Lynette Noni > Quotes

“Normal is tedious, it's boring. The best people are the ones with stories, the ones who have lived through things others can only imagine in their wildest dreams and their worst nightmares.”
― Lynette Noni, The Gilded Cage

“Looking from Alex to Kaiden, taking in their joined hands and having witnessed the sweet kiss, he dryly said, “I bet lover boy Aven would kill to be in your shoes right now, Kaid.”
― Lynette Noni, Vardaesia

“Who did this to you?” he asked, in that same quiet tone, but now it was brimming with something else: anger.”
― Lynette Noni, The Blood Traitor

“Who is this Tipp I keep hearing about?” Ashlyn murmured. “Unnaturally happy kid,” Cresta said, sounding bored. “Like a little brother to Kiva, until he learned she’d been lying to him for years. Keep up, would you?”
― Lynette Noni, The Blood Traitor

“By the laws of the country to which we were born, I, Crestoria Vossendi Kildarion, challenge you, Navok Arakkis Kildarion, to the blood duel.”
― Lynette Noni, The Blood Traitor

“We can look at the darkness and let it consume us, or we can recognize that it's only temporary, trusting that once it passes, the light will return.”
― Lynette Noni, The Blood Traitor

“may the light be your guide.”
― Lynette Noni, Vardaesia

“Please, don’t look at me like that. Don’t look at me like I’m broken.”
― Lynette Noni, The Prison Healer

“The Rebel Queen may have perished at Zandilov, but her daughter was alive and well, and free of Zandilov after ten long years.
The Rebel Princess was finally ready to rise.”
― Lynette Noni, The Prison Healer

“For them, she would fight
For them, she would live”
― Lynette Noni, The Blood Traitor

“I loved my brother and I understand why he thought he couldn't live the future laid before him, but I also hate him a little for leaving me like that. And also for the message he left behind - one that he himself didn't listen to. He let them brake him. And in turn, his death nearly broke me.”
― Lynette Noni, We Three Heroes

“Do me a favor and try not to puke again,” Caldon said, gripping his swords and rising from his crouch. “With you behind me, I’ll be right in your trajectory. You’ll ruin my outfit.”
― Lynette Noni, The Gilded Cage

“Jordan grimaced and said, “They’re kind of… booby-trapped.” “Booby-trapped,” she deadpanned. He looked at her innocently and shrugged as if to say it wasn’t his fault. “You know what?” Alex muttered. “I don’t even want to know how you know that.”
― Lynette Noni, Akarnae

“Oriel frowned. “You called Flox fat yesterday. He’s not fat—he’s fluffy.”
― Lynette Noni, The Gilded Cage

“He was all that was holding her together”
― Lynette Noni, The Gilded Cage

“Cresta — she’s —” “A Kildarion?” Caldon said, his grin widening. “That was a delicious little secret to keep, let me tell you.” Kiva gaped at him. “You knew?” He rolled his eyes. “When are you going to realize that I know everything?”
― Lynette Noni, The Blood Traitor

“Because it was Caldon. He was paler than a corpse, his golden hair a tousled mess, but his cobalt eyes were sparkling as he drawled, “I leave you alone for a few hours, and look what happens.”
― Lynette Noni, The Blood Traitor

“Let me guess,” Alex said, rubbing her arm from his nearly bruising grip. “The elders hang here?” Creepy church-like building for creepy vampire-like creatures? It made sense in her mind. “The elders do not hang,” Caspar Lennox said, his distaste for her word choice clear.”
― Lynette Noni, Graevale

“That leads me to the bonus I promised, and here it is: everyone is lying to you, Six-Eight-Four. Everyone.”
― Lynette Noni, Weapon

“If I end up with a cricked neck, you’re giving me a massage tomorrow,” he said, leaning his head against Tipp’s mattress, his long legs stretched out in front of him. He closed his eyes and said, “Go to sleep, Kiva.” She couldn’t keep the tears from welling this time, knowing he was only staying there for her. “Gods, don’t start crying again,” Caldon mumbled, somehow sensing her overflowing emotions, even with his eyes closed. “Come here.” He reached out blindly and drew her closer until her head rested on his shoulder, and only then did he repeat, “Sleep, Kiva.”
― Lynette Noni, The Blood Traitor

“As with the rest of the palace, the library was colored gold and white, but here the walls were made of bookshelves that rose at least three floors high, with spiraling ladders between them and balconies on each level, all looking down to the open floor that was sparse but for the numerous comfortable reading chairs. In the center of it all and stretching up to the muraled ceiling sat a massive, twisting trunk of a pale oak tree, like an ancient guardian watching over the tomes.”
― Lynette Noni, The Gilded Cage

“The Sword of the Stars,” Xiraxus repeated. “The Bringer of Light. The Blade of Glory. The Weapon of the Ages.”
― Lynette Noni, Draekora

“But frank hostility Which leads to loss and numbing pain From deathly certainty”
― Lynette Noni, Vardaesia

“neck and into his impossibly soft hair, holding his face to hers, never wanting their kiss to end.”
― Lynette Noni, The Gilded Cage

“Life is full of cross-roads, Alex. Full of choices”
― Lynette Noni, Raelia

“Instead of laughing as he’d intended, Kiva felt new tears well in her eyes at how he was treating her. At how normal he seemed. “No, gods, please don’t start again.” Caldon raised his hands in a pleading sign. “I don’t have anything dry left for you to snot into.”
― Lynette Noni, The Blood Traitor

“Kiva shot a look at the princess. “You said it’s mostly men who it kills.” Ashlyn shrugged. “I might have fibbed a little. It’s an equal-opportunity poison.” Her silvery eyes danced as she added, “If you’d died, at least you wouldn’t have had to marry Navok. I figured you’d be happy either way.” Deadpan, Kiva said, “Please never try to help me again.”
― Lynette Noni, The Blood Traitor

“the battle within is often greater than the battle without”
― Lynette Noni, Graevale

“You made me fall in love with a lie”
― Lynette Noni, The Blood Traitor

“My middle name is Jaren—that’s what my friends and family call me.” Pointedly, he said, “That’s what you call me, too.” “Not Prince Jaren?” Kiva asked. “No, just Jaren.” “What about Your Highness?” He pulled a face. “Definitely not.” “Your Grace?” “I’m not a duke.” “Your Excellency?” “Nor a lord.” “Your Majesty?” “Please stop.”
― Lynette Noni, The Prison Healer