Tyrus Quotes

Faith was a strange thing, Moria reflected as she walked over to Tyrus. No one would argue that the ancestors did not watch over them and could not influence the living world, but customs changed, and openly calling on spirits for support and guidance these days was often seen as a sign of weakness. Which was foolish, in her opinion. Whether an amulet band worked or not, it couldn't hurt. As their father would say, what often counted was whether one believed such protective rituals worked. Confidence in battle guarded one more than any spirit could. ~ Kelley Armstrong

Blast him," Ronan hissed as they surveyed the empty space behind the roadside shop. "He may tell us not to treat him as a prince, but he cannot stop acting like one. He does as he pleases."
"Only when it's in my best interests," Tyrus said as he rounded the shop.
Ronan glowered. "Which is anytime you don't like what you're told to do."
Tyrus grinned. "True. ~ Kelley Armstrong

There was still a bit of sunshine in the sky, not that it mattered. High treetops and reaching branches entombed us from above in a dark coffin. It was still in the afternoon. We had time to gather things together for camp, but the choked rays that permeated the living casket were sputtering their last bits of life.

- Tyrus Savage narration from ORRLETH, Volume One of the Orrleth Young Adult Fantasy Paranormal Series ~ Thomas McClellan

They say all roads led to the imperial city. Of course that was true - all roads linked up with other roads and would ultimately take you anyplace you wished to go. This road did in fact become the Imperial Way, though, and was busy enough that they could follow Tyrus unnoticed.
"Oh, he's noticed," Ronan said when Ashyn commented.
"But he hasn't looked back once."
"No, we haven't seen him look back. He's a prince and a warrior, Ash. He's not going to glance about like a nervous trader with a full purse. He acts as if no one would dare attack him, so they give him a wide berth. But he's fully aware of his surroundings. He knows we're here. He's jut not going to do anything about it unless we come closer. ~ Kelley Armstrong

All art needs to be funny, sad and a little disturbing simultaneously or else it's not art. ~ Ezekiel Tyrus

I do. I love you, Tyrus. ~ S.J. Kincaid

...dragon whips his tail! ~ Tyrus Anthony Wong

Tyrus stepped down from his dais, and he was blinding like the sun itself with his halo of hair done in the Helionic ceremonial fashion, his effervescent gold ceremonial coat. But in that face that could look utterly ruthless, there was a softness, a need, and he said, 'Nemesis, did you hear her speak?'
I looked up at him, so wary, choking on uncertainty. 'How could I miss it?'
'I did this for you. This was all for you. The universe may deliver itself into my possession, and I'll still feel as though I've lost everything without you by my side. I am madly in love with you, and I hope to all the stars you still feel something for me. ~ S.J. Kincaid

Tyrus pushed the mummy off him and rose, whisking sloughed bits of dried flesh from his tunic.
"Well, that wasn't at all humiliating," he said. "Please tell me I didn't shriek. And if I did? Remember I am of imperial lineage. Lie to me."
"You didn't shriek," Moria said. "Still, it is a shame Simeon wasn't here to record the encounter for posterity. Prince Tyrus, attacked by a mummified monk. Truly though, it looked more like a monkey. A crazed monkey, clinging to you -"
"Enough," he said with a feigned scowl. "Speaking of monks, did they see ...?"
He looked around. Ivo had sidled off as they opened the box. Now he huddled with the other two a hundred paces away.
"Well, at least they didn't bear close witness," Tyrus muttered.
"You needn't worry," Ashyn said. "Two of them had taken vows of silence."
"Though they might have been tempted to break them," Moria said. "To relay that particular story."
"But I did not shriek, correct?"
She smiled. "You did not shriek. ~ Kelley Armstrong

Some might call us a monstrous pair, and they would be right. Tyrus and I were both scorpions in our way, dangerous creatures crossing the most treacherous of rivers together. Together we might sting - but we also would float. ~ S.J. Kincaid