Lyra Selene Quotes

Whether that meant banishment, death, or worse, I dare not guess. I just knew I would do everything in my power to escape that fate

So you don't mind," I managed, "if I'm a monster?" "No." He rocked closer, and his closeness sent a thread of desire stitching up my spine. "Because I'm a monster too.

My monster," he whispered against my mouth. "Show me what you dream, when you dream of new worlds.

I believe that, instead of arising from our blood, our legacies are shaped by who we are. Our abilities rise and shape to our own inclinations. For better or for worse, I want to cause pain, even to the things I love.

However highly you may consider yourself, I can assure you: Whatever you're planning, you are outnumbered, outpaced, and outwitted. You are neither as brave nor as clever as you imagine yourself to be.

There are worlds of understanding you have failed to envision. We are only as blind as the things we refuse to see.

Tell you?" Sunder's eyebrows winged up toward his hairline. "Tell you, an ignorant, unreliable, loudmouthed provincial with delusions of grandeur and an entitlement complex as big as this château? Your grasp of the intricacies of intrigue boggles the mind.

I had finally forged the dristic bones of my own fortune in this pristine palais. I would not squander that on a man whose truths were laced with lies, whose face was a mask, whose price was power. He could only be a curse.

These were the dreams that had carried me from the edge of the daylight world, but they were scorched with humiliation, shackled with thorny vines, stained with the gratuitous blood of gangling youths. I'd beaten them down so many times, throttling them and denying them, smothering them with rules even as I begged them to obey me.

Why a place that had once seemed like a haven for magic and wonder had transformed into a nightmare of pain and lies and disappearances.

Everything about you offends me," Sunder said, and though his words rang harsh the look in his eyes was unguarded, ragged with expectation. "I don't understand how you can be the way that you are. You are brash, and thoughtlessly brave. You do exactly the thing that is the least expected and the most destructive. You are a puzzle and a curse.

So what? What's wrong with being ambitious? I do want a world full of beauty and grace. I do want power. And what's more, I deserve it. It's my birthright, and I'll be damned if I don't claim what's mine!

You think you understand this world, demoiselle," he whispered, leaning closer. That sharp tang of genévrier needles slapped me in the face. "You think you hear Dexter, or Sinister, and you know what that means. Good, evil, legacy. Pain, poison, power. You imagine these words bound up and trussed away, with clear outlines and hard borders. But they are alive, seething with a complexity you refuse to acknowledge.