House of Striking Oaths Quotes

“One needs not possess a soft heart to feel empathy; one needs only possess a heart.”
― Olivia Wildenstein, House of Striking Oaths

“The girl Bronwen saw standing over Alyona’s body, Glacin dagger in hand, is not you, Fallon. It’s our daughter.”
― Olivia Wildenstein, House of Striking Oaths

“Tell me where my mother is.” “She’s in the ocean.”
― Olivia Wildenstein, House of Striking Oaths

“In my next life—if there is such a thing as reincarnation—I will be cynical and negative to a fault. And I will not fucking trust anyone. And I will say fuck a lot.”
― Olivia Wildenstein, House of Striking Oaths

“intention and skill are two very different things.”
― Olivia Wildenstein, House of Striking Oaths

“because even the holiest amongst us is no stranger to sin.”
― Olivia Wildenstein, House of Striking Oaths

“It’s diversity that makes our world extraordinary. There is beauty even in the darkest pockets of humanity, the same way there are precious memories in the gutter of my nightmares.”
― Olivia Wildenstein, House of Striking Oaths

“I understand you look for the best in people, Little Bird, but make sure not to lose sight of the worst, because even the holiest amongst us is no stranger to sin.”
― Olivia Wildenstein, House of Striking Oaths

“Lore? Rest, Behach Éan. Has my skin puddled around my bones? No. Would you have kept loving me if it had? I would love you in any form. Even skinless?”
― Olivia Wildenstein, House of Striking Oaths

“Three? Have you hatched a baby in my absence? A smile slashes through his darkness. No, Behach Éan. That will be your job. The only part I play is spilling my seed inside your hatch.”
― Olivia Wildenstein, House of Striking Oaths

“I don’t believe you need more motivation to kill Regio, Fallon, but yes, until you’ve ended his line, your mother cannot be brought back.”
― Olivia Wildenstein, House of Striking Oaths

“Oh my Gods! Minimus?!”
― Olivia Wildenstein, House of Striking Oaths

“Zendaya. Is. Dead. Meriam bled her dry before casting her desiccated corpse into Mareluce.”
― Olivia Wildenstein, House of Striking Oaths

“Gods, who knew winks could be so panty-melting?”
― Olivia Wildenstein, House of Striking Oaths

“They are, but that does not preclude any of them from looking.”
― Olivia Wildenstein, House of Striking Oaths

“Or else what? His voice sounds wrong—cold, punitive. It’s the tone he uses with his enemies, not with me.”
― Olivia Wildenstein, House of Striking Oaths

“There’s little worse than goodbyes.”
― Olivia Wildenstein, House of Striking Oaths

“Another wave of laughter surges from my chest, but it crashes over me in time with a wave of tears because, though my mother healed my superficial wounds, I’m still riddled with tiny cracks that will end up sinking me if I don’t find a way to plug them up, and quickly at that. I cannot afford to sink. I need to swim.”
― Olivia Wildenstein, House of Striking Oaths

“Phoebus holds me tighter, pressing his cheek into the top of my head. I link my hands around his waist and return his hug. “Thank you,” I murmur. “For what, Picolina?” “For loving me unconditionally.” “It’s part of the friendship manifesto I’m penning. Remember?”
― Olivia Wildenstein, House of Striking Oaths

“My lips finally adopt another shape than open-mouthed shock, and I laugh. “Wow. Finally. We were worried Meriam forced you to give up your sense of humor to unlock your magic. You know, like a payment of sorts. I mean, we were ready to remain your friends, because blood magic.” She winks. “But we may have invited you to hang less.” I bark out another laugh and shake my head. “I’ll have you both know no trade was required. My sense of humor just needed a little dusting off after spending so much time underground. Didn’t have many people to be ridiculous with.”
― Olivia Wildenstein, House of Striking Oaths

“My smile reaches higher, deeper. I’ll stick to throttling your cock in one of our two beds. Speaking of cocks, shall we go retrieve yours, mo khrà? Retrieve my cock, he mutters right before popping my ass cheek. Did you just spank me? Well, you did just call me dickless. He spins me around, his hands kneading the skin he tapped, and then he tilts my hips, and I flail forward, my fingers locking around the edge of the chest of drawers that sits like an island in the middle of his dressing chamber. My cock may not be made of flesh, Fallon, but it can fill you up just the same. Allow me to demonstrate. When he slams home, I wheeze. Can you feel me, my love? I can feel nothing else. To punish me once again for having alluded to his missing manhood, he rubs my ass, then gives it a brisk smack. A dizzying current whizzes through my body, zapping a throaty mewl from my lungs. Oh, Gods, Lore. Oh—I choke as Lore pounds into me, stretching me with his shadows—Gods—my climax roars through my body, jostling both my skin and marrow—Lore! He keeps rocking his shadow-hips. Reassured? I didn’t mean to make you feel like less of a man. He doesn’t respond, merely recalls his shadows. When a translucent trail of wetness dribbles down my inner thighs, he rips a fresh tunic off a hanger and cleans my skin. I hook up an eyebrow. Was any of that yours? His gaze remains locked on the fabric absorbing my pleasure. No. Because he cannot come in this form . . . If I need to come, I’ll penetrate your mind before I penetrate your body. Now get dressed and meet me in the war room. His gruff timbre makes me glance over my shoulder at where he stands, delineated in dark wisps. How do I reach the war room? Use the door beside my fireplace. It’ll lead to a sitting room, which will lead you to the war room. His tone is laced with so much frost that it ices my heart. “Lore, I’m sorry. I . . .” He leaves before I can finish speaking.”
― Olivia Wildenstein, House of Striking Oaths

“Because we’re a tribe, Fallon. A family. One who sticks together through thick and thin.”
― Olivia Wildenstein, House of Striking Oaths