The North Wind Quotes

“I, too, know what it’s like to be alone.” His eyes lift, the blue so pure and unguarded I feel as though I am seeing him for the first time. “Maybe we can be alone together.”
― Alexandria Warwick, The North Wind

“I don’t want to return to Edgewood.” I haven’t wanted that in weeks. His throat bobs, and he lifts his hand, cupping the scarred side of my face gently. “Then what do you want?” Why do the simplest questions have the most trying answers? I have given the North Wind every part of myself save my heart, and now I give him one more thing. “You,” I whisper hoarsely. “I want you.”
― Alexandria Warwick, The North Wind

“One bed for two people who cannot stand the sight of each other. The gods must hate me.”
― Alexandria Warwick, The North Wind

“You,” he says, catching my chin before I can look away, “are the most important person in my life. There is nothing I would not do for you. I would conquer cities in your name. I would lay waste to the world and place its greatest treasures at your feet. I would cross realms and topple empires and alter time, all for the promise of an eternity spent by your side.”
― Alexandria Warwick, The North Wind

“Dramatic is for the unimaginative.”
― Alexandria Warwick, The North Wind

“The king may have the emotional capacity of a twig, but I can’t deny the grace of his movements.”
― Alexandria Warwick, The North Wind

“It smells of cedar.”
― Alexandria Warwick, The North Wind

“If anyone is sleeping on the floor, it’s you. You’re young. I’m many millennia old. I have back pain.”
― Alexandria Warwick, The North Wind

“Please don’t stab me for this.” That is the last I see of his eyes, for the Frost King closes the distance, fitting his mouth seamlessly to mine.”
― Alexandria Warwick, The North Wind

“If I’m to suffer through a meal with the Frost King, then I need to be sufficiently drunk.”
― Alexandria Warwick, The North Wind

“I came here expecting to die. But I have never been, and never will be, weak. And so I return to books. I return to knowledge. I return to what I know, information gathered over the years, the tales and stories passed down.”
― Alexandria Warwick, The North Wind

“I am reminded again of who the North Wind is: an immortal who has lived to see a thousand beginnings and endings, while I am but the last leaf clinging to the autumn branch.”
― Alexandria Warwick, The North Wind

“I am not Elora. I am not gentle. I am a creature whose teeth were sharpened on suffering, and above all else, I will survive.”
― Alexandria Warwick, The North Wind

“Is that not why I read? To be taken elsewhere, and to learn truths about myself.”
― Alexandria Warwick, The North Wind

“It shames me. I have always fought. I have never given in. Always, I have pushed through darkness and cold, toward a fire I cannot see. Why did I stop? Why did I continually make myself smaller, less than? Everyone dies. But not everyone has a choice as to how they will go.”
― Alexandria Warwick, The North Wind

“—Tu —dice, y me sujeta la barbilla antes de que yo pueda apartar la mirada— eres la persona más importante de mi vida. No hay nada que no pueda hacer por ti. Soy capaz de conquistar ciudades en tu nombre, arrasaría el mundo y pondría sus mayores tesoros a tus pies. Atravesaría reinos y derrumbaría imperios, alteraría el tiempo, todo por la promesa de pasar la eternidad a tu lado.”
― Alexandria Warwick, The North Wind

“—Tu —dice, y me sujeta la barbilla antes de que yo pueda apartar la miarada— eres la persona más importante de mi vida. No hay nada que no pueda hacer por ti. Soy capaz de conquistar ciudades en tu nombre, arrasaría el mundo y pondría sus mayores tesoros a tus pies. Atravesaría reinos y derrumbaría imperios, alteraría el tiempo, todo por la promesa de pasar la eternidad a tu lado.”
― Alexandria Warwick, The North Wind

“For the lovers and the dreamers”
― Alexandria Warwick, The North Wind

“It’s—” She lowered her fork. “—interesting.” He straightened. Interesting. That was good, yes? “Mm.” She coughed and took a dainty sip of water. “Very.” Then she smiled. Boreas’ chest swelled in satisfaction. He had done it. He had baked a cake for his wife, and she had liked it. He must try this masterpiece. Snatching his fork, he sunk the tines into the dessert, brought a piece to his mouth, and gagged. It tasted like literal horse shit.”
― Alexandria Warwick, The North Wind

“The Anemoi, they are called—the Four Winds—who bring seasons to the land. The rumors grew hearts and drew breath and came alive in those darkening years. He calls himself Boreas, the North Wind: he who calls down the snows, the cold. But to all who live in the Gray, he is known as the Frost King.”
― Alexandria Warwick, The North Wind