Pathfinder's Way Quotes

“Naw. I think I’m growing on her. She hasn’t tried to escape for a whole week.”
― T.A. White, Pathfinder's Way

“But there’s more to attraction than the exterior packaging. The color of your eyes has been burned into my brain since that man ripped away your hood in Edgecomb. The feel of your body when I caught you on the wagon has tormented me in dreams ever since. I never know what is going on behind those eyes of yours.” He gave her a wicked smile and Shea’s breath caught at the sight. “You are a constantly evolving puzzle. It drives me mad, and for someone like me, who can guess an opponent’s move before they even make it, that is more attractive than a fragile thing like appearance could ever be. You ask why you. How could it be any but you?”
― T.A. White, Pathfinder's Way

“One day she was going to get control of
herself and stop doing stupid shit to save ungrateful idiots.”
― T.A. White, Pathfinder's Way

“But she knew better than anybody, home wasn't a place; it's a state of mind. It's the people you're with. And for her, those people were all here.”
― T.A. White, Pathfinder's Way

“You could accomplish some truly heinous things once emotion has been tucked away. Anger dies, eventually, if you sate it with enough blood. Hate fades. Grief dwindles. There are reasons behind emotion. Such is not the case with true detachment. “Where”
― T.A. White, Pathfinder's Way

“The point was that she was right, and they were wrong. If they’d listened, everybody would still be alive. They didn’t, so they were dead. Not her problem. She’d done her job.”
― T.A. White, Pathfinder's Way

“He gave her a look. One that said he was this close to relegating her to idiot territory.”
― T.A. White, Pathfinder's Way

“Witt paused by Dane as he followed her down the hill. “Perhaps you shouldn’t do any more thinking. It really doesn’t suit you.”
― T.A. White, Pathfinder's Way

“Then they’re fools. Women are some of the most vicious fighters I’ve ever seen and can be just as capable as any man.” “Makes sense. In nature, the female is likely to be the meaner one of the species, especially when it comes to the young,” Shea said.”
― T.A. White, Pathfinder's Way

“You could accomplish some truly heinous things once emotion has been tucked away. Anger”
― T.A. White, Pathfinder's Way

“Fallon’s eyes said they would discussing this later. Shea’s responded that there was nothing up for discussion.”
― T.A. White, Pathfinder's Way

“What are you doing?” she hissed, struggling to right herself. There was a sharp crack and then a stinging in her ass cheeks. A series of catcalls and whistles sent Shea’s face up in flames.”
― T.A. White, Pathfinder's Way

“That was pretty much another way to say kidnapping. There wasn’t a lot of places a relationship could go from there.”
― T.A. White, Pathfinder's Way

“Since she’d given up her opportunity to escape, she was back to playing the obedient soldier. One day she was going to get control of herself and stop doing stupid shit to save ungrateful idiots.”
― T.A. White, Pathfinder's Way

“One day she was going to get control of herself and stop doing stupid shit to save ungrateful idiots.”
― T.A. White, Pathfinder's Way

“master”
― T.A. White, Pathfinder's Way

“Both were careful not to look at Phillip, but it was clear they wanted to change the subject when Buck said, “What kind of expression was that, Shane?”

  “Hey! What the hell?” Shea raised a hand to her head. “I was trying to look delicate and frail.”

  Buck hooted and cackled. “Delicate? You looked like you were about to take a dump.”

  “I did not.”

  Eamon roared in laughter. “Yes. Yes, you did. I thought I was going to fall off my horse trying not to laugh.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Shea muttered, spurring her horse to move faster. “That was my delicate look.”

  The two just roared louder as Shea cantered away. Rounding the bend, Shea shook her head. Something she had learned over the years, men could be immature regardless of age.”
― T.A. White, Pathfinder's Way

“People. God, people. Men especially.”
― T.A. White, Pathfinder's Way

“Where is your fire?” Trenton asked, every word punctuated with another blow.

  Shea kept silent and concentrated on getting out of the encounter with no internal bleeding. With the way he was hammering at her guard, he’d cause an injury if a blow landed.

  “Is this the woman who convinced her men to follow her on a fool’s errand?”

  Shea didn’t respond.

  “Where is the spirit that drove you off a cliff onto a shadow beetle?”

  He was very talkative as he drove her across the small practice ring. She envied him the ability.

  “You’re weak.”

  Now he was onto insults.

  “You don’t belong here.”

  Yeah, yeah, yeah. She’d heard that one before.

  He closed with her, bearing down with his blade until her arms were shaking with the strain. His face was close to hers as their match became a test of strength. “Your stupidity is going to get everyone killed.”

  Abruptly, Shea released the blade with one hand, sidestepped and launched a punch straight into his ear. His head rocked to the side and Shea, taking advantage of his distraction, grabbed his arm and hooked her leg around his before pushing with all her might.

  He toppled backwards, landing hard on the ground for the first time that day. Shea didn’t wait for him to recover and kicked him in the ribs. He rolled into her legs as she prepared to do it again, bringing her to the ground with him.

