“You don’t know the effect your words have on me, Lady Firebrand. It took years to build up this ice. You will melt it and then I will be broken.”
―
Elly Blake,
Frostblood
“Face them all like a warrior, whether you are one or not.” ― Elly Blake, Frostblood
“But history could be twisted and warped to suit the person telling it.” ― Elly Blake, Frostblood
“Ruthlessness is not power. Tyranny is not strength.” ― Elly Blake, Frostblood
“Affairs between fire and frost rarely end well.” ― Elly Blake, Frostblood
“Did Brother Thistle train you in the most effective methods of communicating with me?"His head lifted and his lips curved. “He may have given me some advice.”“And you took it?” My brows rose.“I’m experimenting with it. If it doesn’t work, I’ll go back to my tried and true method.”“By which you mean threats and orders.”His smile widened.” ― Elly Blake, Frostblood
“If we all had names to suit us, you’d be called Thorn in My Backside. Or Plague of the Gods.”I prickled at his scathing tone. “And you’d be Miserable Blockhead.”“Is that the best you can do?”“Give me time. I’m half frozen.” ― Elly Blake, Frostblood
“I ran to him, torn by conflicting urges. I wanted to hurt him. I wanted to make sure he was unhurt. I wanted to leave him in the dirt and run away. I wanted him to stop me from leaving.” ― Elly Blake, Frostblood
“His reasoning was sound, but his remark about carrying me all the way to the river still rankled. “You speak as if I’m as heavy as an ox,” I said. “Last week I was a bundle of sticks.”“You’re still too thin.”“Perhaps if I gain some weight, you won’t call me a stick anymore.”“You may hope to one day be a branch.”I glanced at him sharply, unable to repress a little flutter of delight that he was bothering to joke with me.“A log, even,” I suggested.“Doubtful,” he said wryly.” ― Elly Blake, Frostblood
“How handsome he must have been before he was burned. Heat flared over my skin. How handsome he was now.” ― Elly Blake, Frostblood
“She chose power.""I am power.” ― Elly Blake, Frostblood
“Stillness was a kind of violence in the hands of people who played at handing out pain.” ― Elly Blake, Frostblood
“Once again, all doubt, all sense of right and wrong, faded. There was only the target, his darkly beating heart, and my fire. There was no fear, no anger, no shame, no regret. Just power, surging through me, filling me. It felt as if my breath sucked the very air from the heavens, and my rage burned the sun to ash. I was everything and nothing, and no one could stop me. I was darkness wreathed in flesh.” ― Elly Blake, Frostblood
“Ice no longer scared me. Its facets were beautiful, especially when it caught and held the vibrancy of flame.” ― Elly Blake, Nightblood
“He frowned. "You don't win a coronation.""Watch me.” ― Elly Blake, Nightblood
“Now as to magic. It is surely absurd to hold me “weak” or otherwise because I choose to persist in a study which I decided deliberately four or five years ago to make, next to my poetry, the most important pursuit of my life…If I had not made magic my constant study I could not have written a single word of my Blake book [The Works of William Blake, with Edwin Ellis, 1893], nor would The Countess Kathleen [stage play, 1892] have ever come to exist. The mystical life is the center of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write.” ― William Butler Yeats
“Frostbloods are fully capable of feeling in every way. The danger is that those emotions, while powerful and deep, may be covered with a layer of ice that prevents the natural expression of them.” ― Elly Blake, Frostblood
“Slowly, he raised himself onto his elbows. “If I could afford to be completely selfish, I wouldn’t let you go after the king. I would take you far away from this land and keep you safe.” ― Elly Blake, Frostblood
“While I appreciate your help, you don’t have to drown me.” “Fine,” ― Elly Blake, Frostblood
“Face them all like a warrior, whether you are one or not.” ― Elly Blake, Frostblood
“But history could be twisted and warped to suit the person telling it.” ― Elly Blake, Frostblood
“Ruthlessness is not power. Tyranny is not strength.” ― Elly Blake, Frostblood
“Affairs between fire and frost rarely end well.” ― Elly Blake, Frostblood
“Did Brother Thistle train you in the most effective methods of communicating with me?"His head lifted and his lips curved. “He may have given me some advice.”“And you took it?” My brows rose.“I’m experimenting with it. If it doesn’t work, I’ll go back to my tried and true method.”“By which you mean threats and orders.”His smile widened.” ― Elly Blake, Frostblood
“If we all had names to suit us, you’d be called Thorn in My Backside. Or Plague of the Gods.”I prickled at his scathing tone. “And you’d be Miserable Blockhead.”“Is that the best you can do?”“Give me time. I’m half frozen.” ― Elly Blake, Frostblood
“I ran to him, torn by conflicting urges. I wanted to hurt him. I wanted to make sure he was unhurt. I wanted to leave him in the dirt and run away. I wanted him to stop me from leaving.” ― Elly Blake, Frostblood
“His reasoning was sound, but his remark about carrying me all the way to the river still rankled. “You speak as if I’m as heavy as an ox,” I said. “Last week I was a bundle of sticks.”“You’re still too thin.”“Perhaps if I gain some weight, you won’t call me a stick anymore.”“You may hope to one day be a branch.”I glanced at him sharply, unable to repress a little flutter of delight that he was bothering to joke with me.“A log, even,” I suggested.“Doubtful,” he said wryly.” ― Elly Blake, Frostblood
“How handsome he must have been before he was burned. Heat flared over my skin. How handsome he was now.” ― Elly Blake, Frostblood
“She chose power.""I am power.” ― Elly Blake, Frostblood
“Stillness was a kind of violence in the hands of people who played at handing out pain.” ― Elly Blake, Frostblood
“Once again, all doubt, all sense of right and wrong, faded. There was only the target, his darkly beating heart, and my fire. There was no fear, no anger, no shame, no regret. Just power, surging through me, filling me. It felt as if my breath sucked the very air from the heavens, and my rage burned the sun to ash. I was everything and nothing, and no one could stop me. I was darkness wreathed in flesh.” ― Elly Blake, Frostblood
“Ice no longer scared me. Its facets were beautiful, especially when it caught and held the vibrancy of flame.” ― Elly Blake, Nightblood
“He frowned. "You don't win a coronation.""Watch me.” ― Elly Blake, Nightblood
“Now as to magic. It is surely absurd to hold me “weak” or otherwise because I choose to persist in a study which I decided deliberately four or five years ago to make, next to my poetry, the most important pursuit of my life…If I had not made magic my constant study I could not have written a single word of my Blake book [The Works of William Blake, with Edwin Ellis, 1893], nor would The Countess Kathleen [stage play, 1892] have ever come to exist. The mystical life is the center of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write.” ― William Butler Yeats
“Frostbloods are fully capable of feeling in every way. The danger is that those emotions, while powerful and deep, may be covered with a layer of ice that prevents the natural expression of them.” ― Elly Blake, Frostblood
“Slowly, he raised himself onto his elbows. “If I could afford to be completely selfish, I wouldn’t let you go after the king. I would take you far away from this land and keep you safe.” ― Elly Blake, Frostblood
“While I appreciate your help, you don’t have to drown me.” “Fine,” ― Elly Blake, Frostblood
