Stolen by the Wolves Quotes

“Then I will respect only those wishes you make in daylight,” I tell her. “You have my word.”
― Lyx Robinson, Stolen by the Wolves

“You know nothing of our God,” she seethes. “If he willingly lets a thousand of his loyal followers die to punish one girl, I doubt he is worth knowing,” I bite back.”
― Lyx Robinson, Stolen by the Wolves

“It is God that moves my hand,” she says. “Then I would protect you from him.”
― Lyx Robinson, Stolen by the Wolves

“She cocks her eyebrow and gives me a world-wise smile. “There is a man under every monk’s robe, girl. You would do well to remember that.”
― Lyx Robinson, Stolen by the Wolves

“The moon governs you,” I remind us both. “Like it governs me.” “The moon readies me for anyone,” she whispers. “But I am choosing you. I would choose you even in daylight.”
― Lyx Robinson, Stolen by the Wolves

“There is no understanding the belonging I feel as he kisses me. I can only revel in it. Like I have come home at last.”
― Lyx Robinson, Stolen by the Wolves

“What is the fealty of a woman worth? When we are but bartering chips for those who wear the crown.”
― Lyx Robinson, Stolen by the Wolves

“The act of knotting is tantamount to a sacred mating ritual, just as potent as a marriage proposal – not some weightless act to perform solely for pleasure’s sake.”
― Lyx Robinson, Stolen by the Wolves

“But by God, sometimes I swear the flush is so strong that I would let the devil himself take me.”
― Lyx Robinson, Stolen by the Wolves

“We women marked by Clota have the gift of heat cycles, which heightens our chances of fertility, and spares us the dangers and discomforts of regular conception.”
― Lyx Robinson, Stolen by the Wolves

“I did not slay the High King of Ireland to come here and be treated like some common bandit.”
― Lyx Robinson, Stolen by the Wolves

“Not just a Vanirdottir, but a princess of royal blood. She is too fine to belong to a mere Jarl. I understand this as I gaze at her pink lips, her translucent skin, her fine red-gold hair. She is a gift fit for kings. But I will never let her go.”
― Lyx Robinson, Stolen by the Wolves

“Knuckles knock against a door in my chest, the Other Tamsin waiting to be let in, wearing a wide inhuman grin.”
― Lyx Robinson, Stolen by the Wolves

“Oy!” Ivar’s boots creak across the deck towards us. “None of that! Thrain, release him. Lord Aedan, her dresses are in the hold, take her down there to change.”
― Lyx Robinson, Stolen by the Wolves

“There is an incomprehensible scuffle. Planking creaks and groans as men shift around me. When I next look up, Thrain Mordsson stands guard in front of me, one deadly sharp axe brandished. Aedan is standing with his hands open and empty, the sharp edge of the axe wedged under his chin. He’s holding his head up, barely breathing as the thin slice of metal presses into his throat.”
― Lyx Robinson, Stolen by the Wolves

“Yes! Come and let her share in the feast tonight.” My blood runs cold. How can they speak so openly of these things? Then again, judging by their feast nights, they probably don’t have much to hide from one another.”
― Lyx Robinson, Stolen by the Wolves

“It is God that moves my hand,” she says. “Then I would protect you from him.” She scoffs. “You’re an arrogant fool, Thrain Mordsson.” “Perhaps.”
― Lyx Robinson, Stolen by the Wolves

“Though he’s Alban, though he’s part of the crowd who will whisk me away soon… he is the only one among them that I’m glad to see. He is the only one who knows the extent of what I’ve been through these past two days, and helped me through it. He helped Rhun. He saw… he saw what I did. For my brother. And yet he did not judge me for it. He didn’t look at me like I was monstrous.”
― Lyx Robinson, Stolen by the Wolves

“You can’t break me out of the dungeons. Even if you enlist Emrys’s help, the guards watch us day and night.” “I’ll find a way.”
― Lyx Robinson, Stolen by the Wolves