Rhy Alucard Quotes & Sayings

Turner rolls his eyes and stomps towards the door. I don't know if I've ever really seen him just walk. When he's in a good mood, he swaggers. When he's pissed, he slams his feet against the floor like it owes him money. — C.M. Stunich

Alucard snaked an arm possessively around his shoulders and brought his lips to the prince's neck, just below his ear. Rhy actually shivered.
"You are far too familiar with your prince," he warned.
"So you confess it, then?" His brushed his lips against Rhy's throat. "That you are mine. — Victoria Schwab

One day you will be old and wrinkled, and I will still love you. — V.E Schwab

For me, it's very interesting to take one object and really dissect it to as many layers as possible. — Christian Cota

I have many gay friends who don't support gay marriage either. — Lucinda Creighton

What are we drinking to?"
"The living," said Rhy.
"The dead," said Alucard and Lila at the same time.
"We're being thorough," added Rhy. — V.E Schwab

I take my time. I want to be myself. I don't deny myself in the here and now. This is our practice - we call it aimlessness. We don't put a goal in front of ourselves and run after it constantly. If we do, we'll be running all our life and never be happy. Happiness is possible only when you stop running and cherish the present moment and who you are. Who you are is already a wonder; you don't need to be someone else. You are a wonder of life. — Thich Nhat Hanh

Nothing is difficult; it is only we who are indolent. — Benjamin Haydon

The real desk isn't one with four legs and a filing cabinet. It's the space of time that you stake out every day and the will with which you defend it. — Josh Ritter

Rhy clenched his teeth, fighting back a groan, but his stillness must have betrayed him; he felt Alucard smile against his skin. The man's fingers drifted to his tunic, deftly unbuttoning his collar so his kisses could continue downward, but Rhy felt him hesitate at the sight of the scar over his heart. "Someone has wounded you," he whispered into Rhy's collarbone. "Shall I make it better? — Victoria Schwab

Luc?" rasped Rhy.
"I'm here," answered Alucard. "I'm here. Stay with me."
He tried to speak, but his heart slammed against his ribs as if trying to break through. — V.E Schwab

Central bankers always try to avoid their last big mistake. So every time there's the threat of a contraction in the economy, they'll over stimulate the economy, by printing too much money. The result will be a rising roller coaster of inflation, with each high and low being higher than the preceding one. — Milton Friedman

I told you to keep him safe, not cuddle."
Alucard spread his hands behind him on the sheets. "I'm more than capable of multitasking — V.E Schwab

You missed me," said Alucard. It was not a question, but there was a confession in it, because everything about Alucard - the tension in his back, the ways his hips pressed into Rhy's, the race of his heart and the tremor in his voice - said that the missing had been mutual.
"I'm a prince," said Rhy, striving for composure. "I know how to keep myself entertained."
The sapphire glinted in Alucard's brow. "I can be very entertaining. — Victoria Schwab

Clearly," I said, "we should choose not to have good sense, if that good sense contributes to our misery."
Everyone agreed with me, and yet I found no one who wanted to accept the bargain of becoming ignorant in order to become content. From this I concluded that though we greatly value happiness, we place even greater value on reason.
But yet, upon reflection, it seems that to prefer reason to happiness is to be quite insane. — Voltaire

Rhy felt Alucard's eyes wandering slowly, hungrily, over him, and he blushed. The heat started in his face and spread down, through his collar, his chest, beneath shirt and belt. It was disconcerting; Rhy might not have magic, but when it came to conquests, he was used to holding the power - things happened at his whim, and at his pleasure. Now he felt that power falter, slip. In all of Ames, there was only one person capable of flustering the prince, of reducing him from a proud royal to a nervous youth, and that was Alucard Emery. Misfit. Rogue. Privateer. And royal. — Victoria Schwab

If you don't show, I'm likely to do something foolish, like throw myself at Aluc- — Victoria Schwab

When I draw it feels very natural - intuitive. I don't think about it, I just do it. My visual vocabulary is self-selecting and second nature to me. Writing is harder for me. It's something I struggle with. Drawing always comes first. — Arthur Jones