Vic James Quotes

I'm sorry,' said Silyen, barely glancing up from his book. 'I'm a prodigy of Skill, not a missing persons' database.

She didn't do people, dammit. She did books. A world of difference

Sometimes the person who benefited most when you forgive someone was yourself.

Silyen wasn't in touch with his own emotions, let alone anyone else's, and it was tiring just looking at Luke. But then, he did still want to keep looking.

If you want to change something, you need to think big.

Father was planning a debate. Silyen was planning a resurrection. And Gavar was planning a wedding. There was so much wrong with that, Gavar didn't know where to start.

History only appeared inevitable because it was written in a world where it had already happened.

Only dull people have plans, Luke. 'Go here. Do this. Hope other people do that.' It never works. No, clever people embrace possibilities. Seize opportunities.

Across the hall, the Millmoor kid was holding Crovan's bag. Mother looked to be describing at great length where Lord Creepypants would be staying. Probably the boy had never been inside the house before.

But then Sil came ambling out from under the west arch toward the trio, and to Mother's evident disapproval he took Crovan's bag and led their least welcome guest away. The kid watched them go, unimpressed. He actually rolled his eyes when he thought no one was looking. Good for him. Maybe the boy had been worth rescuing.

Imagine waking from a twenty-five-year sleep, and the first faces you saw were Sil and Lord Weirdo. Aunty Terpy's sanity would run gibbering back to whatever cracked little corner of her skull it had been occupying all these years.

Always look at the people, not at the mass. A face, not the crowd. Look at the world, not at the ground. Every little detail you see is a victory.

But here was a chance to do something. Change something.

Maybe even change everything.

What can I say?" Asif shrugged. "Geeky as charged.

There was Crovan, stalking his way to the far end of the first tier. The heir's chair beside him was empty. At least the man was childless. The question of who would inherit Eilean Dòchais was occasionally a subject for dinner-table speculation. Personally, Gavar thought the place should be burned to the ground. And why wait till Crovan was dead to do it?

Honestly, Jack, your handwriting is terrible."
Jackson held up both hands. "What can I say? I'm a doctor.

What she felt for Jena hadn't been love. She knew that now, but it had been something that had felt bewilderingly, beautifully, deceptively like it. And though it had ended in horror and betrayal, she had learned something from Jena, too. Loving someone didn't mean you could save them, and you didn't save yourself simply by the act of loving.

When she stroked her fingertips around the side of it, she received a shock that made her squeak and nearly stumble backward into the fireplace. The chair was occupied.
"Do be careful, Abigail," chided the person sitting cross-legged and contemplative in the wooden seat. "It'd be such a nuisance to have to haul you from the flames and put you out." Silyen Jardine was watching her mildly.
"You nearly gave me a heart attack," she snapped, startled. "What are you doing sitting there - trying it for size?" And if there was a guide titled How Slaves Should Never Address Their Masters, then yes, a sentence like that would be written on page one. Abi began to blurt an apology, but the Young Master waved it away.

Mother and Father worry he's half a commoner already, so they come down hard on anything that looks like sympathy for your sort. Is 'sympathy' the best word in this case, Abigail?"
His tone was sly and Abi flushed with embarrassment. But she had to persist. "And that's all there is to it? General disapproval? Because there's an evening I can't remember. I was worried that maybe I did something, and that's why."
"Can't remember? Someone's been doing housekeeping inside your head without your permission? How very impolite. I can take a look, if you like.

Millmoor changes people, Luke Hadley. But what most folk never realize is that you get to choose how.

Keep it to hand. You'll know when to use it. Now, how about something in exchange?'

Luke narrowed his eyes. You never just agreed to Silyen's bargains.

'A kiss for the hero who's going to save everyone,' the Equal said.

And Luke was halfway through laughing at him when Silyen's hand went round the back of his skull and Luke found that he was kissing him instead. It was . . . startling. It was absolutely mortifying.

It was quite possibly the best thing ever.

He felt dizzy, and reached out to steady himself, one hand on Silyen's shoulder, the other on the Equal's hip, pulling him closer. Something coiled and fizzed inside his chest that had nothing to do with Skill. He heard himself groan and felt Silyen smile against his mouth.

Gavar tipped back the last of the malt. He should go easy on it, he knew. He didn't want to end up like Father. But lately he'd been feeling the need for a little pick-me-up. He was still getting the headaches that had been plaguing him ever since Libby was born. That was one thing they never told you about fatherhood: the constant worry, and the toll it took.