Extraits

Face them all like a warrior, whether you are one or not.

Stillness was a kind of violence in the hands of people who played at handing out pain.

Ruthlessness is not power. Tyranny is not strength.

“Did Brother Thistle train you in the most effective methods of communicating with me?"

His head lifted and his lips curved. “He may have given me some advice.”

“And you took it?” My brows rose.

“I’m experimenting with it. If it doesn’t work, I’ll go back to my tried and true method.”

“By which you mean threats and orders.”

His smile widened.”

“If we all had names to suit us, you’d be called Thorn in My Backside. Or Plague of the Gods.”I prickled at his scathing tone. “And you’d be Miserable Blockhead.”“Is that the best you can do?”“Give me time. I’m half frozen.” <..> “Perhaps your name should be Icy Tyrant. No, wait. Frigid Despot.”

“Once again, all doubt, all sense of right and wrong, faded. There was only the target, his darkly beating heart, and my fire. There was no fear, no anger, no shame, no regret. Just power, surging through me, filling me. It felt as if my breath sucked the very air from the heavens, and my rage burned the sun to ash. I was everything and nothing, and no one could stop me. I was darkness wreathed in flesh.”

-Vous savez je vous apprécie beaucoup, Frère Chardon. Mais si vous indiquez que je suis cette enfant de lumière, je dois vous dire franchement que vous perdez le boule.

Il n'est pas le roi le plus puissant de notre histoire, rétorqua Arcus. La brutalité n'est pas le pouvoir. La tyrannie n'est pas la force.

"You speak as if I’m as heavy as an ox," I said. "Last week I was a bundle of sticks."

"You’re still too thin."

"Perhaps if I gain some weight, you won’t call me a stick anymore."

"You may hope to one day be a branch."

I glanced at him sharply, unable to repress a little flutter of delight that he was bothering to joke with me.

"A log, even," I suggested.

“Doubtful,” he said wryly.

"If we all had names to suit us, you’d be called Thorn in My Backside. Or Plague of the Gods.”

I prickled at his scathing tone. “And you’d be Miserable Blockhead.”

“Is that the best you can do?”

"Give me time. I’m half frozen."