The Wings of a Falcon Quotes

“He knew from the first that this man would know how to hurt him.”
― Cynthia Voigt, The Wings of a Falcon

“Oriel didn’t move. But inside of his head, all was movement, like a river running over rapids, searching for the way through, trying routes around rocks and over shallows, a turbulence of thought more rapid than he could follow. Griff, he knew, would do and say nothing until he heard Oriel’s choice.”
― Cynthia Voigt, The Wings of a Falcon

“He held the whip that and made those marks, and drawn that blood, and he was ashamed. He held the whip that could make more marks on the flesh of Nikol’s back. While Nikol begged.”
― Cynthia Voigt, The Wings of a Falcon

“What kind of a world was it where in order to be on top you had to push others under — as if you were pushing heads down underwater — and hold them there until they drowned, and then you could be on top.”
― Cynthia Voigt, The Wings of a Falcon

“Griff couldn't, as Oriel could, gather men to him at a glance, seal them to him with a word. He had himself been the first gathered, the first sealed.”
― Cynthia Voigt, The Wings of a Falcon

“They wouldn't know that grief had come down up on him unbearably, and he must be alone to put his arms around her, and feel her arms around him, to take enough comfort from grieving so that he could return to finish the business of the day.”
― Cynthia Voigt, The Wings of a Falcon

“There was something that hurt him in the way the hills rose so gently from the broad, rich southern plain. Something painful in the lazy curves of the river, golden under a sinking sun, shadowed by the trees that grew along its edges.”
― Cynthia Voigt, The Wings of a Falcon

“In the white, warmless light of the moon, his people's fear rose up like a tide towards Malke, and it seemed to Oriel that the King drank in that fear, as if it were wine to give him strength and rejoicing.”
― Cynthia Voigt, The Wings of a Falcon

“Fear burned through him, like a flame. Fear coursed through him, like icy water. He threw his head back and raised his dagger, to strike -- and cried out wordlessly, as if the great cry could gather all his fear together and set its swelling course behind him, to add it to his strength.”
― Cynthia Voigt, The Wings of a Falcon

“Griff had the guarded face of a man who had much to lose by the wrong choice, although he had never had anything to lose. Griff's smile visited his face like a stranger who was only asking directions on his way through to another town.”
― Cynthia Voigt, The Wings of a Falcon

“He fell into sleep then, as a body weighted with stones and wrapped in winding sheets falls into deep water.”
― Cynthia Voigt, The Wings of a Falcon

“It took another time, more waves rolling up, to understand that he had no idea what it would be like to live without fear at his elbow, warning him, keeping him safe, keeping him frightened.”
― Cynthia Voigt, The Wings of a Falcon

“If the Damall had caught Griff taking wine and salt, Griff would have begged forgiveness. Griff would have been afraid and sorry and promised never to do it again. When Griff was afraid he would promise. Later, he might take the wine and salt again, and be afraid again, and promise again, and break the promise again, over and over again. Griff had the bending strength of a sapling.”
― Cynthia Voigt, The Wings of a Falcon

“The Damall liked to see Nikol being angry and not being able to do anything about it. The Damall liked to see Nikol being afraid and being ashamed.”
― Cynthia Voigt, The Wings of a Falcon