R.L. LaFevers Quotes & Sayings

A kiss for luck, demoiselle?"
It is a magnificent, lusty kiss and I feel nothing but deep regret that it may be his last.
Just before he pulls away, he whispers in my ear. "Duval said to give you that should I get a chance. It is from him. — R.L. LaFevers

I am left with the conviction that an avalanche would be easier to dissuade than that man. — R.L. LaFevers

He smiles then, and even though it is well past midnight, its as if the sun has just come out. — R.L. LaFevers

Sometimes I really hate being right. — R.L. LaFevers

Are men truly such idiots that they cannot resist two orbs of flesh? — R.L. LaFevers

The first book I opened looked promising - Mummies and Their Secrets by Sir Lynn N. Bandage. — R.L. LaFevers

For all that I have kissed before, I have never felt anything like this. It is as if I have swallowed a tiny piece of the sun, its warmth and light reaching into every corner of my soul and chasing away the shadows.
I surrender to that kiss - surrender to the strength and the courage and the sheer goodness of the man. — R.L. LaFevers

Not all men are the same, you know. With someone such as Gavriel, I would suggest appearing aloof, not chasing too much. He might see that as suffocating rather than charming.
Her words are sharp, but her voice is sweet, like honey on the edge of a blade, and meant to be cutting. I comfort myself with the knowledge that if Duval ever feels smothered by me, it will be because I am holding a pillow over his face and commending his soul to Mortain. — R.L. LaFevers

It is unwise for them to be so very happy, for the gods will feel the need to humble us. — R.L. LaFevers

I cannot tell her I have been moping over a broken heart when I have worked so hard to convince her I have no heart at all. — R.L. LaFevers

I bear a deep red stain that runs from my left shoulder down to my right hip, a trail left by the herbwitch's poison that my mother used to try to expel me from her womb. — R.L. LaFevers

... true faith never comes without anguish. — R.L. LaFevers

And so it is with us; we serve as handmaidens to Death. When we are guided by His will, killing is a sacrament. — R.L. LaFevers

I have found it is surprisingly difficult to remain sad when a cat is doing its level best to sandpaper one's cheeks. — R.L. LaFevers

Do you need anything before I go?
I want you to return my wits, I long to say. — R.L. LaFevers

The body on the ground is nothing more than a shell, a husk, and I am filled with a sense of peace. Yes, I think. Yes. This is what I want to be. An instrument of mercy, not vengeance. — R.L. LaFevers

He barks out a laugh. "My little rebel. — R.L. LaFevers

When one consorts with assassins, one must expect to dance along the edge of a knife once or twice. — R.L. LaFevers

While I am Death's daughter and walk in His dark shadow, surely the darkness can give way to light sometimes. — R.L. LaFevers

People hear and see what they expect to hear and see. — R.L. LaFevers

Truly, we are the gods' own children, forged in the fire of our tortured pasts, but also blessed with unimaginable gifts. — R.L. LaFevers

It is all we have left to us. And while it is more than I ever dared dream, it is nowhere near enough. — R.L. LaFevers

I am sorry,' he whispers. 'I am sorry I treated you so ill. I thought only to protect Duval.'
'It was not I who was poisoning him,' I say.
'No, but you had stolen his heart and I was afraid you would rip it from his chest when you left. — R.L. LaFevers

Jewels can be replaced, cousin. Independence, once lost, cannot. — R.L. LaFevers

Reluctantly, I headed for the stairs. I wasn't dawdling. Not exactly. Just giving Father a bit of time to calm down. — R.L. LaFevers

Why be the lamb when you can be the lion? — R.L. LaFevers

I comfort myself with the knowledge that if Duval ever feels smothered by me, it will be because I am holding a pillow over his face. — R.L. LaFevers

I blew that clay pigeon to smithereens. I don't know why Mum got so upset. According to Uncle Andrew she's a crack shot herself. But she says I'm too young. What I'd like to know is how old does a person have to be before they get to do all the fun stuff? — R.L. LaFevers

Perhaps that is because you mistake death for justice, and they are not the same thing at all. — R.L. LaFevers

You come to us well tempered, my child, and it is not in my nature to be sorry for it. It is a well tempered blade that is the strongest. — R.L. LaFevers

If he is smart, he will run. He is not. — R.L. LaFevers

There is no shame in scars, Ismae. — R.L. LaFevers

His divine spark lives within me, a presence that will never leave. And I am but one of many tools He has at His disposal. If I cannot act - if I refuse to act - that is a choice I am allowed to make. He has given me life, and all I must do to serve Him is to live. Fully and with my whole heart. With this knowledge comes a true understanding of all the gifts He has given me. — R.L. LaFevers

