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“Don’t lie to a liar, and Maven is the grandest liar of all.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Glass Sword

“I am the king and you could've been my Red Queen. Now you are nothing.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Red Queen

“You better hide that heart of yours. It won't lead you anywhere you want to go.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Red Queen

“Yesterday he was a prince; today he is king. I thought he was my friend, my bethrothed, but now I know better.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Glass Sword

“I’m not leaving this place unless I leave behind his corpse—or mine.”
― Victoria Aveyard, King's Cage

“He's hunting newbloods not to protect his throne but to hurt you. To find you. To make you come back to him." His fist clenches on his thigh. "Maven wants you more than anything else on this earth."
Would that Maven were here now, so I could rip out his horrible, haunting eyes. "Well, he can't have me." I realize the consequences of this, and so does Cal.
"Not even if it stops the killing? Not for the newbloods?"
Tears bite my eyes. "I won't go back. For anyone."
I expect his judgment, but instead he smiles and ducks his head. Ashamed of his own reaction, as I am of mine.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Glass Sword

“Anyone can betray anyone!”
― Victoria Aveyard, Red Queen

“Her grip is strong as she shakes my hand; for once someone isn’t afraid I’ll break like glass.
“Every happiness to you, Lady Mareena. I can see this one suits you.� She jerks her head toward
Maven. “Not like fancy Samos,� she adds in a playful whisper. “She’ll make a sad queen, and you a
happy princess, mark my words.�
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― Victoria Aveyard, Red Queen

“I expect him to take my arm, to envelop me in his warmth, but there’s nothing but cold dripping off him. He’s afraid, I realize.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Red Queen

“El es fuerte, talentoso, capaz,â€� y yo soy su sombra. La sombra de la llama.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Red Queen

“He caught me back then,
ensnaring me in a prince’s trap.
Now I’m in a king’s cage.
But so is he.

My chains are Silent Stone.
His is the crown.”
― Victoria Aveyard, King's Cage

“I can set this world on a fire and still can call it a rain.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Red Queen

“His face turns to stone again, his eyes narrowed and icy, doing all they can to ignore what his heart wants to feel.”
― Victoria Aveyard, War Storm

“She has every reason to be mad. I just wish I could do something. She's no soldier like us. She's kind and gentle."

"Aye," Maven nodded in agreement. "Not all of us are built for it. What kind of world would it be if we were?”
― B.M. Tolbert, Kindel: The Crowning Of Our King

“Cal stares at me, eyes full of accusation. And longing. This time he takes me by surprise when he steps closer, and I fall back on my heels. “Did your mother destroy you entirely? Is there anything left of you?â€� he asks, searching my face. “Anything that isn’t hers?â€�
He won’t tell me what he’s looking for, but I know. Despite the walls my mother built around me, Cal always manages to weasel through. His hunting eyes fill me with sorrow. Even now, he thinks there’s something in me left to save—and to mourn. There is no escaping our fate, not for either of us. He must sentence me to die. And I must accept death. But Cal wants to know if he’s killing his brother along with the monster—or if the brother died long ago.
Cut for cut, my mother whispers, louder now, taunting. The words slice like a razor.
It would hurt him deeply, wound him forever, if I let him glimpse what little is left of me. That I’m still here, in some forgotten corner, just waiting to be found. I could ruin him with one glance, one echo of the brother he remembers. Or I could free him of me. Make the choice for him. Give my brother one last proof of the love I can no longer feel, even if he never knows it.
I weigh the choice in my heart, each side heavy and impossible. For one terrifying moment, I don’t know what to do.
Despite all my mother’s fine work, I can’t find it in myself to land that final blow.
I drop my gaze, forcing a detached smirk to my lips.
“I would do it all again, Cal,� I tell him, lying with such grace. It feels easy, after so many years behind a mask. “If given the choice to go back, I would let her change me. I would watch you kill him. I’d send you to the arena. And I’d get it right. I’d give you what you deserve. I’d kill you now if I could. I’d do it a thousand times.�
My brother is simple, easy to manipulate. He sees only what lies in front of him, only what he can understand. The lie does its job well. His eyes harden, that undying ember in him almost extinguished entirely. One hand twitches, wanting to form a fist. But the Silent Stone affects him too, and even if he had the strength to make me burn, he could not.
“Good-bye, Maven,� Cal says, his voice broken. He isn’t really speaking to me.
The farewell is for another boy, lost years ago, before he became what I am now. Cal lets go of him, the Maven I was. The Maven I still am, somewhere inside, unable or unwilling to step into the light.
This will be the last time we speak to each other alone. I can feel that in my marrow. If I see him again, it will be before the throne, or beneath the cold steel of the executioner’s blade.
“I look forward to the sentencing,� I drawl in reply, watching him flee the room. The door slams behind him, shaking paintings in their frames.
Despite all the difference between us, we have this in common. We use our pain to destroy.
“Good-bye, Cal,� I say to no one.
Weakness, my mother answers.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Broken Throne

“One day your lies will strangle you, King Maven. My only regret is I won't be alive to see it.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Red Queen

“I'm not a fool, little lightning girl. If you're going play in my head, I'm going to play in yours. It's what we're good at. -- Maven Calore, King's Cage”
― Victoria Aveyard