#chronicles

We're running out of time, he said. As if time were the kind of thing you could run out of, as if it were measured into bowls that were handed to us at birth and if we ate too much or too fast or right before jumping into the water then our time would be lost, wasted, already spent. But time is beyond our finite comprehension. It's endless, it exists outside of us; we cannot run out of it or lose track of it or find a way to hold on to it. Time goes on even when we do not. We have plenty of time, is what Castle should have said. We have all the time in the world, is what he should have said to me. But he didn't because what he meant tick tock is that our time tick tock is shifting. It's hurtling forward heading in an entirely new direction slamming face-first into something else and tick tick tick tick tick it's almost time for war ↗

— Tahereh Mafi

#juliette-chronicles #juliette-ferrars #life #reality #tahereh-mafi

Love indulged the masochist. ↗

— Jaime Reed

#paranormal-romance #quotes #the-cambion-chronicles #young-adult #love

You all know that each title in the Chronicles has a chess theme; that's partly because of the overall design of the Chronicles themselves - the game of chess as an analogue of the game of life. ↗

— Dorothy Dunnett

#because #chess #chronicles #design #each

I curse the day starvation became a commonly accepted diet for women. ↗

— Nicole Williams

#diet

Girls were like aliens, and as far as he was concerned, Ridley was their queen. ↗

— Kami Garcia

#dream-dark #linkubus #ridley #dreams

Jackson snorted. And Selena play-slapped his chest, like he was her mischievous boyfriend. At that, the inital mrowr pfft pfft I'd felt transformed into I will cut a bitch. ↗

— Kresley Cole

#bitch #cut #evie #jackson #jealousy

If we act like prey, they’ll act like predators ↗

— Alyxandra Harvey

#fear #hunting #prey #truth #love

Froi saw the rage in Arjuro’s eyes, his clenched fists. ‘If I could find the men who did those things to you as a child I would tear them limb from limb.’ Froi embraced him. ‘One day,’ Froi said, clearing his voice of emotion, ‘I’ll introduce you to my queen and my king and my captain; and Lord August and Lady Abian, who have given me a home; and the Priestking and Perri and Tesadora and my friend Lucian; and then you’ll understand that I would never have met them if you hadn’t journeyed to Sarnak all those years ago, Arjuro. And if the gods were to give me a choice between living a better life, having not met them, or a wretched life with the slightest chance of crossing their path, then I'd pick the wretched life over and over again.’ He kissed Arjuro’s brow. Finnikin called it a blessing between two male blood kin. It always had made Froi ache seeing it between Finnikin and Trevanion. ‘I'd live it again just to have crossed all of your paths. Keep safe, Arjuro. Keep safe so I can bring your brother home to you. ↗

— Melina Marchetta

#charyn #finnikin #froi #lumatere #lumatere-chronicles

Hey, I'm still the walking wounded, you know," he protested. "You were shot on the other side," Rosie said drily. "And since when do you and Dalton agree on anything?" "We are men." Pip and Dalton straightened up. "We settle out differences through fighting and drink." He held up the fine crystal tumbler, then frowned at it. "Though maybe not in this kind of glass. ↗

— Lara Morgan

#dark-star #lara-morgan #pip #rosie #rosie-black-chronicles

It's an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater lustre to our colours, a richer resonance to our words. ↗

— Anne Rice

#suffering