I almost hope it is a mouth that opens directly to hell, for of a certainty, we could use the heat. — R.L. LaFevers

So ... You are well equipped for our service.'
'Which is?'
'We kill people. — R.L. LaFevers

It takes a surprising amount of courage to place one's hand into an unseen area when your mind is thinking about vermin. — R.L. LaFevers

I pause at the door, wishing I could find a corner and sleep until my head clears, but the sailor said the abbess is expecting me, and while I do not know much about abbesses, I suspect they are not fond of waiting. — R.L. LaFevers

As far as I can tell, it doesn't make any difference to adults how clever children are. They always stick together. Unless you are sick or dying or mortally wounded, they will always side with the other adult. — R.L. LaFevers

God's Teeth,' he says. 'I was only trying to wake you. You were crying out in your sleep.'
'I was not,' I say, then look from his neck to my knife.
'When I tried to wake you, you stabbed me.' He sounds sore put out. and I cannot blame him. — R.L. LaFevers

I feel Him kiss my brow, a chill weight on my forehead. In the kiss is absolution, yes, but understanding as well. Understanding that it is He I serve, not the convent. His divine spark lives within me, a presence that will never leave. And I am but one of the many tools he has at his disposal. If I cannot act
if I refuse to act
that is a choice I am allowed to make. He has given me life, and all I must do to serve Him is live. Fully and with my whole heart. — R.L. LaFevers

Are you the one named Alyse? For he calls that name in his sleep."
"No, that is his beloved sister, dead these past three years." The depth of my disappointment that it is not my name he calls takes me completely by surprise.
"Ah," the old nun says sympathetically, as if she somehow knows what I am feeling. "Then perhaps you are Sybella. That is the name he asks for when he is awake. — R.L. LaFevers

If you are not careful, soon you will have men locking themselves in dungeons so that you can rescue them. — R.L. LaFevers

In the distance a wolf howls. Let it come, I think. Beast will most likely simply howl back, and the creature will either turn tail and run or fall into line behind him, like the rest of us have. — R.L. LaFevers

When he laces his fingers through mine, my heart does its now familiar panicked flight, bumping painfully against my ribs. My shoulder twitches as if to pull my hand back, but my heart overrules it. — R.L. LaFevers

Whenever you are ready, or if you never are, my heart is yours ... — R.L. LaFevers

I will sit here but an hour or two, then leave."
I yawn. "So very long as that?"
When he answers, there is a wry note in his voice. "I do have my reputation to protect. — R.L. LaFevers

And just as love has two sides, so too does Death. While Ismae will serve as His mercy, I will not, for that is not how He fashioned me. Every death I have witnessed, every horror I have endured, has forged me to be who I am
Death's justice. — R.L. LaFevers

Tis Vanth's cage. You can just move it out of the way."
"I already have," he grumbles. "With my shin. — R.L. LaFevers

He does not start guiltily, as he should, but frowns in annoyance. "Who are you?"
I slip my hand through the slit of my overskirt, and my fingers close around the hard wood of the crossbow tiller. "Vengeance," I say softly. — R.L. LaFevers

Hate cannot be fought with hate. Evil cannot be conquered by darkness. Only love has the power to conquer them both. — R.L. LaFevers

However, there are those who deserve to die but who have not yet encountered the means to do so - we help them on their way. — R.L. LaFevers

Surely He does not give us hearts so we may spend our lives ignoring them. — R.L. LaFevers

It is this kindness of his that unsettles me most. I can dodge a blow or block a knife. I am impervious to poison and know a dozen ways to escape a chokehold or garrote wire. But kindness? I do not know how to defend against that. — R.L. LaFevers

Every time he glances at me I feel it just as surely as if he has reached out and run his finger along my soul. It is all I can do not to smile at the sheer wonder of it. — R.L. LaFevers

Then he offers me his arm. As I take it, I wonder what folly decreed that women cannot walk unassisted. — R.L. LaFevers

The pain of hope dying is worse than his fists and boots. — R.L. LaFevers

The maids in my village talked of falling in love with a man at first sight. That has always seemed naught but foolishness to me. Until I enter Sister Serafina's workshop. It is unlike anything I have ever seen, full of strange sights and smells, and I tumble headlong into love. — R.L. LaFevers

It is a good thing I no longer have a heart, because if I did, it would surely break. — R.L. LaFevers

I stare at him coldly. "I do not care for needlework." I pause. "Unless it involves the base of the skull. — R.L. LaFevers