Shadow Heir Quotes

“But it's not the name I'd give to a conqueror of worlds... I would've gone with Thundro or Ragnor. I might just call him Thundro anyway.”
― Richelle Mead, Shadow Heir

“Mistress, I have never asked anything of you in my servitude. But now, I beg you this: do not make me keep passing these adolescent sentiments back and forth all night.”
― Richelle Mead, Shadow Heir

“My smile faded, and I suddenly felt confused. My heart leapt in my chest. "Why would you do that for me?"

"What wouldn't I do for you?”
― Richelle Mead, Shadow Heir

“Everything‟s fine,” I said, with a tight smile. “Kiyo was just giving me
his latest explanation about how my son is a terror to be feared.”
Dorian scoffed. “Little Thundro? A terror? Hardly, unless perhaps
we‟re discussing diapers.”
― Richelle Mead, Shadow Heir

“He stepped forward and punched Dorian in the face, hard enough that I heard a thwack.
"Ow," moaned Dorian, wincing from the pain. "My greatest asset.”
― Richelle Mead, Shadow Heir

“I can’t have it either. It affects the babies in utero.”
“Nonsense,” he said, tossing his long auburn hair over one shoulder. Life would be easier if he wasn’t so damned good-looking. “Why, my mother drank wine every day, and I turned out just fine.”
“I think you’re proving my point for me,” I said dryly”
― Richelle Mead, Shadow Heir

“This dress makes me look fat," I told Jasmine as we stood near the back of the crowd and watched the last minute preperations fall into place.
She glanced over at me and my efforts to rearrange the folds of my long, gauzy dress.
"Your pregnant," she stated. "Everything's supposed to make you look fat."
I Scowled. "I think the correct reponse was 'No it doesn't.”
― Richelle Mead, Shadow Heir

“How do you know it was the blighted pile? Did you recognize Maiwenn’s gift?”
“No, but there was a marble bust of Dorian in there, which I figured must have been his kingdom’s ‘humble’ gift.”
― Richelle Mead, Shadow Heir

“And you think that's it? All is forgiven and he'll just be cool with me having Storm King's grandchildren because we're all united in some super team? That's naive."
Dorian's face suddenly hardened. "Equally naive is the thought that I would carelessly allow him to do anything to you or your children. How many times do I have to convince you of my protection? Do you really think that if he comes back here and attempts to harm one hair on your head, I'll allow it? Eugenie, if he so much as looks at you in a way I don't like, Rurik and his conspirators over there won't have a chance to act because I'll have long since run that bastard kitsune through myself." Dorian's tone astonishingly became light and easy again. "Now then. I wonder where we'll be making camp tonight.”
― Richelle Mead, Shadow Heir

“My life was split by two worlds, but he kept me whole.”
― Richelle Mead, Shadow Heir

“If we could manage any sort of trust again... Well. That would make me happier than you can imagine”
― Richelle Mead, Shadow Heir

“A man can never compete with a woman's father”
― Richelle Mead, Shadow Heir

“I did, however, manage to do it without hurting those dogs. Very considerate of me. Don't let it be said I'm not an animal lover-that wretched kitsune aside.”
― Richelle Mead, Shadow Heir

“We can't do this without you," I managed at last. "Everyone talks about my powers, but you're the badass here.”
― Richelle Mead, Shadow Heir

“Why not wear a scar of Motherhood? Better than a tattoo or a mark of Honor. Let the world know what you've achieved.”
― Richelle Mead, Shadow Heir

“People get too caught up in what they don't have and get bogged down as a result. There's joy in the present. It's important to just make the most of the these moments we have. Keep an eye on the future, but don't forget to enjoy NOW.”
― Richelle Mead, Shadow Heir

“Oh,” she said. “You can rest assured that I will kill him. Mostly this is to emphasize what I said before: no more time to lounge around and decide with no consequences. For every moment you waste deliberating today, the Oak King will be in the hands of my torturers, experiencing the most excruciating pain. Your delay extends that agony.”
“Oh, irony,” murmured Dorian.”
― Richelle Mead, Shadow Heir

“That was ridiculous," I told Dorian, once she'd left. "She's not the kind of person to fall for your flirting."
"On the contrary," said Dorian. "She's exactly the kind of person to fall for it. I understand these warrior maids, you know. They live such harsh, cold lives, always trying to keep up with the men... when really, they just need someone to make them feel like a woman. And that, of course, is an area in which I excel. Why, if I'd had ten minutes alone with her—”
― Richelle Mead, Shadow Heir

“Once you cross into the next loyal kingdom, however... be warned. You may not find such a warm reception. The Mimosa Land and its residents are not nearly so accommodating."
This was warm and accommodating? That didn't bode well for the next kingdom. I also found it sad that a place called the Mimosa Land was unfriendly. It sounded like a party waiting to happen.”
― Richelle Mead, Shadow Heir

“Wine's terrible for babies." Dorian swept into the sitting room to join me, elegantly arranging himself on a love seat that displayed his purple velvet robes to best effect.
"Well of course it is. I'd never dream of giving wine to an infant! What do you take me for, a barbarian? But for you... well, it might go a long way to make you a little less jumpy. You've been positively unbearable to live around.
"I can't have it either. It affects the babies in utero.”
― Richelle Mead, Shadow Heir

“And so went the rest of our conversation, with me having to constantly stop and explain what I’d just said. Each time, Dorian had some gentry equivalent for whatever I described. Some were more far-fetched than others, like when he said he was certain gorging on cake all day would achieve the same results as a blood-sugar test. He also had a very complicated explanation about how balancing a chicken in a tree was a well-established gentry method of determining gender. I was almost certain he knew there was no real equivalent to half the things I told him about and that he was making most of this up on the spot. He was simply trying to entertain me with the outlandish.”
― Richelle Mead, Shadow Heir

“I lifted the lid and found a piece of bread and some water—and a rat that quickly darted off the tray. Talk about adding insult to injury.”
― Richelle Mead, Shadow Heir