The Scribemaster Chronicles Quotes

“Facing the consequences of one’s actions is difficult at the best of times. Facing the consequences of the actions of others is an unfortunate side effect to life, vastly indefensible, but it happens all too often nonetheless.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“Hey! I’m going nowhere, and you can’t make me!” “Why did you have to say something like that?” She suspected that Kino's exasperation was fake. He was far too happy about—everything. “I'll just have to carry you, then.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“WHOA—WAIT!” Harper begged. “What the fuck is going on, Harps?” Reef lay there, giving Aya his best look of seething fury. “You know this person?” Kino asked. “Yeah. He's my friend. Can you… erm, not kill him please, Mr Aya?”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“I’m wounded, Tiger. You don't believe me? And I thought you loved me.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“Sorry. I hijacked your dog.” “It appears he thought you needed him more than he needed to chase seagulls.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“If you have girl troubles—” “I have no such thing!” Tiris snapped a little too quickly. “Whatever you say, Boss. Don't forget, I saw you two kissing.” Kino sighed wistfully. “Man, was that hot.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“Your hypocritic oath is a real pain in the tail sometimes, Doc.” “Hippocratic, Kino. Please stop referring to it as otherwise. It’s been decades, and the joke isn’t funny.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“One day Tiris would catch Kino merrily skipping along, having stirred up mischief somewhere. So far, no one had ever caught sight of it, but they all sensed that the skipping occurred.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“Don't you get sick of winning?” Wes fiddled with his tie, a sign he was seriously stuck. “I could ask the same of you and your losing streak.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“Wes had been so absorbed in the game that he forgot a very important fact: Harper and Tiris were yet to be properly introduced – not that it mattered now. “What the bloody—” Her gaze fell from Tiris' stunned face to Tenko at his heel and back again. “I… but. Red?” She began to back away, startled and understandably confused. Tiris quirked a brow for a second, immeasurably touched by the sweet and very personal name Harper had gifted him, then turned to his assistants.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“While in my presence, you will refrain from using such words. You are a woman of intelligence with a vast vocabulary. Use it. Without cursing.” “But cursing is way more fun.” She blinked innocently. The need to mess with him was a deliciously overwhelming urge almost as great as those other urges. She was annoyed at him and herself. “It’s just so fucking great!”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“The name. Verglas.” He sighed, irritated. “My name is Aya Verglas. Call me Aya, or call me Mr Verglas. Even Verglas, if you must. Mr Aya makes my skin crawl.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“Only Lord Inari can tell us apart unless we deliberately intend people to know. How do you know I'm Enzo, not Ezra?” “Uh, I dunno. You were introduced as Enzo, and I remembered.” She was always going to mentally call them the porcelain dolls because of that enviable skin she noticed the first time they met. “Our own mother mixes us up!” He hissed coldly. Harper straightened her shoulders. The need to snap back threw her manners to the wind. “Oi, no need to get pissy with me, mate. All I did was get your name right!”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“I'm Kino. You've fallen for me, haven't you?!” He winked again. Yeah, maybe a little. She sighed.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“You're a wonderful woman, Harper. Try not to allow the pain in your heart to hinder living the full life you're owed. I’m not suggesting you take unnecessary risks, but I advise you to let yourself enjoy what you love. Those who left us behind would never wish to hold us back.” “I’m just working on surviving right now.” And trying not to think about how much she missed her mum.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“Whoa! At least let me leave first!” “But then you couldn’t witness my epic state of sexiness.” Shirtless, Kino flashed another of those killer grins to double up the impact. Had she ever seen so many muscles on one torso? He carried it all so well. What's worse, he was far from a meathead, adding to the overall attraction. “I knew she wouldn’t be able to resist. Look, she's drooling.” “Am not!” Her hand flew to her mouth. “You had to check, though.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“Why are you here?!” Aya snapped, and the giant hound growled ominously in reply. “Don't be so mean to him. He's just a baby!” Finally! Someone she liked and who seemed to like her back. She dropped to her knees, squishing Tenko's face between her palms and snuggling him without fear. “Just a ba… Are you insane?” Rushton gasped.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“Her blue eyes were lovely, but her true eyes were so stunning when unmasked. Since crossing paths again, Tiris longed to see them like the night they first met. For whatever reason, she hid her true self from the world, and he would respect that until she was ready. After all, he had a fairly sizeable disguise of his own.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“Look at all this hair!” She sighed, touching the silvery strands. “I can’t believe what I’m seeing. You're so beautiful.” “Thanks.” He grinned. “I knew you’d fall for me eventually.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“I suppose. They call me ‘The Sword Arm of the Prime’, but I wouldn’t put much store in such things. They also call me a whore and a murderer… and once, once I was called ugly.” He hissed it like the word could ever be true. Beauty wasn’t everything, but whoever said that to him was obviously angry at the mischievous guy for something. It was so far from the truth it was a sin.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“It is often said that we are drawn to our missing pieces. Those with a purpose in your destiny will cross your path countless times until that road has been walked. I could no longer ignore the signs.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“I know the secrets you hide behind those pretty blue lenses, and one day you will trust enough to reveal yourself to me fully.” “Why would you want to…?” Her voice trailed lazily while his lips brushed her skin. “So, you can be accepted and free.” It had to be difficult for him to say, but hearing his honest expression left her winded and tearful.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“Red!” Harper found his smile. “Oh, my God! The piano!” “Be calm.” Easy for you to say. “You have to get an exterminator. The piano’s infested!” She clung to his hair as there were no robes to grab. Why was he half-naked? “You have one of those bin-diving junk monkeys in there. You'll never get rid of it if you don't catch it now!”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“Hey, Red?” she whispered, though she suspected the angry guy could hear, his scowl intensified when she called the Prime by a pet name. “Who’s that?” “This is Maldor. Or better known as the 'Bin-diving junk monkey', was it?!” “With respect, Your Grace, the laughing is just as insulting as the nickname.” Maldor sighed.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“Yeah, you repulse me. Take it off. All of it!” She laughed until his hands went to the tie that held his trousers closed. “Whoa, no! I was kidding. Bloody Hell, you don't do well with humour, do you?”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“Among the diverse array of what humans assume to be mythical creatures, there was the Cynergian fox; kitsune; dragon-fox; kumiho and so forth. But however people wished to identify them, they were, at the heart of it, a fox.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“Hey, Tenko. Do you ever get the feeling that things will always be out of your control?" She crouched a little, leaning into him. “Lately, no matter what I do, it's wrong. However hard I try, and whatever I focus on, it all comes to some unfortunate and catastrophic end. Since Mum died, I can't get my act together. I know it's my fault, I'm not so naive as to blame everything on the world, but occasionally it feels like something is out to get me.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“Don't freak out." Telling herself such things did absolutely nothing to action it. Inside, she was screaming, and it probably showed on her face. (…)"Normal. I can do normal." She couldn't. She had never been able to do normal - or coordinated.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“(…) she needed rest, but if only it was that simple. Every time she closed her eyes, she was plagued with things she wished would fall into the abyss with her other memories”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“Harper looked up, and aquamarine eyes held her gaze in the mirror. He stepped closer, pressing his body to her back; his measured calm was nowhere to be found. Those eyes were full of fire, staring directly into her soul.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles