The Warrior Heir Quotes

“He's not lazy. He's just highly inefficient.”
― Cinda Williams Chima, The Warrior Heir

“Ellen could have killed me," Jack said quietly, "but she didn't. She saved my life."
"How come?" Fitch demanded. "After all this?"
Ellen turned scarlet and stared at the ground. "Maybe none of my opponents ever gave me flowers before," she mumbled.”
― Cinda Williams Chima, The Warrior Heir

“Just remember who you are... The world will try to change you into someone else. Don't let them. That's the best advice anyone can give you.”
― Cinda Williams Chima, The Warrior Heir

“Well now, Jack," Hastings said from the sidelines. "I'm afraid you've been beheaded. Not a good start." He sounded amused.”
― Cinda Williams Chima, The Warrior Heir

“And they always slept better with blades beneath their beds.”
― Cinda Williams Chima, The Warrior Heir

“D'Orsay's voice was cold. "Sponsors, control your warriors."
Hastings gave an almost imperceptable shrug. His warrior was upright only through the grace of his opponent. Wylie, on the other hand, was in Ellen's face immediately.
"What's the matter with you?" he hissed. "Finish him off, and let's be done with this." He made as if to grab her sword arm, as if he intended to settle the matter himself, but she threw him off hard. He landed in the grass. "You're a killer, Ellen!" he shouted. You've trained for this for a lifetime. Now do what comes naturally!"
Ellen pointed her sword at Wylie and flame ran along the blade.
"Be careful what you wish for," she said coldly.”
― Cinda Williams Chima, The Warrior Heir

“Why aren't you dead?" Will demanded.”
― Cinda Williams Chima, The Warrior Heir

“Ellen rose to her feet. Jack thought for a moment she was going to storm out. Instead, she picked up the pitcher of hot fudge and poured the contents onto Leesha Middleton's pink jeans and fuzzy white sweater.
"Oops." Ellen sat down again and went back to eating her ice cream.
Leesha screamed, a sound that could be heard in Canada. Every eye in Corcoran's was on her. She slid out of the booth and swiped ineffectually at her jeans with a napkin.Then she plucked at her ruined sweater with her thumb and forefinger. "You...you...I can't believe you did that!"
Ellen licked whipped cream from the back of her spoon and looked at Leesha calmly.
Leesha was tiny, but she seemed to expand, like an amphibian taking on air, then she drew herself up and retrieved her pink leather purse from the bench next to Jack. It was smeared with fudge too. "You'll pay for that, I promise you," she said to Ellen in a voice that raised the gooseflesh on Jack's neck. Then she turned and left.
For a moment, Corcoran's was totally silent.
Ellen looked across the table at Jack's sundae. "Are you going to finish that?”
― Cinda Williams Chima, The Warrior Heir

“More and more, there were no revelations, but simply the uncovering of truths long known but dimly remembered. Everything had been written long ago. There was nothing truly new in the world, but only the slow, circular march of time that revealed the old things once again.”
― Cinda Williams Chima, The Warrior Heir

“You can't always pick where you fight, or who you fight...or even...how you fight. But do the picking...whenever you can.”
― Cinda Williams Chima, The Warrior Heir

“The human mind had a remarkable ability both to discount what it sees and make reality conform to expectation.”
― Cinda Williams Chima, The Warrior Heir

“One more thing: Linda, can you get to Canterbury and take over my Chaucerian Society? They're at Dovecote Hostelry in the old city. We're visiting all the scenes of the great murders. Tomorrow they want to see where Becket was killed. They're a bloodthirsty lot, it seems.”
― Cinda Williams Chima, The Warrior Heir

“You look like a boy who has eaten the fruit of the tree of knowledge and doesn't like the taste.”
― Cinda Williams Chima, The Warrior Heir

“I've found it wise to enjoy any time of truce, while recognizing it for what it is. A truce.”
― Cinda Williams Chima, The Warrior Heir

“(A)ny time you buy weapons, or build an army, you begin to look for an excuse to use them. Plus, you pose more of a threat to others.”
― Cinda Williams Chima, The Warrior Heir

“They fought for glory, but not for blood. They were Weirlind, heirs of the warrior’s stone. And they always slept better with blades beneath their beds.”
― Cinda Williams Chima, The Warrior Heir

“Stupid. He was stupid. He was tired of being stupid.”
― Cinda Williams Chima, The Warrior Heir

“I guess you never think your enemy is as clever as you are.”
― Cinda Williams Chima, The Warrior Heir

“They fought for glory, but not for blood.”
― Cinda Williams Chima, The Warrior Heir

“Nick often frequented the coffee houses and taverns down by the university, spending hours in philosophical dialogues with his friends.”
― Cinda Williams Chima, The Warrior Heir

“A girl who would never play in a tournament. She'd been butchered by agents of the Red Rose when they'd been unable to steal her away.”
― Cinda Williams Chima, The Warrior Heir

“The world will try to Change you into someone else. Don't let them. That's the best advice anyone can give you.”
― Cinda Williams Chima, The Warrior Heir

“Just remember who you are. The world will try to change you into someone else. Don't let them. That's the best advice anyone can give you."
Nick Snowbeard”
― Cinda Williams Chima, The Warrior Heir

“Just remember who you are. The world will try to change you.into someone else. Don't let them. Theat's the bst advice anyone can give you.”
― Cinda Williams Chima, The Warrior Heir

“Whoever put steak and kidneys together in a pie made a serious error in judgment. — Nick Snowbeard”
― Cinda Williams Chima, The Warrior Heir

“You can't always pick where you fight, or who you fight...or even...how you fight. But do the picking...whenever you can.”
― Cinda Williams Chima, The Warrior Heir

“The winner of the tournaments takes control of the Wizard Council, which governs the guilds. Those who have come to power through the system are unlikely to change it. Our family is an aristocracy: privileged and idle, with little to do but spin intrigue.”
― Cinda Williams Chima, The Warrior Heir

“Maybe none of my opponents ever gave me flowers before,” she mumbled.”
― Cinda Williams Chima, The Warrior Heir