Quotes From "A Gathering Of Shadows" By V.E. Schwab

Look, everyone talks about the unknown like it's some big scary thing, but it's the familiar that's always bothered me. It's heavy, builds up around you like rocks, until it's walls and a ceiling and a cell. V.E. Schwab

No, ” he muttered, running a hand through his copper hair. “No. No. There are dozens.”“ Kell?” she asked, moving to touch his arm. He shook her off. “Dozens of ships, Lila! And you had to climb aboard his.”“ I’m sorry, ” she shot back, bristling, “I was under the impression that I was free to do as I pleased.”“ To be fair, ” added Alucard, “I think she was planning to steal it and slit my throat.”“ Then why didn’t you?” snarled Kell, spinning on her. “You’re always so eager to slash and stab, why couldn’t you have stabbed him?. V.E. Schwab

I know where you sleep, Bard." She smirked. "Then you know I sleep with knives. V.E. Schwab

My father was a vulture. My mother was a magpie. My oldest brother is a crow. My sister, a sparrow. I have never really been a bird." Lila resisted the urge to say he might have been a peacock. It didn't seem the time. V.E. Schwab

Everyone thinks I have a death wish, you know? But I don't want to die - dying is easy. No, I want to live, but getting close to death is the only way to feel alive. And once you do, it makes you realize that everything you were actually doing before wasn't actually living. It was just making do. Call me crazy, but I think we do the best living when the stakes are high. V.E. Schwab

Death comes for us all, Brother. You cannot hide from it forever. We will die one day, you and I." "And that doesn't frighten you?" Rhy shrugged. "Not nearly as much as the idea of wasting a perfectly good life in fear of it. V.E. Schwab

Lila! " he said cheerfully. "So you aren't a figment of my brothers imagination after all. V.E. Schwab

She used to think that if she stole enough, the want would fade, the hunger would go away, but maybe it wasn’t that simple. Maybe it wasn’t a matter of what she didn’t have, of what she wasn’t, but what she was. V.E. Schwab

Everyone's immortal until they're not. V.E. Schwab

We still have time, " Kell assured him, getting to his feet." How do you know?" asked Hastra. "We can't hear the bells down here, and there are no windows to gauge the light." "Magic, " Kell said, and then, when Hastra's eyes widened, he gestured to the hourglass sitting on the table with his other tools. "And that. V.E. Schwab

Because Rhy didn’t need his protection, not anymore, and he’d only told a partial truth when he said they both needed this. The whole truth was, Rhy needed it more. Because Kell had given him a gift he did not want, could never repay. He’d always envied his brother ’s strength. And now, in a horrible way, it was his. He was immortal. And he hated it. And he hated that he hated it. Hated that he’d become the thing he never wanted to be, a burden to his brother, a source of pain and suffering, a prison. Hated that if he’d had a choice, he would have said no. Hated that he was grateful he hadn’t had a choice, because he wanted to live, even if he didn’t deserve to. But most of all, Rhy hated the way his living changed how Kell lived, the way his brother moved through life as if it were suddenly fragile. The black stone, and whatever lived inside it, and for a time in Kell, had changed his brother, woken something restless, something reckless. Rhy wanted to shout, to shake Kell and tell him not to shy away from danger on his account, but charge toward it, even if it meant getting hurt. Because Rhy deserved that pain. He could see his brother suffocating beneath the weight of it. Of him. And he hated it. And this gesture–this foolish, mad, dangerous gesture–was the best he could do. The most he could do. V.E. Schwab

Lila cringed at the ghost of Barron's words, a memory with edges still too sharp to touch. V.E. Schwab

After all, if you run far enough, no one can catch you. V.E. Schwab

She sank her teeth into his bottom lip, drawing blood, and gave a wicked laugh, and still he kissed her. Not out of desperation or hope or for luck, but simply because he wanted to. Saints, he wanted to. He kissed her until the cold night fell away and his whole body sang with heat. He kissed her until the fire burned up the panic and the anger and the weight in his chest, until he could breathe again, and until they were both breathless. V.E. Schwab

A person chose their path. Or they made a new one. Victoria Schwab

Ah, there you are, Bard, ” came a familiar voice, and she turned to see Alucard striding over.“ Saints, is that a dress you’re in? The crew will never believe it.”“ You’ve got to be kidding me, ” growled Kell. V.E. Schwab