Quotes by Victoria Aveyard

You want me to pin my entire operation, the entire revolution on some teenaged love story? I cant believe this.

She was happy, yes, in her own way, as best as she knew.But there’s a difference between a single candle in darkness and a sunrise.

I am the shadow of the flame.

Shocked to see me? I drawl at them, chuckling at the horrific joke.

I fear being alone more than anything else. So why do I do this? Why do I push away the people I love? What is so very wrong with me?I don’t know.And I don’t know how to make it stop.

They dont know the meaning of danger or fear or pain. Its only their pride that can be truly hurt.

I do not fear pain.

Remember when we told each other no distractions?Yes. He runs a blazing finger over my earrings, touching each one in turn.Distract me.

Their Silver war is being paid for in Red blood.

The war never leaves.

For their lives, for their childrens lives, they will give up what little freedom they had left.

Im starting to think you like prisons, And that you have the worst taste in men.

Im afraid of failing. Im afraid of letting this opportunity pass us by. And Im afraid of what happens if nothing in this world ever changes.

No heart can be truly understood. Not even your own.

Thank you,” I whisper. Words I never thought I would say to her. They unsettle us both.”“You want to thank me, Barrow?” she mutters, kicking away the last of my bindings. “Then keep your word. And let this fucking place burn.” (300)

I am married to a prince who will one day be a king. Usually this is where the fairy tale ends. Stories dont go much further than this moment, and I fear theres a good reason for it. A sense of dread hung over today, a black cloud I still cant get rid of. It is an unease deep in the heart of me, feeding off my strength.

The only person in my head is me.Tibe is not the same. The crown has changed him, as you feared it would.The fire is in him, the fire that will burn all the world.And it is in your son, in the prince who will never change his blood and will never sit a throne. The only person in my head is me. The only person who has not changed is you. You are still the little girl in a dusty room, forgotten, unwanted, out of place. You are the queen of everything, mother to a beautiful son, wife to a king who loves you, and still you cannot find it in yourself to smile. Still you make nothing. Still you are empty. The only person in your head is you. And she is no one of any importance. She is nothing

Red blood is just so hard to clean up You would know I snap remembering Shade. Because no matter how hard you try to hid it I see it all over your hands

In the palace, during my imprisonment, I learned that Maven had been made by his mother, formed into the monster he became. There is nothing on earth that can change him or what she did. But Cal was made too. All of us were made by someone else, and all of us have some thread of steel that nothing and no one can cut. I thought Cal was immune to the corruptive temptation of power. How wrong I was. He was born to be a king. Its what he was made for. Its what he was made to want.

histories of the world before our own. That was a world of empires, of corruption, of war-and more freedom than Ive ever known. But the people of that time are gone, their dreams in ruin, existing only in smoke and ash.