Mariva

“But in all fairness, when I first met you, I thought you were-"
"A dried-up old stick of a Cassiline Brother," he finished, shooting me an amused glance. "I remember. I remember it very well."
"No." I gave his hair a sharp tug and smiled at him. "That was before I met you. Once I did, I thought you were a smug, self-satisfied young prig of a Cassiline Brother."
He laughed at that, a real laugh. "You were right. I was."
"No, I was wrong. The man I thought you were would have given up and died of humiliation in Gunter's kennels. You kept fighting, and stayed true to yourself.”
― Jacqueline Carey, Kushiel's Dart

“The old gods know more for being ancient than they do from being gods”
― Brien Feathers, Warlock of Muscovy

“Words had travelled faster than even Maeve expected - passed from mouth to mouth like fire jumping rooftops, each retelling adding soot and smoke.”
― Katja Knox, We Were Made of Fire

“Loyalty was a fine word until it began to taste like servitude, and by then, it was already too late to spit it out.”
― Katja Knox, We Were Made of Fire