Storm of Locusts Quotes

“I love you. Don’t follow me. Six words. Simple words. Words that leave my heart stuttering in my chest, my breath coming short, but my feelings conflicted.”
― Rebecca Roanhorse, Storm of Locusts

“She slit the throat of Coyote because he double-crossed her, and she buried alive Naayéé’ Neizghání, the hero of Dinétah, even though she really loved him. She shot a powerful medicine man through the heart. So, who are you? Who are you that she won’t slit your throat? That she won’t bury you alive?”
― Rebecca Roanhorse, Storm of Locusts

“Don't take it the wrong way. I just mean that when something is part of your identity for so long, even if it's not a good thing, it's hard to let it go. Even if maybe you should.”
― Rebecca Roanhorse, Storm of Locusts

“What does that mean?” I ask. “It means come home safe. It means we’re family.”
― Rebecca Roanhorse, Storm of Locusts

“National Park Ranger,” Aaron offers. “They stayed on after the federal government collapsed. Called themselves the Alt-Rangers. Said they had a higher duty to the land than to the government. They still wear their uniforms. It’s sort of a calling.”
― Rebecca Roanhorse, Storm of Locusts

“Ah, now,” he says, his grin shifting to disarming, “you wouldn’t shoot a man who baked you a pie, would you?” “Didn’t anyone tell you, Gideon?” I growl, as K’aahanáanii rolls through my veins. “I’m the crazy one in the girl gang.” I pull the trigger.”
― Rebecca Roanhorse, Storm of Locusts

“I feel like I should be offended, but I’m so far from offended. Being a fine lady sounds like a fucking nightmare.”
― Rebecca Roanhorse, Storm of Locusts

“National Park Ranger,” Aaron offers. “They stayed on after the federal government collapsed. Called themselves the Alt-Rangers. Said they had a higher duty to the land than to the government. They still wear their uniforms. It’s sort of a calling.” “They’re not even armed.” “No one would touch them. They’re considered sacred.”
― Rebecca Roanhorse, Storm of Locusts

“From the back seat, Ben shouts, “Get in, losers! We’re going to Amangiri!”
― Rebecca Roanhorse, Storm of Locusts

“I know the rest of the sword is four feet long, its blade forged from the raw lightning that the sun gifted to his son as a weapon. His son who was once my mentor, once the only man I ever thought I’d love.”
― Rebecca Roanhorse, Storm of Locusts

“Honágháahnii,”
― Rebecca Roanhorse, Storm of Locusts

“A god?” he asks, voice awed.

“Better than a god. I am a Cat,”
― Rebecca Roanhorse, Storm of Locusts

“It’s the weapon of a hero, but I’m going to have to do for now.”
― Rebecca Roanhorse, Storm of Locusts

“Don’t you want to be free?” “No! Free is lonely. Free is having no one who cares for you, no one who will sacrifice their own lives to protect you. Free is no one having your back even when you’re a solid bitch. I don’t want that kind of free!”
― Rebecca Roanhorse, Storm of Locusts

“Magic, medicine, science, and a little luck. If I had duct tape, I’d throw that in too.”
― Rebecca Roanhorse, Storm of Locusts

“Sorry.” She grins, showing teeth. “I’m afraid you’re stuck with me now.” “Is that a threat? Because you make that sound like a threat.” “You bet your ass it is.”
― Rebecca Roanhorse, Storm of Locusts

“Where are you going?” he calls. “To fight your friend. That god.” “Drunk?” “I’m sure as hell not doing it sober.” “Fair point.”
― Rebecca Roanhorse, Storm of Locusts

“That was just a lot of words. You didn’t actually tell me anything.”
― Rebecca Roanhorse, Storm of Locusts

“He’s in there right now butchering a man he called his friend five minutes ago.” “He doesn’t like rapists. That seems like an excellent quality to me.”
― Rebecca Roanhorse, Storm of Locusts

“I thought you were turning over a new leaf,” Rissa says to me. “Trying not to kill people.” “I was, but that was yesterday. Today, with the whole captured and drugged thing? I’m feeling pretty aggro.”
― Rebecca Roanhorse, Storm of Locusts

“Rissa flops onto the chair next to him. It’s my second favorite chair, and I only have two.”
― Rebecca Roanhorse, Storm of Locusts

“Men like him can’t be happy with living. They got to be praying for the end of the world. They thrive on death. Convince weaker men that only they can save them, but it’s all bullshit. Don’t trust those death-dealers, no matter how sweet their words. They only want to die and take you down with them.”
― Rebecca Roanhorse, Storm of Locusts

“His brother Tóbájíshchíní’s face is grim.”
― Rebecca Roanhorse, Storm of Locusts

“Neizghání’s eyes open. “Brother,” he echoes. And then, “Where is she?”
― Rebecca Roanhorse, Storm of Locusts

“A warmth spreads through my chest, that same feeling I got back at Twin Arrows when Rissa offered me her friendship.”
― Rebecca Roanhorse, Storm of Locusts

“The Diyin Dine’e do take sides. And Tó is on ours.”
― Rebecca Roanhorse, Storm of Locusts

“Did you say Tó? As in Tó Neinilí?”
― Rebecca Roanhorse, Storm of Locusts

“Strange that our isolation made the transition to a post Big Water world easier when before I’d only ever seen it as a punishment.”
― Rebecca Roanhorse, Storm of Locusts

“People had tried to flee but had been caught by a massive earthquake that sheared most of the Pacific Northwest straight off the continental shelf, and then the ocean had rushed in to finish the job.”
― Rebecca Roanhorse, Storm of Locusts

“And for a few minutes on a crumbling curb over a cup of coffee, I feel almost human.”
― Rebecca Roanhorse, Storm of Locusts