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“They trained me for this. It's their own fault. They helped make their own doom.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Red Queen

“As you enter, you pray to leave. As you leave, you pray to never return.”
― Victoria Aveyard, King's Cage

“The truth doesn't matter. It only matters what the people believe.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Red Queen

“You want me to pin my entire operation, the entire revolution on some teenaged love story? I can't believe this.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Red Queen

“They don't know the meaning of danger or fear or pain. It's only their pride that can be truly hurt.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Red Queen

“I could set this world on fire and call it rain"- Maven”
― Victoria Aveyard, Red Queen/Glass Sword

“When his flame falls, my lightning rises, and so on.”
― victoria aveyard, Glass Sword

“And you're late."
"I prefer chronologically challenged.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Cruel Crown

“The Red Queen shook her head. "You may call it 'nonsense' if you like," she said, "but I've heard nonsense, compared with which that would be as sensible as a dictionary!”
― Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There

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

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

“One day he will leave, or die, or betray me like so many others have. One day, he will hurt me.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Glass Sword

“Yes, Your Grace," I correct her. "I am My Lady, the King's Mother, now, and you shall curtsey to me, as low as to a queen of royal blood. This was my destiny: to put my son on the throne of England, and those who laughed at my visions and doubted my vocation will call me My Lady, the King's Mother, and I shall sign myself Margaret Regina: Margaret R.”
― Philippa Gregory, The Red Queen

“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.”
― Victoria Aveyard

“I could set the world on fire and call it rain”
― Victoria Aveyard

“I am married to a prince who will one day be a king. Usually this is where the fairy tale ends. Stories don't go much further than this moment, and I fear there's a good reason for it. A sense of dread hung over today, a black cloud I still can't get rid of. It is an unease deep in the heart of me, feeding off my strength.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Cruel Crown

“My skin burs under Maven's gaze, with the memory of one stolen kiss. It was him who saved me from Evangeline. Cal who saved me from escaping and bringing more pain upon myself. Cal who saved me from conscription. I've been too busy trying to save others to notice how much Cal saves me. How much he loves me.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Red Queen

“I am finally learning my lesson. Anyone can betray you”
― Victoria Aveyard

“I follow the usual schedule... Wake up. Immediately regret it.”
― Victoria Aveyard

“We can't choose who we love. I wish, more than anything, that we could.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Glass Sword

“His opinion isn鈥檛 worth the rust on my fathers wheelchair”
― 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

“Words can lie. See beyond them”
― victoria aveyard

“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. 鈥淒id your mother destroy you entirely? Is there anything left of you?鈥� he asks, searching my face. 鈥淎nything that isn鈥檛 hers?鈥�
He won鈥檛 tell me what he鈥檚 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鈥檚 something in me left to save鈥攁nd 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鈥檚 killing his brother along with the monster鈥攐r 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鈥檓 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鈥檛 know what to do.
Despite all my mother鈥檚 fine work, I can鈥檛 find it in myself to land that final blow.
I drop my gaze, forcing a detached smirk to my lips.
鈥淚 would do it all again, Cal,鈥� I tell him, lying with such grace. It feels easy, after so many years behind a mask. 鈥淚f given the choice to go back, I would let her change me. I would watch you kill him. I鈥檇 send you to the arena. And I鈥檇 get it right. I鈥檇 give you what you deserve. I鈥檇 kill you now if I could. I鈥檇 do it a thousand times.鈥�
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.
鈥淕ood-bye, Maven,鈥� Cal says, his voice broken. He isn鈥檛 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鈥檚 blade.
鈥淚 look forward to the sentencing,鈥� 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.
鈥淕ood-bye, Cal,鈥� I say to no one.
Weakness, my mother answers.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Broken Throne

“Today, I wanted to be a bit aggressive and sexy . . . to be a provoking woman who remains a ghost in the hearts of men, so vivid that they could never forget. And this ghost shines with different colours in their imagination every time . . . I have always been good at being a muse. I adored this role and have always kept improving this image.”
― Mariia Manko, Through the Magic Sunglasses

“If. I hate that stupid word.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Red Queen

“If only I were still a child, and this were all a bad dream.”
― Victoria Aveyard, War Storm

“You did almost everything the Scarlet Guard and Montfort asked. Gave up everything they wanted. Except that." He points at the crown still nestled on my head "Why? If you knew you would never be able to keep it?"

My answer sounds foolish, like it comes from a child. I say it anyway. "This is my father's crown."

"But the crown is not your father," he says quickly, rising to his feet. In two strides he has me by the shoulder, and his voice softens, "It isn't your mother either. And it won't bring either of them back.”
― Victoria Aveyard, War Storm

“Even targeted therapy, then, was a cat-and-mouse game. One could direct endless arrows at the Achilles' heel of cancer, but the disease might simply shift its foot, switching one vulnerability for another. We were locked in a perpetual battle with a volatile combatant. ... the Red Queen tells Alice that the world keeps shifting so quickly under her feet that she has to keep running just to keep her position. This is our predicament with cancer: we are forced to keep running merely to keep still.”
― Siddhartha Mukherjee, The Emperor of All Maladies: A Biography of Cancer

“Sometimes it's so awful I check to make sure my eyes and ears aren't bleeding. They never do. Her words never exist beyond the cage of my head.”
― Victoria Aveyard, War Storm