Nevernight Quotes

...sneakier than a fart in church... ~ Jay Kristoff

We have a saying in Vaan," Byern replied.
"In every breath, hope abides."
(...)
"Just keep breathing, little Crow. ~ Jay Kristoff

The shadowwolf had stared at her long and mute, and Mia had thought she'd refuse. But as the girl had looked down at the darkness beneath her feet, it had grown darker still.
Dark enough for three. ~ Jay Kristoff

Go, brother! If I'm not back aboard in half an hour, tell your wife I love her! ~ Jay Kristoff

Right.' The girl nodded. '. . . make love to their sweethearts, fuck their whores, or any other combination thereof - they must endure the constant light of so-called nevernight, lit by one or more of Aa's eyes in the heavens. ~ Jay Kristoff

So given that I'm busier than a whorehouse running a two-for-one special, do me the honour of saying thank you, and taking what you're bloody given. ~ Jay Kristoff

All great blades have names. It's just how it's done." "Bollocks." Mercurio took back the dagger, held it up between them. "Naming your blade is the sort of faff reserved for heroes, girl. Men who have songs sung about them, histories spun for them, brats named after them. It's the shadow road for you and me. And you dance it right, no one will ever know your name, let alone the pig-sticker in you belt. You'll be a rumor. A whisper. The thought that wakes the bastards of this world sweating in the nevernight. The last think you will ever be in this world, girl, is someone's hero." Mercurio handed back the blade. "But you will be a girl heroes fear. ~ Jay Kristoff

...Because the voices in your head that say otherwise are just fear talking. Never listen to fear. ~ Jay Kristoff

You'll be a rumor. A whisper. The thought that wakes the bastards of this world sweating in the nevernight. The last thing you will ever be, girl, is someone's hero. ~ Jay Kristoff

I am a daughter of the dark between the stars. I am the thought that wakes the bastards of this world sweating in the nevernight. i am the vengeance of every orphaned daughter, every murdered mother, every bastard son. I am the war you cannot win. ~ Jay Kristoff

Hear me Niah, hear me Mother. This flesh your feast. This blood your wine. This life, this end, my gift to you. Hold him close. ~ Jay Kristoff

Mia stayed where she was, distrust plain in her eyes.
"I've got tea," Mercurio sighed. "And cake."
The girl covered her growling belly with both palms.
". . . What kind of cake?"
"The free kind."
Mia pouted. Licked her lips and tasted blood.
"My favorite."
And she took the old man's hand. ~ Jay Kristoff

The pair stood watching each other, still as statues, moments ticking by like hours as the gale howled about them.
"You have very good ears, sir." she finally said.
"You have better feet, Pale Daughter. I heard nothing."
"Then how?"
The boy offered a dimpled smile. "You stink of cigarillo smoke. Cloves, I think."
"That's impossible. I'm upwind from you."
The boy glanced at the shadows moving like snakes around his feet.
"Seems to be raining impossible in these parts. ~ Jay Kristoff