The Witch Collector Quotes

“Something must always be lost if you’re ever to gain. Don’t fear this. You will never move forward if you never leave things behind.”
― Charissa Weaks, The Witch Collector

“Fire of my heart, come that I may see you, warm my weary bones, be my place of rest.”
― Charissa Weaks, The Witch Collector

“In another life, I would’ve tried to know her. I would’ve admired her and read her poems written by my own hand. I would’ve walked with her through fields of stardrops, danced with her in the stream.”
― Charissa Weaks, The Witch Collector

“How do you feel, Raina? Listen to your misery. Listen to your rage. If you’re angry, let it boil. If you’re heartbroken, let your heart shatter.” His lips graze my ear, sending a rogue chill down my spine. “And if you hate, hate with the fire of a thousand suns.”
― Charissa Weaks, The Witch Collector

“There is no love without fear, but no one told me that fear feasts on those with something to lose.”
― Charissa Weaks, The Witch Collector

“What are you scared of?” he asks, his voice so soft. “What is it you fear when it comes to me?” I look up at him, and a thousand answers chase through my mind. The truth boils down to one thing, though, a truth I can’t hold inside anymore. “That I will never let myself know what it is to be yours. That I will deny myself this. Deny myself you. Out of fear.” I pat his chest before continuing. “Because I am so scared of losing anyone else.”
― Charissa Weaks, The Witch Collector

“It would be best if you didn’t look at me like that.” I lean closer and lick my lips. “Like what?” He gives me a piercing look. “Like you want me to kiss you. Because I will.”
― Charissa Weaks, The Witch Collector

“It’s hard to despise someone who lights up the world when they smile.”
― Charissa Weaks, The Witch Collector

“There is no victory without sacrifice.”
― Charissa Weaks, The Witch Collector

“I fight fine in a dress.”
― Charissa Weaks, The Witch Collector

“There is no love without fear, but no one told me that feat feasts on those with something to lose.”
― Charissa Weaks, The Witch Collector

“Idon’t know much about Alexus Thibault, but I do know he’s as heavy as a fucking ox.”
― Charissa Weaks, The Witch Collector

“Unfailing. When I’m grieving, he provides comfort. When I’m angry, he lets me rage but tempers my fury. When I’m frightened, he’s right there beside me, facing whatever comes my way. And sometimes tossing pebbles to scare me.”
― Charissa Weaks, The Witch Collector

“And if you hate, hate with the fire of a thousand suns.”
― Charissa Weaks, The Witch Collector

“You will never move forward if you never leave things behind.”
― Charissa Weaks, The Witch Collector

“There is magick even in this,” he whispers against my ear. “If you close your eyes, if you search, you’ll see the threads of my desire for you. We’re connected now. You just need to draw the threads inside you. We can tangle our magick. Even though mine is weak, it will still make this night like nothing you’ve ever known.”
― Charissa Weaks, The Witch Collector

“There is no love without fear.  I can’t call this love—not yet—but I have to wonder if it could become something extraordinary. Eventually. I’ll never know if I let this night pass me by.”
― Charissa Weaks, The Witch Collector

“He pulls back and runs his thumb over my lips. “Raina Bloodgood, your mouth will be my ruin.” Tenderly, he kisses my forehead, then turns to leave.”
― Charissa Weaks, The Witch Collector

“A man made of shadows, souls, and sin.”
― Charissa Weaks, The Witch Collector

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― Charissa Weaks, The Witch Collector

“Finn has been my first everything. My first friend. My first fight. My first kiss. My first lover. My first heartbreak.”
― Charissa Weaks, The Witch Collector

“I spin around, only to find Finn Owyn slipping into the crowd. With my knife.”
― Charissa Weaks, The Witch Collector

“You’re thinking too hard.” He taps his chest. “Magick can be created from a song, but it isn’t required. In truth, the most powerful magick is conjured from the deepest parts of our souls, not with voices or hands or anything else. But, no matter how a conjurer builds their magickal constructs, it must come from the heart. You know this, yes? Born of emotion, love, hope, sadness, desperation, all tied to ancient commandments of the old gods. The words are easy. Reaching for the emotion is what’s hard.”
― Charissa Weaks, The Witch Collector

“Neither of us asked for this,” he says, his stare intent. “Neither of us expected to find ourselves fighting desire at every turn. Yet I’ve battled my want of you since that night in your village.” He leans closer, so close I smell the lavender soap on his skin. He touches his mouth to my ear. “You can call me friend a thousand times, Raina, but I know you feel this.” This. This heat. This yearning. This longing.”
― Charissa Weaks, The Witch Collector

“I do not want this,” I sign, and I don’t. I want him, but I don’t want to risk my heart more pain. “Wherever we go from here, it must be as friends and fellow fighters. Nothing more.”
― Charissa Weaks, The Witch Collector

“I would be riding into battle for Colden Moeshka, the man who gave all for my sister and me. I would be riding into battle for the future of Tiressia.” I turn to leave but face him once more. With my hands, I pound out a truth I need him to understand, a truth that’s quickly becoming more than I can stand. “And I would be riding into battle for you.”
― Charissa Weaks, The Witch Collector

“He marked you. That is no small thing, Raina. He claimed you. Alexus has never claimed anyone. It’s an ancient rite. It means that he shared his power with you. If you don’t want that, you can tell him. It can be changed.”
― Charissa Weaks, The Witch Collector

“Alexus Thibault is bound to the Frost King unto death. If Colden Moeshka loses his life at the hands of the Prince of the East, he will take Alexus with him. And there won’t be a damn thing I can do to stop it.”
― Charissa Weaks, The Witch Collector

“I suppose not, but eternal life for me is very different, Raina. I’m bound to Colden’s immortality. The magi who created the spellwork between Colden and I are gone, and their unified magick is still strong. There is no undoing it. Are you understanding what I’m saying?” My chest tightens, and I feel sick, though the sudden flood of feelings attacking me makes no sense. It’s as though my body knows something my mind has yet to grasp. “No, I do not understand. You and I are bound—” “Yes, but the bond we share is only a connection. A link. If I lose my life, you do not lose yours. For Colden and me… We are two halves of the same whole, Raina. My immortality only goes so far as the king’s.”
― Charissa Weaks, The Witch Collector

“He’s immortal. Something I knew, in a sense. He’s Un Drallag the Sorcerer. Alexi of Ghent, the prince called him. I knew he’d been alive for three hundred years. I just haven’t had time to wonder why.”
― Charissa Weaks, The Witch Collector