Dissever Quotes

“But the world does not depend on my understanding to keep its momentum, so fate carried on as it pleased.”
― Tracey Ward, Dissever

“They’re playing a game I taught Anna years ago. One she loved and laughed hysterically at, her face dirty with dirt from the ground. She was beautiful even then, even as a child. I loved her from the start, but when I saw her in my home, in my village, wearing that simple green dress like she was born to it, that’s when I knew I was in love with her. That I’d do anything for her. “What’s”
― Tracey Ward, Dissever

“I know now that stars are hot balls of angry fire and gas that are far more likely to drop from the sky and crush you before bestowing wishes upon you. Waste none of your efforts on them.”
― Tracey Ward, Dissever

“He was like a rainbow; rare and enchanting, exciting to stumble on, but when it was gone I didn’t waste a moment of thought on it. Yet”
― Tracey Ward, Dissever

“You can’t control what you feel, only what you present to the world and standing there alone at the edge of my universe, I let my sorrow show.”
― Tracey Ward, Dissever

“Anna,” he said solemnly, wrapping his arms around my waist. His hands touched the bare skin of my lower back, spanning out, feeling huge and hot. “Neither the angels in Heaven above or the demons down under the sea will ever dissever my soul from your soul. We belong together, to each other, in this world and the next.”
― Tracey Ward, Dissever

“..but if I know anything of life at all it is this; it cares nothing for our wishes. I know now that stars are hot balls of angry fire and gas that are far more likely to drop from the sky and crush you before bestowing wishes upon you. Waste none of your efforts on them.”
― Tracey Ward, Dissever

“And that's the terrible truth about goodbyes. You never know when it's the last one.”
― Tracey Ward, Dissever

“She grinned faintly. “It was the night I touched your cheek, wasn’t it? I wasn’t very careful to hide my reaction.” I nodded. “You knew. I could see it on your face. You knew he had broken that bone.” “What bone?” Roarke asked, catching my eye. “Who broke what bone?” I took a shaky breath, but I didn’t look away. This was my truest friend, my greatest ally and my only love. If I couldn’t tell him, who could I tell? “My father. When I was eleven I made him angry. It wasn’t hard to do. He hit me over and over so hard that he fractured a bone in my face. You thought I was sick with a fever.” I smiled at him, trying to soften the angry look in his eyes. “You gave Mrs. Pomphel wild flowers to deliver to me. They were beautiful. They made me smile every time I looked at them.” “Did that hurt?” he asked gruffly. “To smile with your face broken?” My smile disappeared. I nodded minutely, unable to lie to him. This new silence wasn’t silence at all. It was a void. A vortex of Roarke’s rage that sucked the life and light from the world and dimmed it to darkness.”
― Tracey Ward, Dissever

“My mother is dead.” “As is my wife.” I snorted. “She was no wife to you. She was a ploy.” “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” His voice was taking on that placid calm that could only mean one thing, one painfully dangerous thing. I could not even begin to care. I pressed on. “Everyone knows what I’m talking about.” “You’ll do well to keep quiet.” “I’ve never been good at that.” “Truer words have never crossed your lips.” I rested my head against the polished wood of the carriage window frame. “Is it true that your father bought her for you?” “Your mother was happy to marry me.” “Then she must not have known you.” “She did not.” I nodded slowly. “You’re a handsome man, father, no one can deny that.” I turned my head slightly to look at him. “I have so much of you in me, don’t I? My green eyes, my golden hair, the proud face. But I thank the Saints I got her heart.” He looked at me hard, but he was utterly at ease. It infuriated me. “That’s quite enough. I believe you’ve purged it from your system now.” “Purged what exactly?” I snapped. “Your sorrow. You can take it out on me all you like, Annabel Lee. Just so long as you don’t vent it at the wrong people.” I sneered. “The Prince, you mean?” “He or the King. Be awful as you like right now, but when we’re in their company I want dry eyes and a closed mouth. Is that understood?” I glared at him, painting my hate plainly on my face as though it were rouge.”
― Tracey Ward, Dissever

“What are you wearing?” he asked me, gripping my cloak. He pulled it roughly from my shoulders, grabbing a section of my hair as well. I cried out as he yanked it. “Charles!” my mother exclaimed, reaching out for me. He pushed her easily aside. When he saw my simple green dress he sneered. “What is this?” “It’s just a dress,” she said quietly. “This is a peasant’s dress. What is she doing in a peasant’s dress, Evelyn?” “She saw one on a girl in the city once and she wanted to try one on. It was her birthday wish. That’s all.” He continued to glare at me, his eyes raking me over. “You look like a commoner. Like a whore. Is that what you want to be, Annabel Lee? A common whore?” Tears began to stream down my face. They flew off my cheeks as I shook my head violently. “No, father. No!” He brought his face down level to mine. I could see nothing but his eyes, I could smell nothing but his breath. Both were clean and hot. “Then you shouldn’t dress as one. Or I know some men who would love to treat you like one,” he growled. My breath froze in my throat. I couldn’t breathe or swallow. I could only nod my understanding. He straightened then threw my cloak across the room toward the fire. “Burn it,” he told my mother harshly. “And when you have her in her nightdress, burn the dress on her back. There’ll be no more of this. No more dinners out, no more playtime, no more dress up. She’s thirteen. It’s time she starts acting like a woman and fulfilling her duties as such.” When he left the room he took all of the air out with him. I collapsed in a heap on the floor, my face buried in my hands as hot tears scalded my cheeks. I was flushed with shame and embarrassment. I heard my mother take a shuddering breath then she was there beside me on the floor. She wrapped me up in her arms, rocking me as though I were a toddler, not a teenager. We never spoke a word of it. Hours later we were lying together in my bed, our hands clenched together tightly. By morning, my simple green joy was nothing but ash on the hearth.   ***”
― Tracey Ward, Dissever

“Five years later I turned thirteen. It was due in equal measure to sheer strength of will and the turning of the Earth around the sun. I was desperate to be older, dying to be a grown woman. Of course by the time I truly was grown I would wonder what the rush had been about. For”
― Tracey Ward, Dissever

“You’re pretty,” he said suddenly. I realized I had been staring at his face, memorizing it. I had no illusions I’d ever see him again. I wanted to bottle this time and carry the memory of it, of him, with me forever. But now he was staring at my face too and I felt myself blush. “My father says I’m a piglet,” I muttered, looking away. “You make a very pretty piglet.” I snorted a laugh, looking up to find him smiling at me, his blue eyes laughing. “What’s”
― Tracey Ward, Dissever

“But when I went to sit down, I hesitated. The shining silk fabric of my purple dress winked in the sunlight, mocking me. “What’s wrong now?” “I can’t—My dress, it will—I shouldn’t,” I stuttered again, feeling stupid. “No worries.” The boy rose up on his knees as he removed his simple gray coat. He laid it out on the grass across from himself and sat back down, gesturing for me to do the same. “Sit there. I’ve seen my da do that for my mum loads of times.” “Thank you very much.” “What”
― Tracey Ward, Dissever

“He was like a rainbow; rare and enchanting, exciting to stumble on, but when it was gone I didn’t waste a moment of thought on it.”
― Tracey Ward, Dissever