Marie Rutkoski Quotes

“I want better choices."
"Then we must make a world that has them.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Kiss

“Once there was a girl who was too sure of herself. Not everyone would call her beautiful, but they admitted that she had a certain grace that intimidated more often than it charmed. She was not, society agreed, someone you wanted to cross. She keeps her heart in a porcelain box, people whispered, and they were right.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Kiss

“You talk about her as if she's made of spun glass. Know what I see? Steel.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Kiss

“It was different to give something up than to see it taken away. The difference, Kestrel said, was choice.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Crime

“For a moment she didn't understand what he wanted, then she drew the dagger he'd made for her and gave it to him
Arin looked it over---surprised, pleased. "You take good care of it."
She took it back. "Of course I do." Her voice was rough and wrong.
He peered at her. Friendly, he said, "Yes, of course. Is there a saying for it? 'A Valorian always polishes her blade.' Something like that."
"I take care of it," she said, suddenly both miserable and angry, "because you made it for me.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Kiss

“Maybe love was easy, she thought. Maybe her past wasn't vital as her present, she thought. But then she heard her father say that she'd broken his heart, and she could no longer believe that either thought was true.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Kiss

“The general's daughter? We'd be fools not to. You talk about her as if she's made of spun glass. Know what I see? Steel.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Kiss

“A window is just a window. Colored glass: mere glass. But in the sun it becomes more. She would show him, and say, love should do this.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Kiss

“After ten years of slavery, Arin knew obedience in its many forms. The fear of pain, the gritty promise to oneself of vengeance. Hopelessness. A grinding monotony broken just often enough by the strap or fist.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Kiss

“In the end she was here and he was free. She had done every thing she could. And he didn't even know.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Kiss

“You seem hard to hold, I guess. Your attention."

He took a moment to reply. "That might be true, usually. But you hold mine.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Midnight Lie

“Let Arin surprise us," Roshar said. "That's how we do things. He comes up with something brilliant and I take the credit.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Kiss

“—El dios de los tontos te quiere a su lado, Arin. ¿En qué estabas pensando para venir a la capital?”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Crime

“El dios del dinero también era el dios de los espías.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Crime

“«¿Qué estabas haciendo —recordó que le había preguntando el capitán a Thrynne en la prisión— escuchando tras las puertas de una reunión privada entre el emperador y el líder del Senado?»”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Crime

“Kestrel atesoraba el recuerdo de la canción de Arin. Era como miel en la colmena de su corazón.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Crime

“Roncaste tan fuerte que la gente de mis sueños se quejó.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Crime

“Sin embargo, Kestrel estaba despierta y reconocía el sabor de sus propias mentiras.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Crime

“Una valoriana resuerda sus deudas.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Crime

“Niégalo todo hasta que los dioses acaben contigo.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Crime

“—Mentirosa —le susurró.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Crime

“—Juré al dios de la lealtad que le serviría.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Crime

“—El beso fue muy dulce —añadió el jefe de los espías—.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Crime

“Levantó la mirada hacia la carpintería con volutas del techo y procuró cuidarse mucho de no insultar al dios de los perdidos.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Crime

“—El dios de la suerte debe de amarte —comentó Tensen.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Crime

“Dioses de la locura y las mentiras. Arin había enloquecido.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Crime

“Recordó el castigo del dios de la música, al que habían encerrado en el cuerpo de un árbol durante un ciclo del panteón: cien años de silencio.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Crime

“—¿Y cuando crezca y sea lo bastante grande como para comerse a un hombre?
—Entonces haré que lo cuide Arin.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Crime

“—¿Cómo conseguiste sobrevivir con esa boca que tienes, esclavito? ¿Le rogaste a tu dios de la suerte?”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Crime