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

“broken, but I am not so easily shattered.”
― 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

“Leona stumbled forward, then whirled on Elyria. “You!” Elyria wiggled her fingers in greeting. “Me.”
― 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

“It would take a lot more than a striking face, shimmering green eyes, and pretty purple hair to get him to stray from his mission— and his morals. He frowned at the specificity of the image that came into his mind. He certainly wasn’t referring to anyone in particular.”
― Gretchen Powell Fox, Smoke and Scar

“He would not die today. She would make sure of it. And so, she did.”
― Gretchen Powell Fox, Smoke and Scar