. He only knew he couldn’t look away.

The Threadwitch walked, each step evenly spaced, to the Firewitch. He was a monster fully cleaved now, yet when he wriggled and snarled at Iseult, she showed no fear. No reaction at all.

Instead, she lowered the fire-flap on the salamander cloak, then with her mouth stretched wide … she snapped her teeth at the air.

The Firewitch collapsed. Dead.”
― Susan Dennard, Windwitch

“Then the earth boomed beneath her. It crunched and rocked, lifting her like a mother carries a child. All the way out of the water. All the way back to shore. Then the stones dropped Iseult into Aeduan’s arms.”
― Susan Dennard, Windwitch

“It was as Aeduan stared into her bloodshot eyes that a cannon boomed in the distance. South. Where the Threadwitch must now be.

Without thought, Aeduan drew in a long, deep breath. His power stretched wide; his witchery latched on to the scent of his own silver taler, still dangling from her neck.

Yes, she was south. Hurry, he thought, for clearly violence was breaking loose.

It always did in the Contested Lands.”
― Susan Dennard, Windwitch