Zara Quotes

“A pixie's true skin color is blue. Cookie Monster, Grover, and other lovable Muppets are also blue. Do not confuse the two. Muppets don't kill you. Usually.”
― Carrie Jones, Captivate

“Zara, sympathy is just a good excuse to buy greeting cards and make sorry eyes and secretly gloat over how glad you are that you aren't the person whose crap is hanging out for everyone to see.”
― Carrie Jones, Captivate

“Issie?“
After a second her voice comes out small and tired. “I'm not here.“
“Oh.“ I back up so I can stare at the bathroom door. No feet. “Then I should probably freak out because the toilet is talking back to me, huh? A little too many pain meds for Zara today.”
― Carrie Jones, Captivate

“Pixies have to be invited in, like vampires. I read it on the Internet."

"Well, there you go," I mutter. "Then it must be true.”
― Carrie Jones, Need

“All choices are fraught with peril, but inaction is the most perilous of all.”
― Frewin Jones, The Lost Queen

“It's a lot easier to understand things once you name them. It's the unknown that scares me most. - Zara”
― Carrie Jones, Need

“In Norwegian that would be 'hun ma dra. Kanskje er hun gravid.'" Astley sttempts to smile.
i can't help teasing him. "Which? Asking to go to the bathroom or dissing me because I'm pregnant."
"you are with child?" his eyes open wid, all mock terrified.
"No! Shut up. You know I'm not." I punch him in the arm and then lead him into the stairwell, shutting the door behind us. "Okay. Seriously, Astley, what happened to you? Why is your head bleeding?”
― Carrie Jones, Entice

“Fear was a wicked monster clinging to every insecurity, whispering the harshest things.
And salvation could also be dirty.”
― V. Theia, Dirty Salvation

“You know, Sir Devlan. Many women might find the quiet type endearing," I say. "I admit, a man of few words has an attractive quality." His head turns toward me. "But seeing how you're one of the few people I have to converse with, your lack of conversational skills can be obnoxious.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Fireblood

“This woman.
The one right in front of him making keen moaning noises.
He wanted her so fucking badly.
All the time. She was a thirst in his throat, and goddamn, most of the time he thought he was stroking out, what with his heart thumping when she laughed. She made him work hard to get her smiles, so her laugh... fuck... golden.”
― V. Theia, Dirty Salvation

“It had been impossible to get away from her own darkness. Or so she thought.
Here she was basking in the light of a beautiful bad man.”
― V. Theia, Dirty Salvation

“He was a drug, and she needed a fix, a huge fix.
A very lengthy fix.”
― V. Theia, Dirty Salvation

“Rider thought she looked possessed and fucking beautiful.
Finally, he understood why she'd needed to do this.
Take your power back, baby. His fucking girl. Fuck. Rider might be in awe of her inner strength. She had a gorgeous monster inside of her.”
― V. Theia, Dirty Salvation

“You're everythin' I want, Icy. Believe it, you're it for me, for the long haul, my old lady, want you on the back of my bike squeezin' me with your legs, holdin' my waist, I wanna fuck you every night, make you feel good, have you screamin' my name, wanna see that smile and know it's just for me ‘cause I make you happy. I want every last thing from you and to give you more back, you and me every day. Need you to know this goin’ in, where my heads at. It’s you.”
― V. Theia, Dirty Salvation

“I will not be violent," I chant-mutter. "I will not be violent. I am peaceful and good. I do not want to give anyone the finger.”
― Carrie Jones, Need

“He roars, “What have you done?”
I don’t answer. My heart beats crazy happy just to see her get across the iron. She’s not burned. She’s still human.
“Zara.” His voice is measured. “I need her to maintain control.”
“You don’t need to be in control. You’re all trapped. So there’ll be no more stealing boys, no more shooting arrows in the woods, getting people lost. It’s all over.” The metal is cold on my fingers.
Devyn grabs more wire, starts another flight. A group of pixies leaps for him, screaming, a wild, chaotic mess. They start clawing at each other, lost in fear and hunger, angry. A pixie in a pink dress shrieks when another wearing a black gown lashes at her, slashing through the skin on her arm.
“Zara?” The king tries to be calm and nice. He tries to look human. It doesn’t work. “Do you know what this means? Do you know the power that I’ll lose? The need? We will fight in here. We will kill each other.”
“I know,” I say and my voice shakes as I stare at him, this man who is in my blood, but not me. He is not me. Still, I understand his need, his fear. He is stuck in this awful place where there is no moral way to move forward. “I’m so sorry.”
And I am.”
― Carrie Jones, Need

“Lark frowned. “I thought she was associated with fate. Her Arcana name’s Our Lady of Fate.”

“As she desired it to be,” he said. “But it’s a very liberal translation.”

I’d thought these Arcana things were set in stone. Now the goalposts were moving.

He downed that shot, then poured another. “She appears to control fate, but she doesn’t have any influence over what happens to her. Her power is passive. She doesn’t read the future and consciously affect it—not like the Fool does.” Aric’s gaze grew distant. “Ages ago, Fortune was known more accurately as Lady Luck. The Fool was known as the Hand of Fate. She despised him for that and envied his power.”
― Kresley Cole, Arcana Rising

“Zara.” He sighs. The wind bellows outside. “How can I make you understand this? I need your mom. If I don’t get her, more boys will die.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“No, it’s just how it is.”
I think for a second. “If that’s true, then why did Ian try to turn me?”
He loses his composure. His face shifts into something worried, something almost human. “Did he kiss you?”
“Almost. Betty killed him first.”
He almost smiles. He pulls his hand through his hair. “Betty is fierce.”
“Is that why you stay away when she’s here?”
“Not even a pixie wants to tangle with a tiger.”
He blows on the ember in his hand. It turns to dust.
“You seem like you could handle almost anything,” I say.
“This?” He smirks. “Parlor tricks.”
― Carrie Jones, Need