One For My Enemy Quotes
"The Fedorov sons had a habit of standing like the points of an isosceles triangle."
"Dimitri Fedorov fixed his gaze on the enemy and let the world carry on at his back."
"Roman had a spine like lightning, footfall like thunder."
"Lev was in constant motion, a tide that pulsed and waned."
"Lev had a keen sense of danger, and he was certain it had just walked in the room."
"The line of Dimitri’s neck was steady and unflinching, having never possessed a reason to turn warily over his shoulder."
"None who wished to live a long life, that was for certain."
"It was enough to make a man step back in hesitation, in disquietude, in fear."
"Even now, standing behind Dimitri, his fingers curled and uncurled reflexively at his sides."
"His thumb beating percussively against his thigh."
"Dimitri, meanwhile, took the seat opposite her on the leather sofa."
"She removed her coat in yet another episode of deliberation."
"Marya Antonova, whom none of the Fedorov brothers had seen since Lev was a child."
"A new product, Marya said, as Dimitri slid open the thick parchment."
"You see this? Koschei asked his second son in his quiet voice."
"They’re very clever, and very well-concealed."
"You’re in need of a husband, and I’m in need of a wife."
"Marya Antonova was sixteen years old when she was given in marriage."
"I know what you did, Lazar Fedorov said to her."
"If they cross us again, I won’t leave a body behind this time."
"Nothing will happen to her, Masha, if you do not let it."
"Our brother is lying in a bed half-dead because of Yaga and her daughters."
"Marya knew Masha filled the holes in her heart with her sisters."
"You can have the next one, and all the ones after that, but this baby is mine."
"Terrible customer service," Lev noted, pointedly giving her a look.
"It’s designed for relaxation," she told him. "Also gives you a little bit of a buzz."
"You’re nothing until somebody wants you dead."
"I just sort of wondered what makes a bunch of witches decide to invest in a skincare line."
"What? I told her the glittery stuff looked nice," Lev protested.
"If you can check your secrets at the door, then I can do the same."
"You’d have all the answers you needed, and a few that you’d wish to take back."
"You’re always watching," she’d whispered to Dimitri.
"You’re my brother, and that’s the worst part."
"Write me a tragedy, Lev Fedorov," she whispered to him.
"This is not your business, Stas," Yaga told him.
"She loved me," he said again, "and I know you wouldn’t cheapen our life together simply because you are suffering, Yaga."
"Only Stas had possessed the fortune of loving the woman herself, and only he knew what torment it was to truly lose her."
"Your duty is to Sasha," Yaga reminded him. "That’s what you can do for me, and for her, and nothing else."
"If your love is dead along with my daughter, Stas, then bury it," Yaga suggested.
"Stop." He kissed her arm, luring her back towards him. "Stay."
"I’m not trying to help," Lev assured her, pulling her back into his arms. "I’m trying to keep you in my bed."
"The game is changing, Lev," Roman said, and then slammed a fist against the door.
"I’ve cared for you, Levka. I’ve protected you, your entire life. I’ve never wronged you," Roman protested.
"What does it mean to be a Fedorov son if we destroy ourselves in the process?"
"I’ve seen your dick before, Lev, and I have no interest in it. We need to discuss the plan for tonight now, before Dima tries to interfere—"
"Deal," she confirmed, closing her hand around Bryn’s and binding his word to hers.
"I have nothing to gain by standing against my father," he warned.
"What’s his is yours, isn’t it? Marked out for you, the heir to the throne."
"I also happen to know your father is in an ideal place to be taken down a peg."
"These are crumbs, then," Dimitri said. "Meager offerings."
"I’m not totally selfless, of course," Bryn permitted.
"But I’m not useful to you. Not if I stay loyal to my father."
"You’re an Antonova," Marya reminded her. "You and I, we’re not just one of many."
"The only way to win anything is to have it all," Marya reminded her.
"I don’t want to be wise," Sasha said. "I want to win."
"We should get started then, Masha," Sasha said, turning to smile grimly at her sister.
"You owe Koschei a favor," Dimitri said, "and therefore you owe me, as well."
"If they ruin Dima, they as good as ruin me," Koschei said.
"No snappy comebacks?" she asked. "Disappointing. And here my expectations were so high."
"How does anyone find Marya Antonova?" Bryn replied, shrugging.
"I know you can’t do what you do. Nobody can be Mama’s lieutenant but you."
"Sasha, you are not incomplete because a piece of your heart is gone."
"Just looking for my Princess Marya, I suppose."
"To be the one to make a decision is to hold power in your hands."
"I wonder, how should I spend the rest of my day, hm?"
"You think it was nothing? You think my silence, my subservience, came at no considerable cost?"
"No sliver of Roman’s sanity would repair the gaping holes in her heart; no weary sigh from Koschei would return the air to her lungs."
"Because you are more like me than anyone, Marya Antonova."
"You know how in fairy tales, in stories, you never quite understand why a villain is a villain?"
"Sometimes an end is just a cleverly disguised beginning."
"Death is so easy, isn't it? Hardly anything at all, compared with other things—like the necessity of choices."
"I always knew you would be the death of me, Dima."
"It's a good plan, you know. With Koschei gone and you installed in the Boroughs, my family can be safe."
"This world, Sasha, it will never apologize to you."
"It doesn’t serve either of us well to behave any differently, I expect."
"Do not look for it. I am gone now and so is Koschei, so let this be the end."