Lindsay Cummings > Lindsay's Quotes

“There is no pretending," Jace said with absolute clarity. "I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there is life after that, I'll love you then.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

“You love me. Real or not real?"
I tell him, "Real.”
― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

“It's about having the courage to do something, to take a risk, when it matters most.”
― Lindsay Cummings, The Fear Trials

“So now, when three Landers, members of a street gang, approach me in the back alley behind the Library, knives drawn, the silver barrel of a gun pointed at my heart, I know I am ready.”
― Lindsay Cummings, The Murder Complex

“Until they rip us apart, and even then, I'll fight.”
― Lindsay Cummings, The Murder Complex

“Only a generation of readers will spawn a generation of writers.”
― Steven Spielberg

“Being a nerd, which is to say going too far and caring too much about a subject, is the best way to make friends I know.”
― Sarah Vowell, The Partly Cloudy Patriot

“We're all good until we're not strong enough to be anymore.”
― Lindsay Cummings, The Murder Complex

“I swallow hard. She's right. But if something happens to her, I'll never forgive myself. "Then I'll let you go," I say, and lean forward to cut the bindings. "But... you owe me something first."
'And that is?" She's still staring up at the sky.
"A kiss" I say.
Her eyes never meet mine.
"Well?" I ask.
She nods and smiles, finally throwing me a stare that's as deadly as poison "You can kiss my ass, Zephyr James.”
― Lindsay Cummings, The Murder Complex

“The sky is a dangerous place for a girl without wings.”
― Lindsay Cummings, Ravenminder

“She was small in frame, a dark-haired whisp of a thing who bore the title of Rendegard’s Ravenminder.
She was the keeper of the messenger birds, at the furthest point south one could go before Lordach ended and the expanse of the Sundered Sea began.
The Ravenminder sat slumped over at a table in the center of the tower, amidst piles of worn parchment and handmade quills, and overturned ink wells that had spilled upon the wood like blood.
Her dark hair was a tangled mess of knots and stray bird feathers, and her grey eyes were as dull as river stones. She was, in every sense of the word, forgettable . . . save for the trio of raised black scars upon her right cheek.
Strange, then, that the Ravenminder bore a name as lovely as Ezer.
It had once belonged to a brave and beautiful demigoddess. The very one that hung the moon in the night skies above her tower.”
― Lindsay Cummings, Ravenminder

“He looked down at her like he expected her to shrink in the glory of his presence. A massive, jagged scar ran down the entirety of his face, stretching to the neckline of his cloak.
She lifted her own chin as if to better show hers.
Three for his one.”
― Lindsay Cummings, Ravenminder