Lilith Saintcrow Quotes.

11. "You can't ever stop thinking something quick enough. Something that hurts always gets the knife in too fast for you to slam a lid on it and shove it away."
- Quote by Lilith Saintcrow

12. "It was the same old crap-someone thinking they can push you around because you're young, because you're helpless. You had to just sit there and take it because you were under a certain number, because you weren't a real person yet; you could be picked up and dropped like a toy, left behind or thrown away-"
- Quote by Lilith Saintcrow

13. "He laughed. The laugh could strip the skin off an elephant in seconds."
- Quote by Lilith Saintcrow

14. "Hearing wulfen howl is... well, it's horrible. The sound is glassy, hovering at the upper ranges of hearing, and it's full of paws on snow and running with the icy wind hitting the back of your throat like stares. Underneath the glassy edge is the song of flesh ripped apart, the sweetness of hot blood, and the savagery of crunching bones with sharp teeth. The worst part is how it climbs into your brain, pressing itself like a hard sharpness into the soft folds, and drags open the doors socialization slams shut to keep the howling ravening thing down inside down and tame. The thing on four clawed legs that lives in all of us."
- Quote by Lilith Saintcrow

15. "No problem, Goth Boy. First one's free."
- Quote by Lilith Saintcrow

16. "Tristan. The killspell is meant for him. Protect him, just as he would protect you."
- Quote by Lilith Saintcrow

17. "He stared at her face as if he wanted to peel it off and take it home with him. What a gruesome thought, Rowan."
- Lilith Saintcrow, Hunter

18. "Unwinter did not wind his Horn or glance back. He did not lift an armored hand to summon his knights. He did not command them to follow. And yet. The whisper became a rustle, the rustle deepened to a throbbing, the throbbing swelled into a roar. The highborn fullbloods of Unwinter, pale and wasted, sallied forth clasped in their own black armor, riding by two and three on the nightmare mounts enticed from the Dreaming Sea’s foaming edge."
- Lilith Saintcrow, Wasteland King

19. "Dryads gathered in knots, hushed, and for once satyrs did not chase them but stood solitary sentinel, horned heads upflung and broad nostrils quivering. Kelpies and selkies hesitated, between horseform and biped shape, their wicked teeth gleaming as they snorted and stamped; among them, night-mares or elfhorses along the shores of the Dreaming Sea—which touches all shores, always—tossed their manes but did not neigh."
- Lilith Saintcrow, Wasteland King

20. "She climbed, and climbed. The tower vibrated slightly, perhaps because its height made the wind a stroking hand upon its string. Half-heard cries, ragged whispers, soft slithering sounds echoed from the stone walls. The Speaking Tower, it was called, for here Summer could listen to the voices of her subjects, their wishes and fears seeping from rough mauve rock. The outside was white-and-greenstone, but the inside of the Speaking was a pink throat."
- Lilith Saintcrow, Wasteland King

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