Isabeau Quotes

“I can do this, Logan," she said confidently. "Kala trained me for this."
"What if something goes wrong? I can't exactly wave a magic wand over you. I'm not Harry Potter."
"Who?"
"Never mind.”
― Alyxandra Harvey, Blood Feud

“Finally, a bit of luck. Rat bastard,' I hissed down at Montmartre. 'Mangy dog of a scurvy goat.'
'That doesn’t even make sense,' Isabeau murmured.
'Feels good though. Try it.'
She narrowed her eyes at the top of Montmartre’s perfectly groomed hair. 'Balding donkey’s ass.'
'Nice.'
'Sniveling flea-bitten rabid monkey droppings.'
'Clearly, you’re a natural.”
― Alyxandra Harvey, Blood Feud

“Logan?'
'Yes?' I pulled my clothes back on even though the fabric stuck to my wounds. So much for trying to keep them clean.
'How did you know it wasn’t really me?'
'Are you kidding? Your eyeballs could be on fire and you wouldn’t bat your lashes at me like that.”
― Alyxandra Harvey, Blood Feud

“I nodded. “Where’s your hunter?”
She flinched. “He went home. We thought it would be best.”
Her eyes went from worried to warning. “He’s under Drake protection.”
“So am I, or so I’ve been led to understand.”
“Of course you are,” Lucy said, her nose pressed to the window. “Misunderstanding. No big deal.”
Solange quirked a half smile. “You might try complete sentences, Lucy.”
“Can’t. Busy.”
I was curious despite myself. “What are you doing?”
“Drooling,” Solange explained fondly.”
― Alyxandra Harvey, Blood Feud

“He … loves her. Well, he’s crushing on her anyway.”
I didn’t know the term but I understood its meaning well enough. I sighed. “I thought she’d be smarter.”
He raised his eyebrows. “She’s plenty smart.” He looked thoughtful. “You don’t believe in love then?”
“No.” I wanted to look away, couldn’t. “I don’t know.”
― Alyxandra Harvey, Blood Feud

“«Posso fingere di avere un nome diverso dal mio, ma non nasconderò più ciò che sono e ciò che sento.»
Il giovane prese il coraggio a due mani e si buttò: «Io ti amo, Isabeau, voglio che tu lo sappia. Ti amo dal primo giorno che ti ho vista.» In quella miniatura sul libro, pensò, ma invece aggiunse: «Dal giorno in cui ti ho trovata accanto al mio letto al risveglio. Non ho desiderato che te, pur sapendo che non avrei mai potuto averti, e ho sofferto in silenzio ogni volta che ti ho pensata insieme a un altro.» Le strinse le mani forte tra le dita, con emozione. «Io ti desidero più di ogni altra cosa al mondo, ma non voglio che tu sia infelice. Se tu non mi vuoi, rifiuterò il matrimonio, manderò all'aria tutta la commedia se necessario, costi quello che costi, e non mi interessa ciò che dirà o farà il tuo tutore e nemmeno ciò che farà il re. Io voglio che tu sia libera, tutto il resto non conta.»”
― Cecilia Randall, Hyperversum

“I leaped toward her, landing behind her to guard her back before the Hel-Blar reached us. She shot me a half-surprised, half-grateful glance. The moon glinted on her sword and the chain mail sewn into the leather of her tunic, over her heart.
“Stay close,” I told her.
She snorted. “I have a sword and you have a butter knife. Staying close is about your only option.”
― Alyxandra Harvey, Blood Feud

“Isabeau had never been afraid of the dark, but she was beginning to hate it, with a feeling that was more enmity than fear.”
― Mere Rain, In the Dark Heart of Winter