Sophi

“And his voice sounds like a good-bye.”
― Victoria Aveyard, War Storm

“But Maven isn't finished. He takes a step, not forward but to the side. In my direction. The full force of his gaze almost knocks me out of my seat. "And I want to die the way my mother did," he says plainly, as if asking for an extra blanket.
Again I feel too stunned to think. All I can do is keep my jaw locked in place so my mouth won't gape open in shock.
"Ripped apart by your fury," he pushes on, his eyes horrible, unforgettable, searing into me. The brand on my collarboen seems to burn. "And your hatred.”
― 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

“Queens cast shadows too.”
― Victoria Aveyard, War Storm