An Enchantment of Ravens Quotes

“Why do we desire, above all other things, that which has the greatest power to destroy us?”
― Margaret Rogerson, An Enchantment of Ravens

“No. You surpass us all." Beside me she looked colorless and frail. "You are like a living rose among wax flowers. We may last forever, but you bloom brighter and smell sweeter, and draw blood with your thorns.”
― Margaret Rogerson, An Enchantment of Ravens

“The ability to feel is a strength, not a weakness.”
― Margaret Rogerson, An Enchantment of Ravens

“Ah, but you were not a pawn. All along, you have been the queen.”
― Margaret Rogerson, An Enchantment of Ravens

“Isobel, I love you wholly. I love you eternally. I love you so dearly it frightens me. I fear I could not live without you. I could see your face every morning upon waking for a thousand years and still look forward to the next as though it were the first.”
― Margaret Rogerson, An Enchantment of Ravens

“Walking along a blade’s edge was only fun until the blade stopped being a metaphor.”
― Margaret Rogerson, An Enchantment of Ravens

“Isobel. Isobel, listen. The teapot is of no consequence. I can defeat anyone, at any time.”
― Margaret Rogerson, An Enchantment of Ravens

“Are you in love with me?" I blurted out.
A terrible silence followed. Rook didn't turn around.
"Please say something."
He rounded on me. "Is that so terrible? You say it as though it's the most awful thing you can imagine. It isn't as though I've done it on purpose. Somehow I've even grown fond of your - your irritating questions, and your short legs, and your accidental attempts to kill me."
I recoiled. "That's the worst declaration of love I've ever heard!”
― Margaret Rogerson, An Enchantment of Ravens

“Frankly, I had no idea how anyone knew if they were in love in the first place. Was there ever a single thread a person could pick out from the knot and say “Yes—I am in love—here’s the proof!” or was it always caught up in a wretched tangle of ifs and buts and maybes?”
― Margaret Rogerson, An Enchantment of Ravens

“When the world failed me, I could always lose myself in my work.”
― Margaret Rogerson, An Enchantment of Ravens

“If you must stare at something for hours on end, I’d prefer it to be me alone.”
― Margaret Rogerson, An Enchantment of Ravens

“And we wouldn't live happily ever after, because I don't believe in such nonsense, but we both had a long, bold adventure ahead of us, and a great deal to look forward to at last.”
― Margaret Rogerson, An Enchantment of Ravens

“I quite like eggs,” I replied firmly, well aware that the enchantments he described would all turn strange and sour, even deadly, in the end. Besides, what on earth would I do with men’s hearts? I couldn’t make an omelette out of them.”
― Margaret Rogerson, An Enchantment of Ravens

“One raven for uncertain peril. Six for danger sure to arrive. A dozen for death, if not avoided. The enchantment is sealed.”
― Margaret Rogerson, An Enchantment of Ravens

“But isn’t absurdity part of being human? We aren’t ageless creatures who watch centuries pass from afar. Our worlds are small, our lives are short, and we can only bleed a little before we fall.”
― Margaret Rogerson, An Enchantment of Ravens

“What a pretty bird you are," I crooned.
His struggling slowed, then stilled. I felt him cock his head.
"What a lovely bird," I repeated in a syrupy voice. "Yes, you're the loveliest bird." I stroked his back. He made a pleased muttering sound in his breast. Soon his smug silence indicated that he was quite content to remain as he was, so long as I continued my praise.”
― Margaret Rogerson, An Enchantment of Ravens

“They looked like a pair of cupids who had decided they liked shooting people with real arrows better. They were horrible. I loved them so much.”
― Margaret Rogerson, An Enchantment of Ravens

“I was alive in a way I never had been before, in a world that no longer felt stale but instead crackled with breathless promise.”
― Margaret Rogerson, An Enchantment of Ravens

“But that was the problem with the old me, I was coming to realize. She'd accepted that behaving correctly meant not being happy, because that was the way the world worked. She hadn't asked enough - of life, or of herself.”
― Margaret Rogerson, An Enchantment of Ravens

“Soft and sharp at once, an aching tenderness edged with sorrow, naked proof of a heart already broken.”
― Margaret Rogerson, An Enchantment of Ravens

“Isobel." He swept down to his knees and kissed my hand, gazing up at me in devotion. "I love you more than the stars in the sky. I love you more than Lark loves dresses.”
― Margaret Rogerson, An Enchantment of Ravens

“After he left, I couldn’t shake the notion that he’d insisted on ravens for a reason. I was almost finished cleaning up by the time the explanation occurred to me. My cheeks warmed, and a wistful pang plucked a sweet, sad chord in my stomach. It was simple, really. He didn’t want me to forget him once he’d gone.”
― Margaret Rogerson, An Enchantment of Ravens

“Yet no matter what they were doing, everyone in the forest waited with an indrawn breath, waiting for the taste of autumn, the smell of change, the first news of a king and queen unlike any the world had known before.”
― Margaret Rogerson, An Enchantment of Ravens

“Rook's heart beat against my fingertips through his soft feathers, and my eyes sank closed as I murmured drowsy endearments to the spoiled prince nestled against my stomach, warm within a nest of blankets.”
― Margaret Rogerson, An Enchantment of Ravens

“We were in the autumnlands.
Dim as it was, the forest glowed. The golden leaves flashing by blazed like sparks caught in the updraft of a fire. A scarlet carpet unrolled before us, rich and flawless as velvet. Rising from the forest floor, the black, tangled roots breathed a bluish mist that reduced the farthest trees' trunks to ghostly silhouettes, yet left their foliage's luminous hues untouched. Vivid moss speckled the branches like tarnished copper. The crisp spice of pine sap infused the cool air over a musty perfume of dry leaves. A knot swelled in my throat. I couldn't look away. There was too much of it, too fast. I'd never be able to drink it all in...”
― Margaret Rogerson, An Enchantment of Ravens

“Our worlds are small, our lives are short, and we can only bleed a little before we fall.”
― Margaret Rogerson, An Enchantment of Ravens

“What must it be like? To meet someone, to forge a connection, all in the span of one golden afternoon—only to find out that for her, each passing minute was a year. Each second, an hour. She would be dead before the sun rose the next day. A keen, quiet pain twisted my heart.”
― Margaret Rogerson, An Enchantment of Ravens

“He was astonishingly vain even by fair folk standards, which was like saying a pond is unusually wet, or a bear surprisingly hairy.”
― Margaret Rogerson, An Enchantment of Ravens

“Didn't they realize their lives were worth more than the dubious affection of one silly man?”
― Margaret Rogerson, An Enchantment of Ravens

“You are like a living rose among wax flowers. We may last forever, but you bloom brighter and smell sweeter, and draw blood with your thorns.”
― Margaret Rogerson, An Enchantment of Ravens