A Dream of Embers Quotes

“You’re impossible,” I groaned, shoving against his shoulder.

“You mean unattainable.” He didn’t budge.

“You didn’t seem unattainable when you were begging me to kiss you.”

“I was being charitable. Where would people like you be without my generosity?”
― Jane Washington, A Dream of Embers

“You should be called Temptation instead of Tempest.”
― Jane Washington, A Dream of Embers

“You may begin the ceremony, Mavlys.” Vale cut me off, his hands landing heavily on my shoulders.

I opened my mouth to try again, but Vale’s hand flashed up from my shoulder, wrapping around the lower half of my face.

“Nod your consent if you’re ready, Tempest.”

Elrik swallowed, glancing at me nervously. “T-That’s n-not really how consent—” he stuttered, but Vidrol cut him off.

“Quiet. I can’t hear the Tempest. She’s trying to give her consent. What was that, darling?” With a glare at him and a sharp elbow swung back at Vale—which he ignored—I eventually bobbed my head. “Excellent,” Vale growled, releasing me. “Get on with it, then.”
― Jane Washington, A Dream of Embers

“You were a prisoner when we met.” Vidrol smirked at me. “And then you were a slave.”

“And then I won my freedom—” I started, but he cut me off with a tittering sound.

“You became an apprentice as we trained—”

“Tortured,” I corrected dully.

“But even that’s a far leap from a queen”
― Jane Washington, A Dream of Embers

“And my hair?” I twisted a strand over my shoulder, batting my eyelashes right at Helki, enjoying the way his scowl deepened.

“I always liked your hair,” he snapped. “It’s the colour of blood. I like blood.”

Andel snorted, and I was surprised to find a savage smile on his face, his violet eyes fixed on Helki. “What in the name of Ledenaether do women see in you?” he asked.

“An animal,” I answered for him. “Isn’t that right, beast?” I expected Helki to descend into a primordial rage, but instead, he smiled. He tried to hide it by wiping his hand over his face, but I caught the glint of amusement in his eyes.

“Some women like that.” Vidrol chuckled, his magic constricting around my heart, drawing my eyes to his. “You’ve never wanted a man to rip your clothes off and sink his teeth into you, darling?” His eyes lightened, and the room grew quiet again. The silence was so pregnant I could hear every breath they drew.

“No.” I forced a shrug, wondering why my heart was pounding so hard. “Sounds painful.”
― Jane Washington, A Dream of Embers

“Don’t start trying to throw your weight around with me, little twig. I can make you submit in a hundred different ways before the sun comes up.”

“Even if you broke my back, I still wouldn’t bow to you,” I snarled.

“This again,” Andel sighed.

“Do you two need to arm-wrestle, or can we move on?” Vidrol asked blandly. “We can throw you in a pen to roll around in the mud later”
― Jane Washington, A Dream of Embers

“You know exactly what I’m offering you. All of you. I’m offering the impossible. I’m giving you both of the options you deliberated over for so long. I’m offering to save this world…” I pressed my teeth together, flicking my eyes to the three figures now huddled in the corner of the room, cowering away from our tense discussion. “And I’m offering to share in the benefits,” I finally hedged. “A six-way share. A six-way partnership.”

“You can’t cram six people into a two-person carriage”
― Jane Washington, A Dream of Embers

“They stared at me without emotion—without recognition, almost. Even Fjor, who had dragged me beneath him, whose hot mouth had devoured mine only the night before. He narrowed his dark eyes as though he could tell I was remembering it … and he wasn’t happy about it. I smirked in response.

“Again?” Andel suddenly snapped, looking between me and Fjor, his eyes darkening in fury.

“Again?” Helki repeated, confused.

“It would seem so.”
― Jane Washington, A Dream of Embers

“Making paper animals. I’m taking requests for the next ten minutes only.” “A spider.” “How about a horse?” “A caterpillar.” “Can I tempt you with a horse?” He stared at me, unimpressed. “A stag.” “I’m sorry, did you say horse?”
― Jane Washington, A Dream of Embers

“What in the three worlds are you doing?” I took stock of the mess of torn pages scattered around me like the fanned-out train of a dress. “Making paper animals. I’m taking requests for the next ten minutes only.” “A spider.” “How about a horse?” “A caterpillar.” “Can I tempt you with a horse?” He stared at me, unimpressed. “A stag.” “I’m sorry, did you say horse?” He pressed a finger between his brows, pushing upward as he sighed. “A fucking horse, then.” I flung the mangled paper I had been holding at him. “Enjoy.”
― Jane Washington, A Dream of Embers

“I wasn’t scared of death. I had visited the brink so often it was almost a holiday destination.”
― Jane Washington, A Dream of Embers

“What in the three worlds are you doing?” I took stock of the mess of torn pages scattered around me like the fanned-out train of a dress.

“Making paper animals. I’m taking requests for the next ten minutes only.”

“A spider.”

“How about a horse?”

“A caterpillar.”

“Can I tempt you with a horse?”

He stared at me, unimpressed. “A stag.”

“I’m sorry, did you say horse?” He pressed a finger between his brows, pushing upward as he sighed. “A fucking horse, then.”

I flung the mangled paper I had been holding at him. “Enjoy”
― Jane Washington, A Dream of Embers

“I’ll have you know…” I pointing an unsteady finger in the air as I notched my elbow on the table. “I’ve been letting him win.”

“And why would you do that?” Fjor asked, the shadow of a mocking smile ghosting the edges of his cruel mouth.

“To be a good wife.” I rolled my eyes. “Obviously.”

“Good wives go to bed when they’re told to,” he returned calmly.

“Yes, well, none of us are perfect.”
― Jane Washington, A Dream of Embers

“I liked the way he fought his desire, but I didn’t like him. I liked the silky slide of his dark hair as he hovered over me, unable to draw away any further … but I didn’t like him. I liked the way he let himself be weak enough for me to grab his face and force him back to me, but I definitely didn’t like him”
― Jane Washington, A Dream of Embers

“I could believe in them. In Andel’s strange protectiveness, Vidrol’s daring hope, Vale’s strength, Fjor’s aching weakness, and the fact that Helki was … mostly still just an asshole.”
― Jane Washington, A Dream of Embers

“the Keeper."

"He didn’t like loud and brash women. He didn’t like people looking him straight in the eyes. He didn’t like women who were too shy, too delicate, too strong, or too strong-smelling. He didn’t like to be touched or spoken to. He liked to look, to have his questions answered simply and quickly. He didn’t like his time wasted. He sounded like an asshole. No wonder Vidrol had appointed him.”
― Jane Washington, A Dream of Embers