Marya

“BOOM! Gabriel roared, leaping in his chair and clapping his hands.
Jean-François paused his writing, raised an eyebrow.
‘Must you, Silversaint?’
'Must I what?'
‘Carry on like a drunken troubadour in a brothel pantomime.'
Gabriel shrugged, refilling his goblet. 'In life, always do what you love.”
― Jay Kristoff, Empire of the Damned

“But it takes a special sort of cunt to kill helpless beasts, Historian, and while I'm certainly a cunt, apparently I'm just not that special at it.”
― Jay Kristoff, Empire of the Damned

“It’s a strange thing, to be a sibling. So much rancor and love. Hate and history. It’s a bond forged in iron, that tie. It takes a great deal of work to sunder it entirely. But it can be done.”
― Jay Kristoff, Empire of the Damned

“I said it to the Flower, I'll say it again: There's a solace to be found in sadness. And I understand why ye’d think ye deserve that dark. Easier to find refuge in drink, in rage, to say hell with it all and push everyone away. Because ye think that cold is easier to live with than the pain that could come if ye let the warmth back in, only to be burned again.
But that's the fire that lets us know we're alive, Gabriel."
‘I shook my head, two pale shadows now rising at my back.
“‘You can't fix a broken blade, Phoebe."
“‘But don't ye see? We don't get broken. We’re made broken. We are not whole alone. But if we're blessed, if we're brave, we might find those few whose edges fit against our own. Like pieces of the same puzzle, or shards of the same shattered blade. Those people who, in their own broken way, make our broken edge complete.”
― Jay Kristoff, Empire of the Damned