  She kicked, punched and wiggled her way back to standing and quickly backed up as he rose to his feet.

  He didn’t look happy. Shea backed up even further.

  The dark expression on his face was a bit scary. Guess she shouldn’t have kicked him when he was down. The biting probably didn’t help either. Trying to dig her fingers into his eyes had been a low blow. Even she could admit that. This was practice. Some things were just off limits.

  He started for her, not even bothering to pick up his practice sword. Shea prepared to run. New energy coursed through her as she felt genuine danger rolling off Trenton.

  “Test complete,” the old man crowed.

  “What?” Shea asked in disbelief.

  “You passed.”

  “That’s it?”

  The test had been difficult but not impossible. She’d been expecting impossible given the hesitation the old man showed in testing her.

  “Mostly.”

  That’s what she thought.”
― T.A. White, Pathfinder's Way

“Eamon stood and adjusted the sword at his waist. Buck edged over to peer around their little rock shelter, taking a closer look at both cliff sides.

  “We’ll spread out so if it attacks, the rest have a better chance of doing something,” Eamon said softly. “We know its weak spot now. We have a chance.”

  Shea’s expression said ‘what the fuck is that going to do?’

  “This is what a scout does, Daisy,” Buck said with a jaunty grin. “We go where others fear to tread. It’s why we’re the best of Hawkvale’s Army. Men fight for the privilege of being a scout. Father’s train their boys from birth for the sole purpose of joining our ranks. Who wants to be swinging a blade while hemmed in on their left and right when they have a chance at true glory? We slay beasts, and we’re not afraid of anything. Not even death.”
― T.A. White, Pathfinder's Way

“They couldn’t be that dumb, could they?

  Eamon had stopped moving and was giving the burrows an assessing glance. He looked over his shoulder and tilted his head at the dark hole.

  Yep, they could be that dumb. Shea mouthed a curse.

  That’s why Buck was so all fired curious about the damn things. He thought their people might be in them.

  He backed out of the latest one and shook his head at Eamon.

  To those unfamiliar with the shadow beetle, it would have made sense to seek shelter in one of the smaller tunnels. The shadow beetle was too big to follow. It would seem like the safest place if you didn’t know about the hundreds, possibly thousands, of eggs filled with ravenous baby shadow beetles, just waiting to hatch.

  Buck straightened and pointed at the tunnel he just checked, making the sign for tracks. It was no bigger than waist high and only about two feet across. He’d found several footprints in the dirt in front of it.

  They shared looks of equal distaste.

  None of them wanted to head down into the dark. Eamon rolled his eyes up to the sky as if to say ‘why me?’ while Buck rested one arm against the stone and covered his eyes.

  Eamon crouched to the side and cupped his hands around his mouth whispering as loud as he could into the dark, “Vale? Anyone? Are you alive down there?”
― T.A. White, Pathfinder's Way

“How’d you get on top of the damn thing without it noticing?”

  He turned and pointed at one of the burrows that was several feet off the ground. “I just waited for you to draw it near and then I jumped on top of it. After that, I attacked its weak spot like you said. Worked pretty well.”

  “You killed it? With just one blow?”

  Unbelievable.

  Eamon looked at Buck and then back at her and lifted one shoulder. “Yup.”

  Bastard.

  Shea couldn’t believe it. One hit. It had taken her several. How many, she wasn’t exactly sure since she’d lost count in her terror.

  Men had all the advantages. If she had muscles as big as his, she was sure it would have taken her only one hit too.”
― T.A. White, Pathfinder's Way

“The beast was hella intelligent”
― T.A. White, Pathfinder's Way

“The rage drained from him, leaving a dispassionate disinterest in its place. In a way, that unsettled Shea more than the anger. You could accomplish some truly heinous things once emotion has been tucked away.”
― T.A. White, Pathfinder's Way

“She was in danger if she stayed and more if she didn’t. There was no doubt in her mind that the captain would hunt her down if she left. She’d seen him do it before when a man jumped ship without a word in her third month on ship. She still had nightmares about what they’d done to him.”
― T.A. White, Pathfinder's Way

“I could have left. Headed for home, but I came back. To you. That should grant me some mercy.” His eyes sharpened with interest, though he didn’t move his hand, just kept up that maddening caress.”
― T.A. White, Pathfinder's Way

“Great. Guess that settled how she would be treated. Not as the person who had saved their Warlord’s life, twice she might add, but as a lowly aide who couldn’t even be trusted with a real horse.”
― T.A. White, Pathfinder's Way

“If this happens again, I will have you stripped to your skin, tied to a post and whipped bloody. You are not my Tolroi. You chose to throw that offer back in my face.”
― T.A. White, Pathfinder's Way

“Shea couldn’t count the covenants Witt was breaking. If any in the Highlands found out how much he’d just revealed, he’d be marked as a traitor before being stoned. And then, just because Highlanders were slightly vindictive, they’d probably burn him.”
― T.A. White, Pathfinder's Way

“Well, shoot. Evidently, she was supposed to be serving him.”
― T.A. White, Pathfinder's Way