Dire Bound Quotes

“Women in pain give men confidence.”
― Sable Sorensen, Dire Bound

“Give me the word and I’ll tear out his throat. All the lives I’ve ever taken were just training for this moment, my queen. Make me your instrument of vengeance. Let my hands act out your every savage, depraved thought. Use me. I’m yours.”
― Sable Sorensen, Dire Bound

“I am Meryn Sturmfrost, Queen of Nocturna, and I will use the twisting dark in my bones and my blood to hunt Killian Valtiere to the ends of the earth.”
― Sable Sorensen, Dire Bound

“Make me your instrument of vengeance. Let my hands act out your every savage, depraved thought. Use me. I’m yours.”
― Sable Sorensen, Dire Bound

“If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my twenty-three years alive, it’s this: women in pain give men confidence.”
― Sable Sorensen, Dire Bound

“He agreed so quickly to this, I was sure he'd misheard my request and thought we were marching off to a mildly incestuous four-way.”
― Sable Sorensen, Dire Bound

“The Strategos direwolves have convened and chosen their next leader. Anassa. You are the new Strategos Alpha.”
― Sable Sorensen, Dire Bound

“It takes a special man to tame a wild thing.”
― Sable Sorensen, Dire Bound

“Our people can’t even win a war; we’d never survive a revolution.”
― Sable Sorensen, Dire Bound

“Then, without warning, he forces my head to the side. He leans down, his breath now hot against my neck.  And his tongue streaks over my skin.”
― Sable Sorensen, Dire Bound

“you touch her again and I’ll cull you myself.”
― Sable Sorensen, Dire Bound

“Confidence makes men sloppy. And sloppy men are easy targets.”
― Sable Sorensen, Dire Bound

“If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my twenty-three years alive, it’s this: women in pain give men confidence. It stirs up something instinctive, deep inside of them, that makes them believe they have the upper hand, even if every logical piece of evidence screams at them they do not. Confidence makes men sloppy. And sloppy men are easy targets.”
― Sable Sorensen, Dire Bound

“You finally wish to be here.”
― Sable Sorensen, Dire Bound

“Give me the word and I’ll tear out his throat.”
― Sable Sorensen, Dire Bound

“And his tongue streaks over my skin.”
― Sable Sorensen, Dire Bound

“I’m the Queen of Shit Mountain.”
― Sable Sorensen, Dire Bound

“You were the blinding beauty of the sun personified.”
― Sable Sorensen, Dire Bound

“Give me the word and I’ll tear out his throat. All the lives I’ve ever taken were just training for this moment”
― Sable Sorensen, Dire Bound

“You fucked with the wrong woman,” a voice growls—mine, I realize belatedly—as I tear his jaw open and slam his own severed hand into it.”
― Sable Sorensen, Dire Bound

“I almost forgot how devastating grief is. How it leaves you husked and raw, but never numb. The pain is like a gaping wound—one no dressing can cover, no shield can truly protect. The agony of it might lessen, but it never truly leaves. It’s not just one feeling, either. Grief has layers and layers: sadness, bitterness, guilt, regret…”
― Sable Sorensen, Dire Bound

“The only thing they recovered from him was a finger.”
― Sable Sorensen, Dire Bound

“Whether or not you believe that is of no consequence anymore. You must, so you will.” Well, that’s pretty clear. I still cannot fully fathom that this is happening, but I guess it doesn’t matter if I want to accept this. It’s done.”
― Sable Sorensen, Dire Bound

“can’t remember his name. Roddert something?”
― Sable Sorensen, Dire Bound

“Coat silvery white against the snow… a ghost.”
― Sable Sorensen, Dire Bound

“It hurts. Fuck, it hurts. But that’s another thing Anassa doesn’t know about me. I’ve always used pain to fuel my anger, to keep myself going.”
― Sable Sorensen, Dire Bound

“but Igor’s been training me to throw them anyway. He said you never know when you might need to make someone shit their pants by tossing a dagger at their head.”
― Sable Sorensen, Dire Bound

“Tell me about the children,” I say. “Where were they taken?” His perfect brow furrows with confusion. “You’re looking for children?” Goddess, even his voice is gorgeous—musical and lilting. “The children you were keeping in the basement cells,” I grate. “The ones you sent your Nabbers for in Sturmfrost.” He blinks. “‘Nabbers’?” His gaze flicks to Stark in bewilderment. “What is this idiot talking about?” “Don’t play dumb,” I growl, impatience thrumming in my veins. “You’ve been abducting children from Nocturna for years. You were keeping at least three of them at the temple. Now tell me where they are.”
― Sable Sorensen, Dire Bound

“Anassa senses my fury. For a thundering heartbeat, I’m certain she’s going to attack Jonah and his wolf. And then someone else does it for us. Jonah is there one moment and gone the next. Jonah’s body slams against the wall of the training yard. A second after it happens, there’s a rush of wind, as if death just streaked past me and only narrowly left me breathing. The sheer power I just felt like a glimpse of something primordial … Someone is shouting. Gamma Daegan, I think. The wolves from both packs fall back, parting to give me a view of Jonah’s crumpled body where he’s groaning on the ground. My vision swims slightly as blood pours from my nose. A dark figure is standing over Jonah, shouting. At first, it’s garbled by the ringing in my ears. Then the words come through in a deep, enraged voice. “—you do not touch an Alpha that way!” Stark’s chest is heaving. Cratos isn’t beside him, but he doesn’t need his wolf’s sheer size to threaten Jonah. The menacing way his tattooed hands are clenching and unclenching says it all, like he’s imagining them around Jonah’s throat. “She’s not my Alpha, sir,” Jonah says, but his eyes are averted. “Your Alpha gave you an order not to use your magic on Strategos at full strength, and you disobeyed it!” Stark bellows. His entire pack stirs at the echo of his voice. Some of their wolves’ ears fold back, their heads lowering submissively below their shoulders. Stark’s voice quiets, but only slightly. It’s still loud enough for the whole training yard to hear, laced through with menace.”
― Sable Sorensen, Dire Bound

“You are an Alpha. You are not permitted the luxury of open weakness.” Fuck, this man is intense. “Everyone. Has. Weaknesses,” I hiss.”
― Sable Sorensen, Dire Bound