Blood Meridian War Quote Novels & Stories

He countered with a calm voice. I bit down hard, feeling the ache in my jaw while my throat tightened with tension. “How can you not have a memorial for the people who lost their lives.” I fired back, enmity searing my insides. He pushed to his feet, dropping the pen slowly. There was no haste, controlled motions while I stared into his eyes that were void of any emotion. “They were aware that this war will require sacrifices, our victory is their memorial and celebration.” He retorted sharply. “I didn’t realize you were this soft, Bellatrix.” He sneered, disgust rolling off his tongue.

Right afterwards I conjured up a drink that would kill everyone if he was lying. "If you are lying everyone here will die." I said causing a few Gods to pale as I drank it. "You didn't even wait for it to work." Tod screeched out. "Ooops." I said nonchalantly. Zavier actually laughed. "What did I tell you Meridith. You kept saying it didn't need to be instant. We would all be dead if we listened to you." Zavier gloated arrogantly. I looked over at Meridith who was clearly pale. I'm guessing she wanted to rush it. Lucky them.

“What the hell was that?” I looked at the blood on my hands, the power humming in my bones. And I whispered, “War.” —

) “Many Mer have lost loved ones due to humans. I am sorry that your loss was at our hands. We do not take life lightly, and we do not do it without reason.” “That was an accident,” she said. “The attack on Trayrock was a deliberate act of war.” “Humans have so many, many accidents,” he took another bulb of water. “At the expense of others. If we counted the lives lost and injuries caused by humans to Mer, against the lives lost and injuries to humans due to this war, the Mer would be the most wounded party. Why have you come here?” He asked, changing the subject. “To ask me to spare Havermouth?”

“My lord… the oil reserves—” “Use them,” Malrec snapped. “Burn the wards that cheer her name. If she wishes to be their savior, let her choke on the ashes of their love.” He smiled, thin and cruel. “This is not a raid. This is war.”

"That bravery lives in you. In your blood. In your bones. Use it." "What if I fail?" "Then you get back up and try again. That's what warriors do. They fall. They bleed. They lose. But they never quit." His eyes held hers. "Promise me you'll never quit." "I promise." "Good." He smiled. "Now wake up. You must prevail in this war. Aria woke up with steel in her spine and tears on her cheeks. Tomorrow, James faced justice. Tomorrow, she told the truth. Marcus Chen's murder was eventually heard in court tomorrow.

Maera (reciting slowly): “When a Queen bleeds flame, the dead shall stir. The wolves who lost their names shall howl again. And the tide shall shift not with the sword, but sorrow. Her tears will awaken what time buried.” Xavier (frowning): “That’s not just about bloodlines. That’s… ancestral.” Maera: “Yes. The Flamebloods aren’t just rulers. They are memory. You are walking archives.” Ceres (eyes widening): “And I’ve just triggered a recall.”

“Listen to me, okay? What happened back then, whatever you remember or think you remember, none of it was your fault. You were a little kid. You didn’t do anything wrong.” “But Miles—” “Miles made a mistake,” I say carefully. “A really big mistake. But that was his mistake, not yours. Not mine. Not Mara’s. His.” Jonah looks down at his drawing again, his finger still tracing those dark lines. “Do you think about it a lot?” I ask gently. Another shrug.

It proved that Lucian’s sovereign sight is completely blind to our presence. The wolf survived because the blue-eyed warlord unleashed his old berserker rage, the Ancient noted, a low, guttural hiss of frustration vibrating deep in their shared throat. He passed his blood into her. They are bound now. The golden wolf and the vanguard leader are a single lifeforce.

The city blurred past the window, lights and shadows and people who had no idea about the war being fought in their streets, and I thought about my brother, about my grandfather, about everyone who had died because they had tried to fight the Circle and lost. I wasn't going to lose. I couldn't. "I can't stay out of this," I said, and my voice was soft for the first time in weeks. "This is my fight, It's always been my fight and I'm going to win it, with or without you." Merald stared at me for a long moment, his eyes filled with tears, and I saw the moment he accepted that I wasn't going to change my mind. "Then I'm with you," he said, "Whatever you need, wherever you go, I'm with you."