Chosen Quotes

“Good. Come along you lot. And stay in pairs. You look like shit after someone ate beans. I will need more swear words, too; I love the startled faces when I use them.”
― K.F. Breene, Chosen

“A necklace is a great way to allow someone to choke you without having to bring their own supplies,” she muttered.”
― K.F. Breene, Chosen

“Fashion excuses common sense?”
― K.F. Breene, Chosen

“thank fuck, we found her! I thought for sure she was hiding in the men’s bathroom again!” As she let them lead her away, Sanders frothing in her wake, she said, “Fuck? It seems you’ve been tight-lipped about a very important swear word. Explain.”
― K.F. Breene, Chosen

“It was the “I’m not happy, and despite the fact that my face is showing no discernible expression, someone will die” tone.”
― K.F. Breene, Chosen

“Tobias, knowing nothing about Shanti, couldn’t contain his displeasure at a woman tagging along. He kept his distaste to huffs, however, being a well-versed fighter—he knew better than to piss off the Captain. Shanti, knowing better than to waste time, didn’t punch him in the throat. All in all, they got along.”
― K.F. Breene, Chosen

“For example,” Shanti continued. “You can use it as an action: I am going to fuck you sideways and call you Martha. Or as a thing: you are a dumb fuck. Or as—”
― K.F. Breene, Chosen

“I am sad. Therefore, I cry,” Shanti said unabashedly. “I realize big strong men are trained not to show emotion in this land. It is a shame. It makes you brittle. But I am not from this land. And I am a woman, which your people have decided can shed a few tears in public. So… there you go.”
― K.F. Breene, Chosen

“I have lost all I hold dear, Cayan. I have been alone for over a year. I have no one to talk to that knows anything about me, no one I trust to lean on when things get tough, and no one that cares about me outside of what I can do with my Gift or my body. I have no family, no friends, and no idea how my future will unravel from one day to the next. And now I barely have control over my present or my choices. So yes, a warm body that wants me, however superficial, is all that I require. I’m no longer a prime candidate for a mate, I can assure you. All that awaits my home fire is death.”
― K.F. Breene, Chosen

“Fashion, ah yes. A fool's game, if I am not mistaken.”
― K.F. Breene, Chosen

“You have to know how to sit, or else you’ll look like a day-old kitten!” “Your people trap themselves in garments that don’t allow them to breathe, let alone move naturally, showing parts of skin that make young boys crazy, then forbid sitting unless a new approach is learned? Are you playing a roark on me? A… what’s the word… joke?”
― K.F. Breene, Chosen

“Ah yes, bitch. I don’t love that word, myself. Passive aggressive. I much prefer cunt if you are looking to make a point. Much more vulgar, don’t you agree? Widens people’s eyes.”
― K.F. Breene, Chosen

“The other half of him was lost to shadow, much like the other half of her soul.”
― K.F. Breene, Chosen

“Oh, and she has learned a new swear word. It starts with “c”, is predominately used on women in an extremely derogatory way. She thinks it is hilarious. Watch yourself.”
― K.F. Breene, Chosen

“Since my dad died, I’m not used to relying on anyone.” “I care about that, and later I would love to talk about it in length, but right now I am not interested in excuses.”
― K.F. Breene, Chosen

“If I’ve landed in a lover’s triangle of some sort, I am going to quit,” Sanders muttered. He scratched the center of his chest where the lump had formed. “And if I develop a soft spot for that fool girl, I’m going to throw myself down a cliff.”
― K.F. Breene, Chosen

“than that, he and her Honor Guard were as close to friends as she had in this strange land. They were shining lights in a year of solitary darkness. Even Sanders, as much as he raged and bickered, was someone she cared for. Was someone she wanted to see safe behind his large stone walls. She was so afraid she’d lose someone else she cared about it choked her, closed her throat until sweat beaded her forehead. She pushed the feelings down, trying to get control, and felt a pulse of relief ping through her body. It was Cayan trying to ease her mind. He was about as deft as a deaf man learning to sing, but the thought of it did help. She wasn’t a mother bird, and she needed to remember that this was a war. There would be casualties.”
― K.F. Breene, Chosen

“They knew she was necessary, but didn’t want to get close to something so unpredictable as a woman who killed men with her mind, and worst of all, cried. Right in the middle of them sometimes!”
― K.F. Breene, Chosen

“me whatever you wish, though something long and hard to pronounce would match my personality.”
― K.F. Breene, Chosen

“Are you afraid of losing control?” she asked quietly. “Yes.” “Don’t be. Hopefully we’ve already hit the ceiling, and we both survived. I think we’ll be okay. I’m more comfortable now; I can be your safety net.”
― K.F. Breene, Chosen

“She pulled her long, blond hair off her shoulders so Molly could fasten the necklace. “A necklace is a great way to allow someone to choke you without having to bring their own supplies,” she muttered.”
― K.F. Breene, Chosen

“Oh yeah, and she was a woman. There wasn’t a chance in all Death’s playground that she would fit into this crowd.”
― K.F. Breene, Chosen

“The other thing? You mean the invisible hand on my bells and whistle? Yeah, I don’t need anyone knowing that shit. Sir.”
― K.F. Breene, Chosen

“As Sanders would say, they weren’t friends and they weren’t screwing, so they didn’t need to have a potluck.”
― K.F. Breene, Chosen

“I’m fascinated, both by the news and also by the randomness of this continued conversation.”
― K.F. Breene, Chosen

“I am not an artist. My thread pictures look like rainbow vomit. I’m not useful.”
― K.F. Breene, Chosen

“Ah yes, a mother. I had one of those, once. She was prettier, though.”
― K.F. Breene, Chosen

“As a leader he was much too serious by half, a trait she’d seen diminish even the best leaders’ abilities.”
― K.F. Breene, Chosen

“they weren’t friends and they weren’t screwing, so they didn’t need to have a potluck.”
― K.F. Breene, Chosen

“Yes, that’s right.” Her eyes drooped. She was so tired. “The rich are about ten percent, mostly nestled in the folds of military. The mid-tier is about twenty. The rest are under the boot. You have too many profiting. If you divide up the wealth in smaller shares, a few get much more. That is how the Graygual work. The few run things. The rest try to find a good place to hide.”
― K.F. Breene, Chosen