Broken Throne Quotes

“Even without her lightning, Mare Barrow still manages to strike me through.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Broken Throne

“And you're late"
"I prefer chronologically challenged”
― Victoria Aveyard, Broken Throne

“Who can say where the paths lead, or how the scales may balance in another decade? I suppose I can, but that is my curse. To watch, to see, until the ending of all things. We destroy. We rebuild. We destroy again. It is the constant of our kind. We are all a god's chosen, and we are all a god's cursed.
-Jon”
― Victoria Aveyard, Broken Throne

“Good-bye, Maven,' Cal says, his voice broken. He isn't really speaking to me.
The farewell is for another boy, lost years ago, before he became what I am now. Cal lets go of him, the Maven I was. The Maven I still am, somewhere inside, unable or unwilling to step into the light.

Despite all our difference between us, we have this in common. We use our pain to destroy.

'Good-bye Cal,' I say to no one.
Weakness, my mother answers.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Broken Throne

“Go break some thrones”
― Victoria Aveyard, Broken Throne

“But there is a difference between a single candle in darkness, and a sunrise.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Broken Throne

“History will remember you, mark my words,

Make sure it remembers you well.”
― Victoria Aveyard , Broken Throne

“I have nothing but time. To choose, to heal. To live.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Broken Throne

“I’m so good at saving your life, I might as well get paid for it.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Broken Throne

“Long before you knew what a monster I was, you did monstrous things too.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Broken Throne

“I was also extremely partial to some illustrated books detailing the exploits of a crime-fighting, angst-ridden bat person.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Broken Throne

“We are all a god’s chosen, and a god’s cursed.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Broken Throne

“Cal stares at me, eyes full of accusation. And longing. This time he takes me by surprise when he steps closer, and I fall back on my heels. “Did your mother destroy you entirely? Is there anything left of you?” he asks, searching my face. “Anything that isn’t hers?”
He won’t tell me what he’s looking for, but I know. Despite the walls my mother built around me, Cal always manages to weasel through. His hunting eyes fill me with sorrow. Even now, he thinks there’s something in me left to save—and to mourn. There is no escaping our fate, not for either of us. He must sentence me to die. And I must accept death. But Cal wants to know if he’s killing his brother along with the monster—or if the brother died long ago.
Cut for cut, my mother whispers, louder now, taunting. The words slice like a razor.
It would hurt him deeply, wound him forever, if I let him glimpse what little is left of me. That I’m still here, in some forgotten corner, just waiting to be found. I could ruin him with one glance, one echo of the brother he remembers. Or I could free him of me. Make the choice for him. Give my brother one last proof of the love I can no longer feel, even if he never knows it.
I weigh the choice in my heart, each side heavy and impossible. For one terrifying moment, I don’t know what to do.
Despite all my mother’s fine work, I can’t find it in myself to land that final blow.
I drop my gaze, forcing a detached smirk to my lips.
“I would do it all again, Cal,” I tell him, lying with such grace. It feels easy, after so many years behind a mask. “If given the choice to go back, I would let her change me. I would watch you kill him. I’d send you to the arena. And I’d get it right. I’d give you what you deserve. I’d kill you now if I could. I’d do it a thousand times.”
My brother is simple, easy to manipulate. He sees only what lies in front of him, only what he can understand. The lie does its job well. His eyes harden, that undying ember in him almost extinguished entirely. One hand twitches, wanting to form a fist. But the Silent Stone affects him too, and even if he had the strength to make me burn, he could not.
“Good-bye, Maven,” Cal says, his voice broken. He isn’t really speaking to me.
The farewell is for another boy, lost years ago, before he became what I am now. Cal lets go of him, the Maven I was. The Maven I still am, somewhere inside, unable or unwilling to step into the light.
This will be the last time we speak to each other alone. I can feel that in my marrow. If I see him again, it will be before the throne, or beneath the cold steel of the executioner’s blade.
“I look forward to the sentencing,” I drawl in reply, watching him flee the room. The door slams behind him, shaking paintings in their frames.
Despite all the difference between us, we have this in common. We use our pain to destroy.
“Good-bye, Cal,” I say to no one.
Weakness, my mother answers.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Broken Throne

“There's a difference between us and you," Ashe finally snaps. "We do what we have to in order to survive, to carve out a life. Not because we don't agree with the palace we end up living in.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Broken Throne

“You are a nymph, Iris. You can read the tides; you can change currents. But this current, this swift course, cannot be changed. Well I know metal, Princess. And I know that any steel that does not bend is fated to break.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Broken Throne

“If you can’t convince them, beat them.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Broken Throne

“Take us away. Bring us downriver. Carry me west or south or north, in any direction but the one I have come from.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Broken Throne

“I have managed to find mention of a small nuclear attack dated to the year 2022 CE.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Broken Throne

“- Thief.
- Obviously.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Broken Throne

“Such is Evangeline’s way. To push me aside while pulling me closer.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Broken Throne

“Ends justifying means has been used to defend many, many atrocities.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Broken Throne

“The pieces on this board we share are already in place, and it isn’t difficult to guess the game.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Broken Throne

“News travels fast in places like this.”
It comforts her, if only a little. “Good. Let’s hope we’re lucky.”
“I’m not a fan of either.”
“Hope and luck?” She grins a true smile. “Me neither.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Broken Throne

“No, I’m not running. Cowards run, and I’m not a coward. A coward would have stayed behind. A coward would have waited for Orrian, accepted him and the fate already chosen.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Broken Throne

“It is an odd thing, to be loved and know you are loved as well.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Broken Throne

“No hay peor castigo ni dolor que la memoria”
― Victoria Aveyard, Broken Throne

“Tristan is not so affected. He’s a Piedmont boy originally, a son of mild winter and swampy summer. The heat doesn’t bother him. In fact the only indicator of the changing season are his freckles, which seem to breed. They dot his arms and face, more every day. And his hair is longer too, a dark red mop that curls in the humidity.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Broken Throne

“This will be the last time I hold the arm of a prince, she thought as they walked a bridge. She thought that every time, and she was always wrong.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Broken Throne

“Who can say where the paths lead, or how the scales may balance in another decade? I suppose I can, but that is my curse. To watch, to see, until the ending of all things. We destroy. We rebuild. We destroy again. It is the constant of our kind. We are god's chosen, and we are all god's cursed.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Broken Throne

“Once, I might have left her to this. Let her drive me away only to call me back when she was ready. But that isn’t fair. And I won’t live that way anymore.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Broken Throne