Maven Calore Quotes

“Not all crowns are worn where people can see.”
― Victoria Aveyard, War Storm

“Our paths may be horrible, but they're the paths we made for ourselves.”
― Victoria Aveyard, War Storm

“And his eyes are worst of all. Her eyes, Elara's eyes. Once I thought them cold, made of living ice. Now I know better. The hottest fires burn blue, and his eyes are no exception.”
― Victoria Aveyard, King's Cage

“I can't let the mistakes I've made bury me.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Glass Sword

“I could set this world on fire and call it rain"- Maven”
― Victoria Aveyard, Red Queen/Glass Sword

“You could have been my red queen.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Red Queen

“Maven stares after his fleeing brother. “He does not like to lose. And”—he lowers his voice, now so close to me I can see the tiny flecks of silver in his eyes—“neither do I. I won’t lose you, Mare. I won’t.”
"You'll never lose me.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Red Queen

“And somehow everyone calls me a monster.”
― Victoria Aveyard, War Storm

“I am well accustomed to darkness by now. What's a few more miles?
Nothing at all.
I've always felt darkness all over me, stubborn as a stain. It follows wherever I go.”
― Victoria Aveyard, War Storm

“Those who know what it's like in the dark will do anything to stay in the light”
― Victoria Aveyard, King's Cage

“I ache for my ability the way I ache for Mare, for Thomas, for who I was supposed to be.”
― Victoria Aveyard, War Storm

“It sets something off in Maven. He jumps out of reach, keeping his distance from all of us. The twitching returns in force, but his eyes blaze, all fire. No fear.
"You think I can't lie through pain," he snarls, his voice thundering through the room. "You think I haven't done it a thousand times?"
...
For a brief, empty moment I see nothing but darkness, and I try not to think of Maven. His words. What his life was and continues to be.”
― Victoria Aveyard, War Storm

“My heart leaps in my chest when her feet slide. Moving sideways. Not closer, not farther. Now it's her turn to prowl. Even though she's only walking, it feels like a dance. I mirror her movements, stepping with her. She's more graceful than I am, a lithe thief born of many years and many twists of fate.
...
The sparks reflect in her eyes. They shudder from brown to purple, giving her an unearthly look, like her gaze might run me through.
Part of me wishes she would.”
― Victoria Aveyard, War Storm

“The hottest fires burn blue, and his eyes are no exception”
― Victoria Aveyard, King's Cage

“It would hurt him deeply, wound him forever, if I let him glimpse what little is left of me. That I'm still here, in some forgotten corner, just waiting to be found. I could ruin him in one glance, one echo of the brother he remembers. Or I could free him of me. Make the choice for him. Give my brother one last proof of the love I can no longer feel, even if he knows it.”
― Victoria Aveyard

“She wasn’t enough for me either. Enough to make me change, to pull me back from what I’ve willingly become. I wonder if Thomas would have been enough.”
― Victoria Aveyard, War Storm

“Now I am king and you could have been my Red Queen. Now, you are nothing.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Red Queen

“Good-bye, Maven,' Cal says, his voice broken. He isn't really speaking to me.
The farewell is for another boy, lost years ago, before he became what I am now. Cal lets go of him, the Maven I was. The Maven I still am, somewhere inside, unable or unwilling to step into the light.

Despite all our difference between us, we have this in common. We use our pain to destroy.

'Good-bye Cal,' I say to no one.
Weakness, my mother answers.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Broken Throne

“He must be blessed, by someone or something. My only consolation is knowing I'm right about him, and always will be.”
― Victoria Aveyard, War Storm

“M for Maven. M for mine. M for monster.”
― Victoria Aveyard, War Storm

“You want to thank me, Barrow?" she mutters, kicking away the last of my bindings. "Then keep your word. And let this fucking place burn.”
― Victoria Aveyard

“I could set the world on fire and call it rain”
― Victoria Aveyard

“I know my brother. It comes down to it, to saving your life or saving his crown, we both know what he will choose.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Red Queen

“I can feel him slipping down not just the hall but a dark and twisted path. It makes me afraid for the boy who taught me how to dance”
― Victoria Aveyard, Red Queen

“Cal stares at me, eyes full of accusation. And longing. This time he takes me by surprise when he steps closer, and I fall back on my heels. “Did your mother destroy you entirely? Is there anything left of you?” he asks, searching my face. “Anything that isn’t hers?”
He won’t tell me what he’s looking for, but I know. Despite the walls my mother built around me, Cal always manages to weasel through. His hunting eyes fill me with sorrow. Even now, he thinks there’s something in me left to save—and to mourn. There is no escaping our fate, not for either of us. He must sentence me to die. And I must accept death. But Cal wants to know if he’s killing his brother along with the monster—or if the brother died long ago.
Cut for cut, my mother whispers, louder now, taunting. The words slice like a razor.
It would hurt him deeply, wound him forever, if I let him glimpse what little is left of me. That I’m still here, in some forgotten corner, just waiting to be found. I could ruin him with one glance, one echo of the brother he remembers. Or I could free him of me. Make the choice for him. Give my brother one last proof of the love I can no longer feel, even if he never knows it.
I weigh the choice in my heart, each side heavy and impossible. For one terrifying moment, I don’t know what to do.
Despite all my mother’s fine work, I can’t find it in myself to land that final blow.
I drop my gaze, forcing a detached smirk to my lips.
“I would do it all again, Cal,” I tell him, lying with such grace. It feels easy, after so many years behind a mask. “If given the choice to go back, I would let her change me. I would watch you kill him. I’d send you to the arena. And I’d get it right. I’d give you what you deserve. I’d kill you now if I could. I’d do it a thousand times.”
My brother is simple, easy to manipulate. He sees only what lies in front of him, only what he can understand. The lie does its job well. His eyes harden, that undying ember in him almost extinguished entirely. One hand twitches, wanting to form a fist. But the Silent Stone affects him too, and even if he had the strength to make me burn, he could not.
“Good-bye, Maven,” Cal says, his voice broken. He isn’t really speaking to me.
The farewell is for another boy, lost years ago, before he became what I am now. Cal lets go of him, the Maven I was. The Maven I still am, somewhere inside, unable or unwilling to step into the light.
This will be the last time we speak to each other alone. I can feel that in my marrow. If I see him again, it will be before the throne, or beneath the cold steel of the executioner’s blade.
“I look forward to the sentencing,” I drawl in reply, watching him flee the room. The door slams behind him, shaking paintings in their frames.
Despite all the difference between us, we have this in common. We use our pain to destroy.
“Good-bye, Cal,” I say to no one.
Weakness, my mother answers.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Broken Throne

“The sparks reflect in her eyes. They shudder from brown to purple, giving her an unearthly look, like her gaze might run me through. Part of me wishes she would.”
― Victoria Aveyard, War Storm

“I will never make the mistake of loving you ever again."
"So you choose him?"
That's all it ever was. Jealousy. Rivalry. All so shadow could defeat the flame.
"Cal betrayed me, and I betrayed him. And you betrayed us both, in a thousand different ways. I choose no one.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Red Queen

“One day your lies will strangle you, King Maven. My only regret is I won't be alive to see it.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Red Queen

“Sometimes it's so awful I check to make sure my eyes and ears aren't bleeding. They never do. Her words never exist beyond the cage of my head.”
― Victoria Aveyard, War Storm

“words can lie see beyond them”
― Victoria Aveyard, King's Cage