Madelief > Madelief's Quotes

“You must save yourself," Tairn demands. "I chose you not as my next but as my last, and should you fall, then I will follow.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“Should I get the Wingleader?”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Going for blood today, are we, Violence?"
"My name is Violet."
"I think my version fits you better.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“You still love me. It's possible." Gods, do I ache to kiss her, to remind her exactly what we are together, but I won't, not until she asks. "I'm not afraid of hard work, especially not when I know just how sweet the rewards are. I would rather loose this entire war than live without you, and if that means I have to prove myself over and over, then I'll do it. You gave me your heart, and I'm keeping it." She already owns mine, even if she doesn't realize it.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Tairn roars with the unmistakable sound of pride.

"Lightning wielder.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“You look all frail and breakable, but you're really a violent little thing, aren't you?”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“I'm just as reckless for you as you are for me.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“If you didn't figure it out, you weren't worthy of knowing." She huffs. "I waited six hundred and fifty years to hatch. Waited until your eighteenth summer, when I heard our elders talk of a weakling daughter of their general, the girl forecasted to become the head of the scribes, and I knew. You would have the mind of a scribe and the heart of a rider. You would be mine." She leans into my hand. "You are as unique as I am. We want the same things."
"You couldn't have known I would be a rider."
"And yet, here we are."
A thousand questions go through my head, none of which we have the time for, so I give her exactly what I wanted–to be seen for who and what she is.
"You are not a black dragon, or any of the six that we know of. You're a seventh breed."
"Yes." Her eyes widen in excitement.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“We do not eat our allies. —Tairn’s personal addendum to the Book of Brennan
as quoted by Cadet Violet Sorrengail”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“And you're going to teach us how to defeat you?" Aaric asks from behind us.
A corner of Xaden's mouth slowly curves upward. "I can teach you to try, but there's only one person capable of taking me down one day, and it isn't you, Graycastle.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“You have been the gift of my life," I tell Tairn.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“Oh good because books will keep her safe." Mira shoots Brennan an icy look.
"The right ones will.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“She makes a good point," Andarna agrees. "Can you carry a luminary?"
"That question insults me."
"Can you carry a luminary while insulted?" she prods.
Tairn growls.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“Your scales aren't really black."
"No." Even now, her scales are changing, taking on the grayish hue of the stone around us. "But he is, and I so badly want to be just like him."
"Tairn.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“And don't think that has anything to do with this." He points to his eye.
"I'm aware in the moments I lack emotion. You and Garrick don't need to share little oh no glances. I already feel it. It's like sliding over a frozen lake while a shrinking part of me screams that I'm supposed to be swimming in those pieces I've bartered away, and those feelings are right beneath the surface, but fuck is skating faster and a hell of a lot less messy. This shit?" He swings his finger back toward the house. "It's messy and painful and infuriating, and if I could choose to give this portion of myself away, so help me, Malek, I would. I get it now. It's not just the power that's addicting; it's the freedom to not feel this."
"Xaden," I whisper, all but bleeding out by the time he finishes.
[...]
"Don't barter it away." I beg as he stares at the sea and the words spill out of me faster and faster as his eyes harden and he resurrects the defences it took me a year to break past. "The pain. The mess. Give it to me. I'll hold it. I know that sounds ludicrous, but I'll find a way." I lace our fingers. "I will hold everything you don't want to feel because I love every part of you."
"You already hold my soul and now you want my pain? Getting greedy, Violence." He brings my hand to his mouth and brushes a kiss over my knuckles before letting go.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“Who did you kill?" She directs the question at Xaden.
"Everyone" he responds unapologetically.
She nods, then drops her blade.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“There's no magic here." He tugs me against him. "No power. No lure. No taunting reminder that I can save everyone if I just reach for it and take what's offered. It's only... peace.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“You are an inconvenience for which there is no adequate measurement" Sgaeyl

"Do not lecture me on the laws on my kind. Or you will learn how comfortable i am breaking them" Tairneanach”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“You definitely need to make him tell you about the venin he took down just outside Draithus."

"You what?" My stomach pitches sideways.

"Thanks for that, asshole." Xaden glares at Garrick.

"Just doing my part to help your communication skills thrive in a stable relationship." Garrick turns and walks backward, lifting his hands in a shrug.

