Nicki Pau Preto Quotes

History was a living, breathing, changing thing - even when it was your own.

Fear, he'd learned, didn't leave room for logic.

We were night and day, moon and sun- darkness and light.
We were nothing without each other.

There was a difference between friendship and family, between the people you chose to surround yourself with and the people you were stick with, good or bad.

How Easily a person could convince themselves they were doing the right thing, no matter the damage they did to the person they supposedly cared about, if it was out of love.

But that was the nature of life and loss: There was never enough time.

Veronyka didn't feel like a boy on the inside - she wasn't like some of the children she'd known growing up who might be born as boys or girls but didn't feel like they fit that category, and so they dressed in a way that felt right to them. That was their truth, no matter what the world saw.

Nothing of value in life came easy; always there was a price.

Magic had always been a part of the empire - for some people it was like breathing. How was it okay to make existing illegal?

Love and politics are like oil and water - they don't mix.

War has a way of making regular people into heroes.

Life was easier when you didn't care - or so he'd thought. He'd spent so much time afraid of hurting, of losing everything again, that he'd forgotten life wasn't worth living - worth saving - if you had nothing to live for.

Maybe fear of fire wasn't the problem, maybe fear of his father was.

I control you, he said to his fear, you do not control me.

She squeezed her eyes shut and stopped resisting. She fell into his arms, where he held her gently for a heartbeat then sighed. She thought of Val again. For all her dragging and pulling and demanding, all their ways their bodies had come into contact - and conflict - with each other over the years, Val had never given herself to Veronyka like this. Never offered herself at all. With Val, everything was take, take, take.

This was why Veronyka had wanted to be a Phoenix rider in the first place: to protect, to save, to champion the weak and powerless.

Like an anchor, love will hold fast in a storm, but it can also pull you under.

Love no one, let no one love you. Less pain that way. Sev could die tomorrow, and not a soul would miss him. Sometimes it was hard to remember why he'd thought that was a good thing.

How did Val know? How did she always know the way to Veronyka's heart - and why did she always do damage when she got there?

Some families you were born into. Others you mad along the way.