The Dragon Heir Quotes
"Fog clung to Booker Mountain like an old ragged coat."
"Carlene could do with a little worrying, if you ask me."
"You’re more grown up than your mama. You were born wise."
"It’s going to be a cold winter... More snow than we’ve had in a long time. A dying time."
"Beware the magical guilds," she whispered. "Especially wizards."
"But, remember this, Madison Moss: they have no power that you don’t give away."
"The wind shrieked down out of Scotland, over Solway Firth, and bullied its way between the peaks and fells of the Cumbrian lakes, driving snow before it."
"The massive crystalline stone gleamed like a sapphire against the flank of the mountain known as Ravenshead."
"Hastings was always on him about the smoking. But the risk seemed small compared to the danger he was in, here on the edge of the abyss."
"I promised I would to ease her passing, though I am dying myself. I have no love for this task."
"Perhaps chance will put it into the possession of one with the heart and desire to release its full power."
"The mountain groaned and shifted overhead. Although it was cool in the cave, Jason blotted sweat from his face with his sleeve."
"The scents of cinnamon and patchouli teased her nose as she stepped into the warm interior of Magic Hands."
"She was trying to keep too many worries at bay. It was like one of those games at the arcade where the alligators pop up and you slam them with a mallet before they can bite you."
"It’s not enough to do something. It’s important to do the right thing."
"I always know right where you are, remember?"
"I don’t know why we can’t still work together."
"Your work is Appalachian, but it doesn’t have a breath of folk art about it."
"Within her, she felt the hex magic uncoil and quest forward like a serpent."
"Voices whispered in her head, mingling and competing— pretty promises, endearments, enticements, curses, and warnings."
"Do not mess with magic. That’s not our business."
"But it seemed like magic never tired of messing with her."
"The next morning, Mercedes Foster sat back on her heels and studied the pentagrams she’d chalked onto the stone floor of the crypt."
"The wood was so impregnated with charms that it was impervious even to wizard flame."
"Madison felt the pressure of the judge’s gaze, but she looked down at her lap."
"Madison turned around and nearly ran into Brice Roper. "Hey, Madison, what’s up?" he said."
"Madison folded her arms and tapped her foot on the weathered wood floor. "I’ll bet they do.""
"Seph managed to sit up on his second try. He felt stiff from long immobility. "What’s up?""
""I can’t make sense of it," Rachel said. "I mean, her room is way up here on the third floor, so it doesn’t seem like a random break-in."
""You’re sure it’s not Jasper? I used to know a Jasper. Jasper DeVilliers. He was French, a bit underpowered, if you know what I mean, but quite the ladies’ man."
"She’s proud. The Roses have deep pockets. Any of our enemies could make her rich."
"Josh Hazelton’s revelations were fresh in her mind."
""So, um. Does Snowbeard know you’re asking me to do this?""
"I’m not here to hurt you." "I’m here to kill you."
"I assure you, you won’t feel a thing. I’m very good at what I do."
"I don’t use it all the time. Only when I’m on duty."
"It’s just business, you know. Nothing personal."
"I didn’t mean to intrude on your woodland rendezvous."
"He’s just a boy. Why is he handling security?"
"I said I’d do it. I’ll figure something out."
"Sometimes you have to go somewhere else to appreciate what we have here."
"If it was a matter of age, they’d have picked the oldest person."
"We all need to work together to restore order to the guilds."
"The need to restore peace has already brought former enemies together."
"We know that Haley broke into Raven’s Ghyll and stole some important magical artifacts."
"It was like she’d dropped a bomb in the middle of the table. Everyone sat frozen, studying each other."
"It’s the weapon of the age," Wylie snapped. "Incredibly powerful."
"Restore order," Nick said thoughtfully. "A tricky business, to be sure."
"Yeah, Jason thought. I’ll be playing the cadaver. One among many."
"Powerful sefas must be handled with delicacy and skill. Otherwise, it is riskier to use them than to let them be."
"Generous," Nick murmured. "Do you have any idea how to use the Dragonheart? Or will it be a stab in the dark?"
"The text provided detailed and explicit instructions."
"Give us the Dragonheart, and you will rule the guilds alongside us."
"What we’re saying is: if you attack the sanctuary, we will use the Dragonheart. It’ll be the last mistake you’ll ever make."
"She slept on a futon on the third floor, in the workroom with its racks of scrolls and bins of mysterious gunk and bottles of stinky potions."
"Every time she thought of Jason, it made her sick to her stomach, which meant she felt nauseous nearly all the time."
"It would be cool if we could just be together," he’d said, in a way that didn’t try to claim anything more from her than her company.
"What are you going to do about the Anaweir?" she found herself asking.
"To turn away from it was like walking away from the hearth and out into a winter’s cold."
"My dear, I assure you, if you are worrying about the Anaweir, you are doing it on your own."
"Falling in love was like falling off a cliff. It felt pretty much like flying until you hit the ground."
"As if her thoughts had called the devil, she heard a noise in the garage."
"Warren wasn’t the only one killing time on the wrong side of the wall."
"All right. You’re all business, huh? I need you to do something for me."
"The Dragonheart could be her ticket into their good graces."
"But she was strangely reluctant to leave, like those idiots who elect to ride out the hurricane in a trailer park."
"All the blood left her head and traveled wherever blood goes when you’ve had a shock."
"What are you going to do about me?" Leesha watched the old man, hoping he’d give away his intentions.
"The existence of the Dragonheart and its presence in the sanctuary is common knowledge, it seems."
"Once they lay siege to the city, it will be difficult to get out."
"It was ludicrous, the notion that they’d soon be under siege."
"So I said. Would you like to?" There was all knowledge, yet no hint of judgment, in the old man’s face.
"Why, my dear, I fell in love. One of your May–December affairs, my . . . fifteenth bride."
"In recent years, I’ve tried to remake the hierarchy of the guilds, but found I’d lost power over it."
"The Dragonheart is the Lady’s encoded memory. Both her essence and the source of power given up by the Lady to the Weirguilds."
"I wouldn’t have missed it," he added, his voice faint in the cavernous sanctuary.
"You know, to give you a head start with Ellen. Then I’ll come meet you," Seph said lightly.
"Madison, like it or not, you are, shall we say, the Dragon Heir."
"It was a mark of ill breeding for wizards to use such tactics against their fellow gifted."
"We propose a new Covenant of peace and forgiveness."
"We’ll strip you of magic and leave you Anaweir."
"You are now Anaweir. Your link to the Dragonheart is broken."
"You are a murderer, a slavemaster, a ruiner of lives."
"Everything had changed. She’d lost the raw craving in her belly."
"But what she liked most was tromping along Booker Creek with Seph McCauley."
"Around the world, the magical guilds celebrated—all the while knowing that fear of dragons can’t last forever."