Smoke and Scar Quotes

“I don’t see through you,” she said, her melodic voice so soft that he thought he might have imagined it. “I just see you.”
― Gretchen Powell Fox, Smoke and Scar

“Who did this to you?”
― Gretchen Powell Fox, Smoke and Scar

“I am Elyria Lightbreaker. The Revenant. And I may have been left broken, but I am not so easily shattered.”
― Gretchen Powell Fox, Smoke and Scar

“Power is power,” Kit said. “It lures everyone.”
― Gretchen Powell Fox, Smoke and Scar

“broken, but I am not so easily shattered.”
― Gretchen Powell Fox, Smoke and Scar

“The infamous Revenant . . . who was, in reality, a woman like any other. A brash, reckless woman with a reputation so much bigger than her. Impulsive. Petulant. Maddening. Beautiful.”
― Gretchen Powell Fox, Smoke and Scar

“Fyre wyrm.”
― Gretchen Powell Fox, Smoke and Scar

“He hadn’t endured. He’d been dragged out of the darkness by someone stronger”
― Gretchen Powell Fox, Smoke and Scar

“You think you’re so expendable, that you’re not worth saving? I disa-fucking-gree. And I really wish you would stop with this self-pitying, self-sacrificing bullshit.”
― Gretchen Powell Fox, Smoke and Scar

“Oh, I am always well stocked when it comes to snacks.”
― Gretchen Powell Fox, Smoke and Scar

“I am not your enemy, you absolute plonker.”
― Gretchen Powell Fox, Smoke and Scar

“Elyria sighed at the distinct lack of creativity in his insults.”
― Gretchen Powell Fox, Smoke and Scar

“Cedric’s heart sank with the knowledge that this had only been the beginning. And much worse was yet to come.”
― Gretchen Powell Fox, Smoke and Scar

“Some champion he was. Havensreach’s finest, afraid of heights.”
― Gretchen Powell Fox, Smoke and Scar

“The voice that answered was not hers. “I am death and retribution”
― Gretchen Powell Fox, Smoke and Scar

“All that brooding you’ve been doing must be taxing indeed.”
― Gretchen Powell Fox, Smoke and Scar

“Cedric’s cheeks warmed as he had to begrudgingly admit to himself that she had not only saved him but had done so with a level of skill and precision that left him feeling . . . small.”
― Gretchen Powell Fox, Smoke and Scar

“His friend was always on his case about his bleeding heart.”
― Gretchen Powell Fox, Smoke and Scar

“Olyndor Oleander”
― Gretchen Powell Fox, Smoke and Scar

“To her. And amidst those shimmering threads of light, one glowed golden. “Is it working?” Cedric asked, something like astonishment in his voice.”
― Gretchen Powell Fox, Smoke and Scar

“Elyria,” he murmured into her ear, his voice low. “That’s enough.” She didn’t react. He lifted his hand. Paused. Drew it back. Then, with as gentle a touch as he could manage, he placed two fingers on the side of her chin and turned her face toward him. Magic sparked where their skin met, sending a shock zipping through Cedric. Elyria too, from the sudden way her arm fell, her shadow dissipating into nothing.”
― Gretchen Powell Fox, Smoke and Scar

“Fairy fucker,” he muttered, distinctly not under his breath. “All his morals tossed in the gutter for a soft piece of fae ass.” In a flash, Cedric was on his feet.”
― Gretchen Powell Fox, Smoke and Scar

“And the bloody blade Evander had just thrust into his sister’s back.”
― Gretchen Powell Fox, Smoke and Scar

“She let out a frustrated huff. And then a hand was resting on her shoulder, a warmth seeping into her that felt so different from the boiling air around them. That familiar feeling in her chest throbbed, as if her body recognized his touch. “Let me help,” Cedric murmured, his breath caressing the shell of her ear. “Just tell me what to do.”
― Gretchen Powell Fox, Smoke and Scar

“Then, with as gentle a touch as he could manage, he placed two fingers on the side of her chin and turned her face toward him.”
― Gretchen Powell Fox, Smoke and Scar

“Because there, armored arms crossed tight over his chest, lips pressed into a hard line, was Sir Cedric Thorne.”
― Gretchen Powell Fox, Smoke and Scar

“Start where all stories should,” they said. “At the beginning.”
― Gretchen Powell Fox, Smoke and Scar

“And if their mouthpiece says unity is the name of this game, well then, slap my arse and call me ‘brother.’ ” Cedric”
― Gretchen Powell Fox, Smoke and Scar

“Cedric sucked in a slow breath, an eerie calm settling over him. “Who did this to you?”
― Gretchen Powell Fox, Smoke and Scar

“She scoffed. “I’m not afraid of you.” He looked up from where he’d begun tracing the lines on her hand and met her glowing green stare. “Maybe you should be.” “Maybe you need to stop being afraid of yourself.”
― Gretchen Powell Fox, Smoke and Scar