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1 " . Designed to look like a breastplate, the corset was trimmed in silver with sections that looked like overlapping plate armor. It fell to a frothy skirt and the lace at the top of the corset draped around the neckline in a way that hinted more than revealed. Dark and mysterious, the entire expanse of the full skirt was sewn in what looked like a battle scene, complete with charging horses, flying arrows, and dying corpses. I wasn’t sure if I should be impressed or horrified. I felt a little of both. "
― Sarah K.L. Wilson , Fly with the Arrow (Bluebeard's Secret, #1)
2 " There. That should get me some answers for once. I needed to be smart about this. I wasn’t used to fires that belched or bodiless heads, but I could still find ways to be sensible in a nonsensical world. "
3 " The thing about allies is that they never end up being the people you expect. The same is true for enemies. Which makes them hard to distinguish. "
4 " We are the story of our choices, our grim failures, our crippled successes. We are the story of our molten passions, our loves and hates, our tears in the silence. We are the story of how others touched or shunned us, of loves returned, revenges enacted. When all flesh and glory melts away and there is nothing left of us, we will be only the story going on to what comes next. "
5 " Now, what would we want with farms?” Grosbeak asked. “The people on farms are dull. They do not dream of flying like a bird or being gutted by a unicorn. Their thoughts are entirely of crop rotation and putting up carrots for winter.”“Maybe that’s because they like staying alive,” I said wryly. “You can’t live at all with such a lack of imagination,” Grosbeak said. “That’s just surviving. "
6 " After a moment, I realized that the person screaming so hoarsely was me. Bluebeard seized my face between his hands. “Izolda,” he said sharply. And then, again. “Izolda!” I managed to stop the hysterical sobs so that they were only very heavy breathing. “There, see? I told you it wasn’t so bad. You’re still mostly sane. "
7 " A dark shape was moving precisely beside us, neither ahead nor behind – so close that I felt I could reach out and touch it. It rumbled again with the promise of dismembering us in due time. “Mist Lions,” Bluebeard whispered. “They rise again, and all such monsters will rise the longer we linger. We must join the Wittenbrand at the Turning of Ages, the Game of Crowns, and we must join them soon or time itself will begin to unravel.” Well, that sounded like a bad thing. He was just full of pleasant news today. "
8 " I was not cattle. I was not a prize dog. I was his wife, and if that meant to him that he could use me as he liked, to me it meant that I was his equal and deserved to be treated as such. But I could wait until we were in private to tell him that. I could wait until it was just the two of us. And then I would show him how to treat his wife. "
9 " I was weak and vulnerable as a hare in the snare. My only protection, a madman and murderer. "
10 " He was right, I realized. I was only a tool. A thing. Or at least, that’s what I was to them. But imagine if you were trying to use a tool and it came to life? What if the axe started to chop at you or the blade twisted in your hand? I might be a tool to them, but I was a living tool. I would find my way to chop. "
11 " No man, no matter how pretty or fascinating, was worthy of having me for just a time. I wasn’t a trinket to be enjoyed for an evening and discarded. I was more like a marriage sword, to be worn with honor for all your life. "
12 " like a handful of snow flung into the air. Low on the horizon, the full moon clung to the edge of the earth as if afraid to show its face. Perhaps even the moon was wary of this mad place. "
13 " Mirror, tell my husband that I already own him body and soul. That is what marriage means. "
14 " I could have died, you know. He’s not the best shot in all of history, just the best shot there is right now! And how did you know he wouldn’t miss and kill us?”“I guessed,” I said. I hadn’t known. It was a calculated risk. I was the kind of person who took calculated risks because it was sometimes the only way to get ahead. You just had to be sensible about it. "
15 " I shivered at his words. No wonder he was willing to spend other people’s days so blithely if he thought we were nothing more than stories. Did he think he was writing my story? If he did, he should think again. I would not let it be written by anyone else but me. "
16 " To be able to speak and be spoken to was a gift I’d never fully realized before. I missed it sorely. "
17 " There was no difficult decision. There was no betrayal. Just a magic horse and me and the ground below and the air above, forever. "
18 " My good sense was screaming to me that now I was mixing fear and attraction and if I wasn’t careful, I’d be drunk on them, and once drunk on that deadly brew, I may never be able to feel one without the other – which would be very dangerous indeed. "
19 " If I had been a beautiful but brainless girl of fine fortune and the perfect heroine for a story then I would have been warned of the Law and I would have known not to break it, but I would have been courageous and headstrong and done it anyway. But since I was sensible and calm in a crisis and of mediocre appearance– despite my mother’s assurances of my beauty– no one had bothered to warn me of a pit that only a heroine could possibly fall into. Girls like me didn’t have to watch out for Laws and traps. "
20 " It always surprised me that Father– being such a practical man in all other respects– chose my high- spirited, dreamy mother and then this unsuitable horse. It was a weakness of his. And one that made me all the fonder of him. "