Charlie Peterson > Charlie's Quotes

“Oh, gods.”
“Which one are you calling out for? Because it’s just you and me in this room, Vi, and I don’t share.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“My breath catches and my body warms, the traitorous bitch. You are not attracted to toxic men, I remind myself, and yet, here I am, getting all attracted.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

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

“I am annoyingly aware of everything you do.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“You turned oranges into a weapon, Violence?”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“She can't die, and not just because there's a chance I won't survive. She can't die because I know I can't live without her even if I do.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Tairn roars with the unmistakable sound of pride.

"Lightning wielder.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Scratch her eyes out,” Andarna suggests. “Really. The eyes are the softest tissue. Just jab your thumbs in there—”

“Andarna! Use some common sense,” Tairn snaps. “The kneecaps are a much easier target.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“I could torch him if you would like,” Tairn offers. “But you do seem attached.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“Touch me and I swear to the gods, I’ll cut your fucking hands off and let the quadrant sort you out in the next round of challenges, Dain Aetos.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“I bet we get seven inches tonight.” “Maybe more if you’re good.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“Who the fuck’s flight jacket are you wearing?”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“That trick you mentioned? You know, with the fingers?” A slow smile spreads across my face. “Thanks.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“Me? Argue with you about books? I only pick fights I can win.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“All this time, you’ve been convincing everyone you’re the hero, and now you’ll be the villain…especially in her story.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“We do not eat our allies”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“Are you trying to bring me to my knees? Or win the argument?” His hand flexes at my hip as his heated gaze sweeps over me. “Yes,”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“My house. My chair. My woman.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“I want you feral.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“Seriously?” Brennan remarks. “Right in front of me?” “Oh, this is tame for them,” Mira replies. “Wait until they decide to basically climb each other in a public place. You can’t burn that shit out of your head, trust me.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“It’s already snowing up the pass. I bet we get seven inches tonight.” “Maybe more if you’re good.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“So scared I’m pretty sure either my heart’s going to give out or I’m about to shit myself,” Ridoc answers from her other side.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“what even is that? Yearning? Infatuation?” I roll my eyes. “Love?” She says the word like it’s poisonous, and something on my face must give me away because the disgust on hers morphs into shock. “Oh, no. You’re in love with him, aren’t you?” “You can’t possibly know that just by looking at me,” I counter, my spine stiffening. “Ugh. Let’s go throw knives at shit.”
― 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

“You aren't where I left you, Violence.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“Life is varying degrees of pain, but Liam never leaves. He’s there every time I open my eyes, watching, talking me through the torture, holding my sanity together while simultaneously proving it’s already left.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“A driving, pounding, uncontrollable need courses through me with every beat of my pulse, demanding an outlet, demanding I rip through the confines of her leather and trade her sweet taste for the incomparable perfection of sinking into her when she comes.
I need to fuck her, to flip her over the arm of this throne and drive into her, but I can't. I need her nail marks in the wood, need her cries filling this whole fucking house, need her knowing what I can be for her—anything and everything she needs. She's heaven in my mouth. Flawless. Mine. And she's almost there. Gods, yes, her legs are shaking, her walls are fluttering around my tongue. I love her so fucking much.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“Scratch her eyes out,” Andarna suggests. “Really. The eyes are the softest tissue. Just jab your thumbs in there—” “Andarna! Use some common sense,” Tairn snaps. “The kneecaps are a much easier target.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“Like a moth to a damned flame, I'm more than willing to let you burn me.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“My house. My chair. My woman.” He punctuates each claim with a flick of his thumb, popping button by button free.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame