Alexandra Christo Quotes

You can't bend to the world; you have to make it bend to you.

That's the thing about risks," Kye says. " It's impossible to know which ones are worth it until it's too late.

Legend says my entire family bleeds nothing but treasure. Of course, I've bled a lot in my time. Sirens lose all serenity when they turn from hunter to prey and pieces of their nails become embedded in my arms. My blood has been spilled more often than any prince's, and I can attest to the fact that it has never been gold.

We are not naïve little heirs to be molded as they wish. We are warriors. We are rulers.

Either things fall into place, or they fall apart, but either way, I have to keep up pretences.

If you get shot," Lira says, "I'm going to treat you like you're incapable of doing the simplest tasks."
She cradles her arms around her knees to keep out the cold.
"See how you like it when I hold out my arm to help you walk, even though you're not shot in the leg."
"I'd be flattered," I say, "that you would look for an excuse just to hold my hand."
"Perhaps I'm just looking for an excuse to shoot you.

It's the princes who hold the allure. In their youth. In the allegiance of their people. In the promise of the leader they could one day become. They are the next generation of rules, and by killing them, I kill the future. Just as my mother taught me.

I have a heart for every year I've been alive. There are seventeen hidden in the sand of my bedroom. Every so often, I claw through the shingle, just to check they're still there. Buried deep and bloody.

Look at you," he whispers. "My monster, come to find me.

I'm the crown prince of Midas and captain of the world's most deadly ship.

He belongs to the ocean. He is made from it, as much as I am.

Night quilts the sky with stars sewn like the uneven stitching of my jacket.

Wars aren't won by running.

Lies aren't answers."
"But they sound so much better than the truth.

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How strange that instead of taking his heart, I'm hoping he takes mine.

I value loyalty above all else.

Wars aren't won by running," Lira says.
"You can't win a war," I tell her. "Someone else just loses.

His hand moves from beside mine, and I feel a sudden absence. And then it's on my cheek, cupping my face, thumb stroking my lip. It feels like the worst thing I've ever done and the best thing I could ever do and how strange that the two are suddenly the same.

You can't win a war. Someone else just loses.

I've never paid mind to legends ,unless I'm the legend of discussion, but even I know the stories. Ones that warn of any human who holds a siren' s heart being granted immunity to our song. It's said that's why we turn to see foam when we die

And in another life, if I ever had a choice about who to be, maybe I would have been like him.

He wants to be noticed. He's incapable of being forgettable.

In the pits of our souls - if I amuse myself with the notion that I have a soul - Elian and I aren't so different. Two kingdoms that come with responsibilities we each have trouble bearing. Him, the shackles of being pinned to one land and one life. Me, trapped in the confines of my mother's murderous legacy. And the ocean, calling out to us both. A song of freedom and longing.

Try not to breathe," I tell Lira. "It might get stuck halfway out."
Lira flicks up her hood. "You should try not to talk then," she retorts. "Nobody wants your words being preserved for eternity."
"They're pearls of wisdom, actually."
I can barely see Lira's eyes under the mass of dark fur from her coat, but the mirthless curl of her smile is ever-present. It lingers in calculated amusement as she considers what to say next. Readies to ricochet the next blow.
Lira pulls a line of ice from her hair, artfully indifferent. "If that is what pearls are worth these days, I'll make sure to invest in diamonds."
"Or gold," I tell her smugly. "I hear it's worth its weight."
Kye shakes the snow from his sword and scoffs. "Anytime you two want to stop making me feel nauseated, go right ahead."
"Are you jealous because I'm not flirting with you?" Madrid asks him, warming her finger on the trigger mechanism of her gun.
"I don't need you to flirt with me," he says. "I already know you find me irresistible."
Madrid reholsters her gun. "It's actually quite easy to resist you when you're dressed like that."
Kye looks down at the sleek red coat fitted snugly to his lithe frame. The fur collar cuddles against his jaw and obscures the bottoms of his ears, making it seem as though he has no neck at all. He throws Madrid a smile.
"Is it because you think I look sexier wearing nothing?"
Torik lets out a withering sigh and pinche

If your only instrument is a sword, then you will always strike at your problems.

In my heart, I'm as wild as the ocean that raised me.

Every queen begins as a siren, and when the crown passes to her, it's magic steals her fins and leaves in their place mighty tentacles that hold the strength of armies. She becomes more squid than fish, and with that transformation comes the magic, unyielding and grand. Enough to shape the seas to her whim. Sea queen and sea witch both.

When we reach the wall, we can discuss your future," Elian says.
I clench my fists, appalled at his audacity and the fact that I'm being forced to tolerate it. Never the queen, always the minion.
"Discuss it?" I repeat.
"You said you wanted to come with us, and I want to make sure you're useful. You can't just be a prisoner taking up space on my deck."
"I was belowdecks," I remind him. "In a cage."
"That was this morning," he says, as though it's far enough in the past to be forgotten. "Try not to hold a grudge."
The grin he gives me is beyond taunting and I sneer, not deigning to reply. Instead I breeze past and make sure to knock my shoulder as hard as I can into his. The sooner I have his heart, the better.

I don't like you because you're nice," Elian says.
"That says a lot about your psyche.

My monster found me and I'm going to find her right back.

Love is a word we scarcely hear in the ocean. It exists only in my song and on the lips of the princes I've killed. And I have never heard it from my mother's mouth.

People don't tell secrets because someone needs to know them. They do it because they need someone to tell.

I've made a mistake. It started with a prince, as most stories do. Once I felt the thrum of his heart beneath my fingers, I couldn't forget it.

Things like that can't be forgotten any more than they can be undone.

None of them can tell me a thing," my father says. "What use are sea wardens if they don't warden the damn sea?

The clientel is nothing short of brutish, and most nights, glass crunches underfoot, with blood patching the beer-soaked tables.
It´s one of my favorite places.

I'm glad that you didn't kill me while I was unconscious."

Kye snorts a smile. "I like the way you say thank you.

There is nothing in this world but pain and the rare moments that exist in between.

Everything is a game to him. Loyalty is mockery and devotion is kinship in place of fear. He is a riddle, disguised as a ruler, able to laugh at the idea of disloyalty as though it would never be an option. I can't fathom such a thing.

This isn't a bargain, it's a deal."
"I'm not in the business of striking deals with girls in cages."
I twist my lips into a cruel smile. "Then by all means, let me out."
Elian laughs, pulls a pistol out, and shakes his head once again.
"You know," he says, approaching the cell, "I think I might like you. Thing is" – he taps his gun against my prison – "there's a difference between liking someone and trusting them."
"I wouldn't know. I've never done either.

Some people burn so brightly, it's impossible to put the flames out.

She ascends from the ocean in a way that is nothing short of celestial. The water follows her in a throne, elevating her to the height of my ship. Ocean-soaked hair runs down the length of her body, and she retains the otherworldly glow that always seems to illuminate her moony skin. Only now she is something more than just a siren, or a girl masquerading as a pirate.
She is a goddess.