Vanessa

“When she moves, I realize her hair is different too. The gray ends are gone, replaced by a beautiful, familiar purple. I love it.”
― 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

“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?"
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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

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