The Shadow Throne Quotes

“He expects me turn up for the inspection, glance through all of this, and then scurry back to Ohnlei to get on with my life. Marcus gave a rueful smile. More fool him. He doesn't know I haven't got a life.”
― Django Wexler, The Shadow Throne

“If this works, it' going to be one of those things that get written down in the history books. He wondered, briefly, what he should say. Oh well. I can always think of something clever later to tell the historians.
"Come on!" He chopped downward, toward the enemy. "Let's get the bastards!”
― Django Wexler, The Shadow Throne

“A certain understanding passed between them, the shared feeling of men tasked with keeping a superior from absentmindedly killing himself. Marcus suppressed a smile.”
― Django Wexler, The Shadow Throne

“Sooner or later, Captain, we all must take something on faith.”
― Django Wexler, The Shadow Throne

“God,” he said, “I never want to do that again. I felt like everyone on the street was watching me.”
“You look ridiculous in that cloak,” Maurisk said. “You might as well carry a sign saying ‘I’m up to no good.’”
“I’d be happy to,” Faro said. “Much safer than one saying ‘I’m carrying enough money to buy a small city.’ Besides, it’s essential. Cloak-and-dagger work, you know? Cloak”—he pushed the cloak back, revealing a steel gleam at his belt, opposite where he normally buckled his sword—“and dagger! I wouldn’t feel properly dressed otherwise.”
― Django Wexler, The Shadow Throne

“I can’t say that I disagree, but I still don’t follow his reasoning.”
“The joys of serving under Janus bet Vhalnich,” Marcus said, carefully under his breath.”
― Django Wexler, The Shadow Throne

“What our friend the duke does not understand is that a perfect record of treachery is just as predictable as one of impeccable loyalty. You simply must always expect to be stabbed in the back, and you’ll never be surprised. Keeping faith occasionally would make him much harder to anticipate.”
― Django Wexler, The Shadow Throne

“Here and there a catcall followed her, but she was used to that. Barely one in a hundred University students was female, and while the ratio was somewhat redressed by visitors who didn’t actually attend the school, Old Street still felt like the eye of a raging storm of indiscriminate masculine humors. When she first came here, Raesinia had taken such things personally, but she’d since come to understand they were more of an automatic reaction, like dogs barking at one another when they meet in the park.”
― Django Wexler, The Shadow Throne

“It was apparent to Raesinia that she had walked into the middle of an argument, though one that might not have been obvious to anyone who hadn’t spent their lives at Ohnlei. It was the kind of roundabout, exquisitely polite disagreement carried on by men who are aware that their opponent could, technically, have them executed.”
― Django Wexler, The Shadow Throne

“You?” Jane fixed her with a furious glare. “You came here to apologise? For what?” Winter shifted uncomfortably. “For feeling the way I did… I guess.” Jane paused then ran one hand back through her hair tugging at the spiky tufts. “Fuck! Brass balls of the fucking Beast! Carice the Saviours cock with bells tied around the tip.” Having apparently run out of profanity she put one hand over her mouth and shook her head. “You were going to apologise.” Jane crossed the room in two quick steps and sat cross legged at Winters feet. “You thought you had to apologize to me?”
― Django Wexler, The Shadow Throne

“It’s Christabel,” Chris said finally. “After my mother.”
― Django Wexler, The Shadow Throne