Year of the Tiger Quotes

“I clung tightly to Kwan’s mane as he propelled his great serpent body through the cloud banks. The cockatrice’s big green head dipped under the clouds, and I spotted an emerald island below, with dramatic peaks jutting up from the jungle. I asked the great cockatrice for the name of the isle, but he only laughed at me, saying that names changed faster than a century’s wind. That didn’t seem very fast to me, but I took his word for it.”
― Heather Heffner, Year of the Tiger

“–We are all dying– she told me. –Even something of the immortal will die–
“What?”
–Meaning–”
― Heather Heffner, Year of the Tiger

“The lanterns filled the sky, pulsing with the harmonious light of fireflies, and a great host of ghosts departed from the earth to join them. The higher they rose into the zenith of the heavens, the further night was chased back, until a great and radiant being resumed its throne in the sky.”
― Heather Heffner, Year of the Tiger

“The Bloodsucker Queen has lived for what, a millennium? She can wait on her decaying ass a little while longer.”
― Heather Heffner, Year of the Tiger

“When you face the vampyres, you fight with passion, because you can see a new sunrise beyond their darkness. A life beyond their misery. And you’re going to make sure everyone else wakes up with you to see it.”
― Heather Heffner, Year of the Tiger

“We’re only five years apart,” I said defiantly. “If you look at some of those dysfunctional vampyre relationships, we’re near normal.”
― Heather Heffner, Year of the Tiger

“I’d like to sit there,” I said softly to the girl sitting in front of the other mirror. She scampered.

I took over her abandoned make-up and painted my face. Red cheeks, to attract hungry vampyre glances. Black liquid eyeliner and mascara, to draw attention away from my bitter eyes. My silky-thin, raven hair, undone in waves over my bare shoulders. The magenta shade of apple gloss on my lips, to make them plump and inviting. Finally, a strapless golden dress that hugged my hips and not much lower. I stood up, feeling the cold air slide down the bare skin of my back like fingers, and panicked. I couldn’t wear something like this! Not without a cardigan! A light dress jacket, at least!

I took a gulp of Amrit’s wine and detached myself from the fretting child in my head. Then I strode from the sleeping chambers.”
― Heather Heffner, Year of the Tiger