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“Beauty you're born with, but brains you earn.”
― Jay Kristoff, Nevernight

“Iron or glass? they'd ask.
She was neither.
She was steel.”
― Jay Kristoff, Nevernight

“Never flinch" A cold whisper in her ear. "Never fear. And never, ever forget.”
― Jay Kristoff, Nevernight

“You'll be a rumor. A whisper. The thought that wakes the bastards of this world sweating in the nevernight. The last thing you will ever be, girl, is someone's hero.”
― Jay Kristoff, Nevernight

“When all is bood, blood is all.”
― Jay Kristoff, Nevernight

“Cock is just another word for 'fool.' But you call someone a cunt, well..." The girl smiled. "You're implying a sense of malice there. An intent. Malevolent and self-aware. Don't think I name Consul Scaeva a cunt to gift him insult. Cunts have brains, Don Tric. Cunts have teeth. Someone calls you a cunt, you take it as a compliment. As a sign that folks believe you're not to be lightly fucked with.”
― Jay Kristoff, Nevernight

“Forget the girl who had everything. She died when her father did."
"But I--"
"Nothing is where you start. Own nothing. Know nothing."
"But why would I want to do that?"
His smile made her smile in return.
"Because then you can do anything.”
― Jay Kristoff, Nevernight

“Mia stayed where she was, distrust plain in her eyes.
"I've got tea," Mercurio sighed. "And cake."
The girl covered her growling belly with both palms.
". . . What kind of cake?"
"The free kind."
Mia pouted. Licked her lips and tasted blood.
"My favorite."
And she took the old man's hand.”
― Jay Kristoff, Nevernight

“The Light is full of lies, Acolyte. The Suns serve only to blind us.”
― Jay Kristoff, Nevernight

“You can keep the glory. I'm just here for the blood.”
― Jay Kristoff, Godsgrave

“Silver at her throat. Stone at her feet. Iron in her heart.”
― Jay Kristoff, Godsgrave

“We walk the shadow road. If we do it right no one should ever know our real names. We should be a rumor. A whisper. The thought that wakes the rich in their sleep.”
― Jay Kristoff, Nevernight

“She looked to Mister Kindly, sitting on the road beside her.
'Not. A. Fucking. Word.'
'. . . meow . . .' he said.”
― Jay Kristoff, Nevernight