The Iron Sword Quotes

“Mortals may not believe in magic in the way they did centuries ago, but they merely call it a different name,” Merrick said from my other side. “Artists and poets—and many others—still draw on inspiration and imagination. They make the fantastic real. And what is that if not magic?”
― Jocelyn A. Fox, The Crown of Bones

“Peace is an illusion,” said Luca.”
― Jocelyn A. Fox, The Dark Throne

“For this day, and every day we fight, we show the darkness that the dawn approaches.”
― Jocelyn A. Fox, The Dark Throne

“Tinkerbell was not her true name,” Wisp replied seriously, before I could say anything. “But yes, she was a very accomplished assassin.”
― Jocelyn A. Fox, The Dark Throne

“Cockiness is not attractive.” “That’s not true.” He grinned devilishly. “There’s a thin line between cockiness and arrogance, and I walk it deftly.”
― Jocelyn A. Fox, The Dark Throne

“There is nothing wrong with pleasure for pleasure’s sake. But…” He swallowed. “When there is a darkness in your soul, pleasure will not heal it.”
― Jocelyn A. Fox, The Dark Throne

“Those who lead uneventful lives are hard-pressed to find the opportunity to be legendary,” Luca”
― Jocelyn A. Fox, The Dark Throne

“I can practically feel you vibrating with excitement.” She looked at me in disdain. “I don’t vibrate.”
― Jocelyn A. Fox, The Dark Throne

“What’s a bit of sorcery between friends at this point?”
― Jocelyn A. Fox, The Dark Throne

“It seemed an unnameable luxury to stand for a moment in the center of the room, flexing my toes into the cloud-softness of an emerald green rug and tearing into a chunk of the freshly baked, honey-doused bread.”
― Jocelyn A. Fox, The Crown of Bones

“You did join a cult.” Liam narrowed his eyes. “A cult that performs at Renaissance fairs.”
― Jocelyn A. Fox, The Crown of Bones

“Finally he said, “There is a fine line, Tess, between healing and necromancy.”
― Jocelyn A. Fox, The Crown of Bones

“Even the stars doubt their light from time to time,”
― Jocelyn A. Fox, The Crown of Bones

“My mind caught hold of the threads of a distant memory, one pushed so far back into the curve of my skull that it was hard to draw it out. The frayed threads kept slipping away from me, tantalizing. I knew somehow that it was a very important memory. I felt my forehead wrinkle with the effort.”
― Jocelyn A. Fox, The Iron Sword