Ruthless Vows Quotes

“Write me a story where there is no ending, Kitt.”
― Rebecca Ross, Ruthless Vows

“Roman stared at the typewriter and its blank page.”
― Rebecca Ross, Ruthless Vows

“To write the story they both wanted that night.
To think it could be their last.”
― Rebecca Ross, Ruthless Vows

“You never saved me, like you claim. In the fields of Avalon Bluff. You didn't save me, but Iris did.”
― Rebecca Ross, Ruthless Vows

“And men like to talk when they get drunk.”
― Rebecca Ross, Ruthless Vows

“She still had Val’s flute in her pocket, alongside the key, the ball of wax, and now three blueberry scones. All important items to carry on a death mission below.”
― Rebecca Ross, Ruthless Vows

“La magia sigue presente y el pasado reluce, dorado; veo belleza en lo que ha sido, pero solo porque he experimentado dolor y alegría en igual medida.”
― Rebecca Ross, Ruthless Vows

“Do you ever feel as if you wear armor, day after day? That when people look at you, they see only the shine of steel that you’ve so carefully encased yourself in?”
― Rebecca Ross, Ruthless Vows

“Iris looked at him, but his mahogany brown eyes were focused on Attie.”
― Rebecca Ross, Ruthless Vows

“P.S. You can call me Elizabeth.”
― Rebecca Ross, Ruthless Vows

“Iris glanced sidelong at Attie. “You’re worried he’ll get stranded?” “No. I’m worried we’ll be stranded if he doesn’t make it back.” But Attie continued to stare down the street, her fingers gripping the iron scrollwork of the gate. “I’m going for a walk.”
― Rebecca Ross, Ruthless Vows

“limned”
― Rebecca Ross, Ruthless Vows

“Solo era un libro, pero lo sintió como si fuese algo mucho más que cuero, papel y tinta. Como algo que la mantendría cuerda en los días venideros, algo que la protegería a la vez que la animaría a seguir adelante.”
― Rebecca Ross, Ruthless Vows

“Creo que me inclino un poco más hacia el lado de lo imposible últimamente. Me inclino hacia la magia.”
― Rebecca Ross, Ruthless Vows

“Siempre existe dolor al curar.”
― Rebecca Ross, Ruthless Vows

“Todo lo que duerme termina despertándose en algún momento, con sed de venganza.”
― Rebecca Ross, Ruthless Vows

“A veces, no creo que sepamos de qué pasta estamos hechos hasta que ocurre lo peor. Entonces tenemos que decidir quiénes somos en realidad y lo que más nos importa.
Creo que a menudo nos sorprendemos incluso nosotros mismos de en qué nos convertimos.”
― Rebecca Ross, Ruthless Vows

“Even if the dream was real, which I believe it wasn’t, do we live by our past, or do we live by what is to come? Do we choose to waste time looking behind to things that have already happened and cannot be changed, or do we keep our sight forward on what we can see?”
― Rebecca Ross, Ruthless Vows

“I must say you look well,” he said. And then, because he was an utter fool for her, he bumped her foot beneath the table. That brought her gaze back to him. Keen and full of light, warm as embers. “Are you implying that I looked ill before?” He almost smiled, and he was pleased to see the color return to her skin. It could have been a bloom of indignation, or desire. They had played this game well at the Gazette, although if Roman could go back … No. He shut the thought down. He wouldn’t change a thing. Because if he could, would the two of them still be here, bound together by vow and trial and love that had crept up on him like ivy on stone?”
― Rebecca Ross, Ruthless Vows

“I need you to help me break into the museum, Prindle.” Sarah, to her credit, only blinked. “All right. And why would we do that?” “Because I need to steal a typewriter.”
― Rebecca Ross, Ruthless Vows

“He wondered what this meant for him in the days to come, the years to come. If he survived this war, then how long would he truly have to live? How much damage had the gas done to him, and was it something he could manage with proper medical treatment?”
― Rebecca Ross, Ruthless Vows

“turkey on rye with an extra slice of red onion”
― Rebecca Ross, Ruthless Vows

“It’s quite simple, actually.” Iris laced her fingers behind her back. “Tell him it’s courtesy of Inkridden Iris.”
― Rebecca Ross, Ruthless Vows

“I will die far from home, with words I wanted to say but never did.”
― Rebecca Ross, Ruthless Vows

“The recognition tore through him like a bullet, and Roman knew he was awake and lucid, even as he stood face-to-face with a dream.”
― Rebecca Ross, Ruthless Vows

“He wasn’t alone, and he had never felt more alive, his blood singing when he looked at her, when he breathed in the lavender scent of her skin …”
― Rebecca Ross, Ruthless Vows

“Soon it would be night; the stars would pierce the sky like nails, and he would light the candles and write by fire because the words came easier in the darkness."

"You've never uttered a vow, or felt it settle in your bones like magic. You've never sworn yourself to another."

"My name is Roman Carver Kitt, and this is a dead man's story."

"You always were fond of postscripts, weren't you, Kitt?" she whispered."

"You are the author of my wounds to begin with. I would have never breathed the gas that has scarred my lungs if not for you. I would have never felt the bite of shrapnel in my leg if not for you."

"Even then, may I find your soul still sworn to mine."

"Burn my words."

"Roman stared at them until the words blurred. He could taste pond water; he could feel his sister's limp weight in his arms. The way his stomach had ached like it had been sliced open. How his heart had beat itself numb as he carried her home.”
― Rebecca Ross, Ruthless Vows

“But she felt the tides pull beneath her, as if she stood beneath a bloodred moon. She took the hilt in her hand.”
― Rebecca Ross, Ruthless Vows

“A pesar de nuestras vidas mortales, tal vez podamos crear magia con nuestras palabras.”
― Rebecca Ross, Promesas crueles

“Your favorite season is autumn, because that is when you believe magic can be tasted in the air.”
― Rebecca Ross, Ruthless Vows