Court of Shadows Quotes

“I knew a woman was never supposed to admit when she thought she was beautiful. It was a mortal sin. Everyone hates a woman who likes how she looks, and women are especially reviled if they’re flawed and still have the balls to feel beautiful. Covered in scars, not the right shape, wrong hair—whatever. You’re supposed to feel bad about it. So I just kept my thoughts about it to myself. I was scarred; I was beautiful, and I didn’t need to know what anyone else thought about the matter.”
― C.N. Crawford, Court of Shadows

“I connect to the power of the earth,” he went on. “Bury my manhood in the fresh forest soil.”
― C.N. Crawford, Court of Shadows

“You read your little books about teenagers falling in love with thousand-year-old vamps. Our skin is supposed to sparkle like a unicorn’s arse, right? And you all get a happy ending. Wrong. Those books are crap.”
― C.N. Crawford, Court of Shadows

“Something about the intensity of the kiss made me feel like I was an answer to a question he’d been asking all his life.”
― C.N. Crawford, Court of Shadows

“What crime had she committed? Seduction, probably. In worlds ruled by men, that in itself was some kind of unforgivable witchcraft.”
― C.N. Crawford, Court of Shadows

“I had to wonder if he’d even bothered to leave the liver behind or if he’d just consumed the entire person.”
― C.N. Crawford, Court of Shadows

“My brain seemed to edit out my own mess until someone pointed it out to me.”
― C.N. Crawford, Court of Shadows

“Because you are. If you attempt to escape, we will sever your head with an iron ax.” “Nice.”
― C.N. Crawford, Court of Shadows

“Just an ordinary Friday night kerfuffle.”
― C.N. Crawford, Court of Shadows

“Sure, and I guess he doesn’t mind your balls all over the place.”
― C.N. Crawford, Court of Shadows

“Menacing shadows curled off him, like smoke from a funeral pyre. He was taller than the other, his shoulders broad and no doubt thickly muscled under his cloak. He gripped a dagger, red with blood that dripped onto the pavement. Drops of blood glistened”
― C.N. Crawford, Court of Shadows

“I found Ruadan in his room, engaging in his favorite, super pro-social activity: knife-sharpening. His blade glinted, and he didn’t even bother to look up at me as I crossed into the room.”
― C.N. Crawford, Court of Shadows

“Baleros’s third law of power: Always let your enemy underestimate you.”
― C.N. Crawford, Court of Shadows

“I think he’s the Devil himself.” “Very reassuring, thanks.” She was always saying weird shit about the Devil. Pretty sure it was an American thing. Whatever the case, this was not wonderful news. “Just tell me when they’re leaving.” “The Devil wears many faces,” she hissed. “I know. Just simmer down, friend.”
― C.N. Crawford, Court of Shadows

“Now that you’re quiet, let’s get one thing straight. I will not have you slandering romance books in my bar.” Technically, it wasn’t my bar, but that was beside the point. This arsehole thought he was going to feed on Ciara. And moreover, I would not tolerate anyone banging on about Bukowski.”
― C.N. Crawford, Court of Shadows

“Come with me, and I’ll teach you about reading real literature. Hemingway, Kerouac, Bukowski—”
― C.N. Crawford, Court of Shadows

“I needed a much uglier mentor to get through this.”
― C.N. Crawford, Court of Shadows

“The Old Gods had decided that I should sleep in the same room as a silent assassin who slaughtered his novices, and who was I to argue with gods?”
― C.N. Crawford, Court of Shadows

“As we fought, a dark smile curled my lips. My blood sang with the ancient beauty of warfare. It had been a long time since I’d been able to fight anyone who could keep up with me, and my heart thundered in my chest. Rain poured down hard, slicking my hair to my face. Was there anything more perfect than a beautiful fight?”
― C.N. Crawford, Court of Shadows

“I haven’t been this excited since my Aunt Starlene drew a clown on my bedroom wall to ease my loneliness.”
― C.N. Crawford, Court of Shadows