Ryan Graudin Quotes & Sayings

Now that I know, I can't unsee her girlness. The turned curve of her nose, the slant of her cheeks. How her eyelashes curl up just so. It would be a mistake to think that any of these things mean she's fragile. The very fact that she's sitting here, eight days after being stabbed, is testament to that. — Ryan Graudin

The world is wrong. I'm just doing my part to fix it. — Ryan Graudin

The wolves of war are gathering. They sing a song of rotten bones. — Ryan Graudin

These were the names she whispered in the dark.
These were the pieces she brought back into place.
These were the wolves she rode to war. — Ryan Graudin

It doesn't matter that she's holding those keys. None of them lets her outside. — Ryan Graudin

Even at their most basic function, needles do two things: They give and they take away. — Ryan Graudin

He did not make me. He did not break me. — Ryan Graudin

The braid is always stronger than the strand. — Ryan Graudin

People were more than crooked type and swastika-stamped documents. No number of bullet points and biography facts could pin the soul behind the eyes. — Ryan Graudin

A different voice slid through the speakers now--his voice. The one that raised armies, toppled kingdoms. The one that sent the entire stadium into a hush. Even the raindrops hung back in the sky; the air cleared into a spitting drizzle." p65 — Ryan Graudin

All secrets sound the same in the dark. — Ryan Graudin

Kids with roofs and hot food have better things to do than play survival of the thuggiest. — Ryan Graudin

Hope. A strange word. In her past, it had been a light, wispy thing. Crushed as easily as a finger under a guard's boot. But now...now hope weighed so much, as if the Colosseum itself had collapsed on top of her. Mortar and suffering. Brick and time. — Ryan Graudin

I'm tired of fixing things that always break. — Ryan Graudin

Her self-reflection was no reflection at all. It was a shattered mirror. Something she had to piece together, over and over again. Memory by memory. Loss by loss. Wolf by wolf. — Ryan Graudin

But I remember the way Jin Ling made her wishes. How she said I wish we could be together forever with the bite of a tigress. Nothing would be impossible enough to keep her wishes from being fulfilled. Not even the walled City. — Ryan Graudin

The moreness of him was beginning to show. The way ruins were excavated by an archaeologist. Brushstroke by brushstroke. Bit by bit. — Ryan Graudin

But this...her...she's more than warmth. She's fire, a soul, a name. Mei Yee reverbs through my head, my veins. Lodges like shrapnel in the far reaches of my chest. More powerful than a pound of C-4. Uncontrollable. — Ryan Graudin

The loss inside him kept piling - vertebrae shattered, finger bones lost, gravestone past and guillotine future, ghost woman and her ghost curls, — Ryan Graudin

Death - the aftermath of it - is a strange thing to watch from the pedestal of immortality. I've seen death in every way: as a thief in the night, as the heat of fever, as the lust of a warrior. Yet I've never really understood grief, or what it does to those left behind.

But seeing Richard alone in the dark. It breaks away pieces of me. I'm a glacier, plunging, falling apart against the sea. — Ryan Graudin

It never made sense to my young mind, how a hurt from so long ago could keep a man from walking right. Stay with him for the rest of his life. But now that I am older, now that I've fought my own wars and fired my own guns, I understand. — Ryan Graudin

The guard grabbed Yael's hand, snapped his pen across her skin in two quick strikes. X marks the survivor. — Ryan Graudin

There would be no dressing up as a maid. No cyanide slipped into his crystal glass of mineral water. The Fuhrer's death was to be a loud, screaming thing. A broadcast of blood over the Reichssender. — Ryan Graudin

This is my world. Wide and open and waiting. — Ryan Graudin

But their roots went deep, bound them together in a collective memory. With each new arrival, they pieced together more of their past, built more of their future. — Ryan Graudin

Cassiopeia? She was a queen long ago, in a different part of the world. The stories say she was very beautiful, but very proud. Too proud. She smack-talked some goddesses and got herself stuck up there for all eternity. — Ryan Graudin

Her heart kept splitting inside her. Growing and breaking, rended and rendered, reminding her that she was so, so sick of death. All it carried. All it buried. — Ryan Graudin

So she traced and she named. She hurt and she raged. She remembered. — Ryan Graudin

The world was not just moving. It was alive.
And it was ready to fight. — Ryan Graudin

She'd been trained to survive many things: starvation and bullet wounds. Winter nights and scouring sun. Double-tied knots and interrogations at knifepoint. But this? A boy's lips on hers. Moving and melding. Soft and strength, velvet and iron. Opposite elements that tugged and tor Yael from the inside. Feelings bloomed, hot and warm. Deep and dark. — Ryan Graudin

Once upon a different time, there was a girl who lived in a kingdom of death. Wolves howled up her arm. A whole pack of them--made of tattoo ink and pain, memory and loss. It was the only thing about her that ever stayed the same. — Ryan Graudin

Yael was a cobweb version, composed of gaps and strings and fragile nothings. — Ryan Graudin

There are moments you wait for. And then there are moments you wait for. Moments you spend every other moment preparing for. Points of your life that click and turn. Push you in a completely new direction. — Ryan Graudin

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