"Like you have any room to talk about stable relationships," Imogen counters”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“And don't think that has anything to do with this." He points to his eye. "I'm aware in the moments I lack emotion. You and Garrick don't need to share little oh no glances. I already feel it. It's like sliding over a frozen lake while a shrinking part of me screams that I'm supposed to be swimming in those pieces I've bartered away, and those feelings are right beneath the surface, but fuck is skating faster and a hell of a lot less messy. This shit?" He swings his finger back toward the house. "It's messy and painful and infuriating, and if I could choose to give this portion of myself away, so help me, Malek, I would. I get it now. It's not just the power that's addicting; it's the freedom to not feel this."
"Xaden," I whisper, all but bleeding out by the time he finishes.
[...]
"Don't barter it away." I beg as he stares at the sea and the words spill out of me faster and faster as his eyes harden and he resurrects the defences it took me a year to break past. "The pain. The mess. Give it to me. I'll hold it. I know that sounds ludicrous, but I'll find a way." I lace our fingers. "I will hold everything you don't want to feel because I love every part of you."
"You already hold my soul and now you want my pain? Getting greedy, Violence." He brings my hand to his mouth and brushes a kiss over my knuckles before letting go.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“I changed my mind." He slides two fingers inside me. "That's my favorite sound.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“You have to find your center again, Violet. I can't do it for you." He holds my gaze, letting his words sink in, before adding, "You are a creature of logic and facts, and everything you know got turned upside down and shaken. You'll never know how truly sorry I am for that. But you can't just sit there and hope. You want it to change, then you have too figure it out, just like Gauntlet. You're the only one who can.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“Because I love you!" My voice breaks into a mortifying whisper that's almost half as embarrassing as the thoughts I can't keep from spinning in my brain. The thoughts that I've fought to hold at bay ever since my mother told me about the deal she made with him. Heat flushes my cheeks as he holds my stare, and frustration curls my hands into fists. "Because I want to think you kept me alive those first few months before Threshing because you were intrigued or impressed by me or attracted to me like I was to you, and not because you made a deal with my mother. Because it's horrifying to think that the only reason you fell in love with me is because of her. Because maybe you're right and I didn't want that particular truth, since I know there's a thin line between devotion and obsession, between cowardice and self-preservation, and I'm walking it when it comes to you. I love you so fucking much that I ignored every warning signal last year, and now half the time I don't know what side of that line I'm standing on because I'm too busy looking at you to watch my own feet!”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“I'll let you know if I need your help burying a body later."

Ridoc sputters into a cough, and Sawyer pounds him on the back.

"I think she might mean you," Rhiannon says as she gives Xaden an arch look.

"I'm certain she does.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“I'm in love with Xaden Riorson." Mira. Them. I seem to able to say the words to anyone who isn't Xaden.

"Hate to break it to you, but that's not a secret," Ridoc says, shaking his head.

"Yes, it is," I argue, my grip tightening on the mug.

"No," Sawyer chimes in. "It's really not."

"Hasn't been for a while," Rhi adds”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“How could you ever love someone like her?"
"I didn't." He shrugs.
"You are the first and only woman I've ever loved.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“Nothing kills powerful, unshakable love faster than opposing ideologies".”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“I told you I'm not in this for a battle. I'm winning the damned war”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“Look at me."
Slowly, I lower my hands, and he holds them in his as I open my eyes. He's right where we started this chat, on his knees in front of me.
"I don't want to have this discussion again." He uses the wingleader voice, then softens. "But I will. You're about to get some hard truths, because I wasn't clear enough in Cordyn.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“Don't look at me like that."
"Like what?" I arch an eyebrow.
His gaze flashes to mine. "Like you're thinking about the sparring gym last night."
"Well, now that you mention it." My tongue flicks over my lower lip, remembering how his hips pinned mine to the mat after everyone had left for the night. How close we both came to giving in to the pulsing need between us.
His jaw flexes, and his grip tightens on his fork. "Seriously. I can't think when you look at me like that."
"You're the one with the ridiculous rule about not falling for each other," I remind him.
"You're still looking." He forces his attention back to his plate.
"You make it hard to look away." I miss his mouth on my skin, the feel of his body pressed against mine. I miss the look on his face when he watched me come undone. But I miss the feeling of him curled around me in sleep more.
"I'm over here keeping my hands and memories to myself because you asked me to, and you're fucking me with your eyes. That's not playing fair."
"Told you to stop staring." There's laughter in his voice, but his face is as expressionless as ever.
I tap my fork on my plate in pure frustration. You know what. Fuck this. Two can play at this game.
"If you'd just man up and admit there's something between us, I would strip down to my skin so you could see every single inch of me. And once I had you begging, I'd drop down to my knees, undo those flight leathers you're wearing, and wrap my lips around—"
Xaden chokes.
Every head in the dining hall turns his way, and Garrick pounds on his back until Xaden waves him off, taking a drink of his water.
I grin, which earns me about six looks of confusion from our table and one set of rolled eyes from Liam.
"You're going to be the death of me”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing