Quotes by Maria V. Snyder

Your soul is drenched black with the blood of your victims, my dear, and that is why you cant see it. When you die, that heavy blood filled essence will sink to the bottom of the earth where you will burn in eternity for your crimes.

Two men. I had just killed two men. A killing machine, I hadnt even hesitated. Fear and rage settled deep in my chest, forming a layer of ice around my heart.

with a touch of sarcasm. “Glass is an amazing material. Versatile,

followed a step behind. My thoughts churned as my emotions seesawed

I mulled over the implications and decided not to waste my time worrying about what everyone else thought, or to bother attempting to change their perceptions. My time at the Keep was just a stopover. Let them wonder.

I could admire his skills, and be relieved when he was on my side in a fight. But for a rat to like the cat? That scenario ended only one way. With one dead rat.

But they fight in the name of the creator. I dont care if they fight in the name of broccoli. The goal remains the same.

We dont take orders from you, Sergeant. Quain said. Your man tried to assassi

Hasn’t stopped us before. And besides, if they wanted to kill us, we’d be dead by now and would be having an entirely different conversation. I wonder if I’d still be mad at you, or if we would talk in words or pictures. Maybe in smells. That would be cool.” -Janco

Care to explain?” Ari asked.“Didn’t you see my signals?”“Yeah. But they didn’t make sense. Five into one and it’s an intrusion.”“It’s an illusion! Five of them are an illusion.”“That’s not the signal for illusion. This is.” Ari demonstrated the proper signal.“That’s what I did.”“No, you didn’t. You did a weird twisty thing with your pinky.”“I had a scimitar at my throat. I’d like to see you try signaling under those conditions.”-Janco and Ari bickering

Valek was liquid in motion. As i watched him, one word came to mind: beautiful.

Valek coalesced from the shadows and wrapped me in his long lean arms. I soaked in his musky smell, listening to his heart beat. Strong and steady. No indication that he had been sneaking around.

“Everyone grieves in different ways. For some, it could take longer or shorter. I do know it never disappears. An ember still smolders inside me. Most days, I don’t notice it, but, out of the blue, it’ll flare to life.”

“The heart is a strange beast and not ruled by logic.”

“But youve slipped under my skin, invaded my blood and seized my heart.”