Quotes by Victoria Aveyard

So you choose him?Cal betrayed me, and I betrayed him. And you betrayed us both, in a thousand different ways. The words are heavy as stone but right. So right. I choose no one.

Words can lie. See beyond them.

Theres a reason my only friends are written words

In what life can I trust anything out of your mouth ever again?

They are dead. We are dead. It is over.

One day you men will learnto pay attention and all the world willtremble.

While we are together, I will never suffer a prison again.

Im a Red girl in a sea of Silvers and I cant afford to feel sorry for anyone, least of all the son of a snake.

Cameron, my heart is quite literally in this,

Attend to your own fate.

No one is born a monster. But I wish some people were. It would make it easier to hate them, to kill them, to forget their dead faces.

One day he will leave, or die, or betray me like so many others have. One day, he will hurt me.

What I would do, to myself or anyone else, for the chance to go back home? But no one is there. No one I care about. Theyre gone, protected, far away. Home is no longer the place were from. Home is safe with them. I hope.

We’ve taken everything from her, brother,” Maven murmurs, drawing close. “Surely we can give her this?” And then slowly, reluctantly, Cal nods and waves me into his room. Dizzy with excitement, I hurry inside, almost hopping from foot to

Why give him a choice at all? You said yourself, we need everyone we can get. If this Nix guy is half of what you are, we can’t afford to let him go.”The answer is so simple, and it cuts me to bone.“Because no one ever gave me a choice.

Red in the head, Silver in the heart

In the fairy tales, the poor girl smiles when she becomes a princess. Right now, I dont know if Ill ever smile again.

Everything is wrong.I am alive.

As you enter, you pray to leave. As you leave, you pray to never return.

For all his clever ideas, Maven has nothing to say to this. He just stares, his breath coming in tiny, scared puffs. I know the look on his face; I wear it every time I’m forced to say good-bye to someone. “It’s too bad we didn’t stay longer,” I murmur, looking out at the river. “I would have liked to die close to home.” Another breeze sends a curtain of my hair across my face but Maven brushes it away and pulls me close with startling fero