Hunted Quotes

“Women who have suffered, no matter how afraid, hold out their hands in aid to help others. To create a loyalty like no other--as strong as an oak, as enduring as a mountain, and as brutal as Time—look no further than a female who has risen from the ashes.”
― K.F. Breene, Hunted

“Yes, I have found that idiots are often happier in a puddle of their own stupidity. Say no more. From now on I will simply smile and nod when you say ridiculous things.”
― K.F. Breene, Hunted

“Once upon a time I would’ve found her complete lack of interest in killing one’s own troops cause for alarm. I might’ve worried she’d slit my throat in my sleep. Now that I know she probably will, I find I’m not as concerned.” “I wouldn’t slit your throat in your sleep, Sanders. I would do it when you were awake. Think of the sport it would be.” Shanti’s voice was colored with humor. Sanders snorted.”
― K.F. Breene, Hunted

“Arguing with him is like arguing with a madman—he’ll drag you down to his level and then beat you with experience.”
― K.F. Breene, Hunted

“For the first time, he realized that he had seen this look before, but he had been too wrapped up in the idea of someone dangerous having a pair of tits to notice.”
― K.F. Breene, Hunted

“I’ve got the backing of the most powerful mind-fucker in the land. You’ve got dead friends. See the difference?”
― K.F. Breene, Hunted

“The pretty lady come to play with knives, is it?” the man taunted. “Watch out you don’t break a nail. I only date presentable girls.” Shanti stepped forward and punched him in the sternum with her right hand. She elbowed him in the face with her left before ripping his knife from his hand. With economical movements, she knocked him in the head with the hilt, punched him in the gut, ripped his big body to the side, and stepped around him with a smooth movement. The knife made a loud thunk as it found the center of the target painted on the wooden post twenty paces away.”
― K.F. Breene, Hunted

“You are never alone for long, Rohnan. There are strange people everywhere.”
― K.F. Breene, Hunted

“If we’re running to our death, I’d like to get there before supper.”
― K.F. Breene, Hunted

“Sanders snorted. “Got that right. She’s stopped asking what I want for dinner. She just makes what she wants and allows me to eat it.”
― K.F. Breene, Hunted

“We can get through this place because we’re a team, Shoolan. And we have the Captain. These other people, they didn’t have the Captain.” Leilius sounded so sure. The kid was the most trusting, positive person Shanti had ever known. “Cadet, if you keep talking like that,” Sanders said in a voice that could cut through a monsoon and still reach the intended ear. “People are going to think God scooped out your brains and replaced them with rainbows and horse shit.”
― K.F. Breene, Hunted

“She really had been without for too long. “If you don’t use what the Elders blessed you with, it might rot,” Rohnan said in their language in a sing-song tone. “And there he is. It is obvious how willing he is to keep you in good working order.”
― K.F. Breene, Hunted

“Hope, Chosen, is the most powerful weapon a person can yield. Hope creates miracles.”
― K.F. Breene, Hunted

“They’re both crazy,” Marc said as he leaned forward to get his horse moving. “Crazy is good, boy. Crazy gets things done.” Sanders’ horse started forward.”
― K.F. Breene, Hunted

“Yes, I have found that idiots are often happier in a puddle of their own stupidity.”
― K.F. Breene, Hunted

“This man had clearly seen some shit, and it had torn his world out from under him. He wasn’t an empty shell; he hadn’t shut off to hide from the agony of his past. He’d hardened it, sharpened it, and filed it down into a vicious killing edge that would slice right through an enemy three times his might.”
― K.F. Breene, Hunted

“Her chest felt tight, but in a good way. She really had been without for too long. “If you don’t use what the Elders blessed you with, it might rot,” Rohnan said”
― K.F. Breene, Hunted

“Let’s go,” she yelled. “If we’re running to our death, I’d like to get there before supper.”
― K.F. Breene, Hunted

“Is this where we ask what he wondered?” Sanders drawled. “Because I’d just as soon let him wander around on that horse and talk to himself.”
― K.F. Breene, Hunted

“I might’ve worried she’d slit my throat in my sleep. Now that I know she probably will, I find I’m not as concerned.”
― K.F. Breene, Hunted

“People are going to think God scooped out your brains and replaced them with rainbows and horse shit.”
― K.F. Breene, Hunted

“Do me a favor,” she said to the old man as they neared the path. “When you speak madness, do it in the other language. It’s less confusing that way.”
― K.F. Breene, Hunted

“When the phoenix emerges from the ashes, it can burn all the brighter.”
― K.F. Breene, Hunted

“Men couldn’t mope for too long, or they turned into horrible whiners.”
― K.F. Breene, Hunted

“You’re a warrior. You need to fight, to dominate, and to be dominated. Your life is a permanent struggle, and you need that in your intimacy or you can’t completely respect your partner.”
― K.F. Breene, Hunted

“To scrape out all the filth like the Inkna and burn the vermin that put them in positions of power. He owed his future children justice. He owed the downtrodden his help—every able-bodied warrior did.”
― K.F. Breene, Hunted

“She gave Cayan that leveling look: equal parts confidence, intelligence, defiance, and vulnerability. He felt his insides heat and melt within that gaze. “I’m sorry for returning to you,” she said seriously.”
― K.F. Breene, Hunted

“The intimacy would evaporate come the morning. The feeling would dissipate as the sun and reality peeked through the windows.”
― K.F. Breene, Hunted

“Cadet, if you keep talking like that,” Sanders said in a voice that could cut through a monsoon and still reach the intended ear. “People are going to think God scooped out your brains and replaced them with rainbows and horse shit.”
― K.F. Breene, Hunted

“He was bending her custom, and creating new rules, but he wanted her to be reminded that he held a part of her. More importantly, he wanted her to grow familiar with him holding that part. He stroked his fingertips across her palm.”
― K.F. Breene, Hunted