Firefly Malcolm Reynolds Quotes Novels & Stories

Ethan said honestly, speaking, and Malcolm sighed. "I am not the bad guy, Alpha McCloud. I am just an Alpha doing what he can to secure the lives of his people," He explained to Ethan. "Trying to rip us off was a destitute and dubious way of rendering your service to your people, don't you agree?" Ethan said, making fun of Malcolm using 'destitute' instead of 'very poor'. Malcolm laughed because he got the joke, and Ethan realised he should ease up on the guy because it seemed he meant well.

He used to spy on other members for him. "Edgar?" Malcolm's voice oozed as the call got connected. "I am always in safe hands with you. How come you didn't want me about this?" Edgar complained. "Could you use words that are clearer and more straightforward?" Malcolm seemed not to be understanding. "You are my eyes and my ears when I have turned my back and moved far away. But it seems my ear are now deaf and my eyes have gone blind. Malcolm, what is wrong?" he relayed.

My voice drops into icy finality, as I dead pan. He recoils as though slapped, disbelief and humiliation flashing across his face. “No? Did you just say no? You greedy little s—” My eyes sharpen, flashing dangerously. “I wouldn’t complete that statement if I were you, Mr. Malcolm. Trust me.” My voice is low but lethal, crackling with barely suppressed fury. His mouth snaps shut, likely realizing he’s standing on dangerous ground. Maybe it’s the authority in my voice or the fire flashing in my eyes. Either way, he knows he’s already lost.

After a while, I finally mutter, “Thanks.” “For?” I lift a shoulder. “This. Taking me out. Making me feel like a person again, I guess.” Jace leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. “You are a person, Firefly.” His eyes hold mine, dark and steady. “You just have to remember that.” I don’t know how to respond to that, so I don’t. I just keep eating, letting his words settle somewhere deep inside me, hoping, praying, that one day, I’ll believe them.

"We don’t fight the dark. We echo the light." Raven raised her glass. "To the only firewall that matters: community." Elise added, "To the stories that wouldn’t stay quiet." Sophia looked up at the flickering lights drifting skyward. "And to every echo," she said, "that dares to become a flame."

“It’s your fact.” She elbowed him in the ribs. “Which half do you fall in?” “What?” he objected. “You think I started fires as a kid?” She laughed. “Did you?” “I can’t believe you’re asking.” “You’re not answering. What did you like to burn?” “Come on, Malloy, I didn’t burn anything.” His gaze darted around to make sure no one was listening, then over to that same fireman again. “Much.” “Aha. I knew it. What kind of fires did you start?”

“I was busy thinking about failing and dying and cursing you in my grave.” He went back to laughing again. And instantly I became more disgusted than I already was. “Your thoughts are not what we need for this mission now. Come on, free yourself from such imagination.” He hung his hand around my neck and we began to leave the tent. Malcolm was the most cheerful fellow you would ever know. There was never a red flag on him. He was perfectly fine in the eye but not in the mind. He killed on the spot, laughed at olives, and killed children. If not for the fact that we had known for a while, when we were still close friends, that black magic damaged a wolf, he would have resorted to that too.

“It means it is working.” She came to stand beside me, her gaze following mine like she had a lot to say. For a long moment, she said nothing. Then she sighed. “That is not victory,” she said. “That is a funeral pyre.” I laughed softly. “For Malcolm’s pride, perhaps.” She turned to face me fully. “Do you hear yourself?” “I hear the truth,” I answered. “Malcolm is burning his own territory because he cannot think straight. Davina is following him into it because she has no choice. I have shaken their world.”

Khai said sarcastically. “I mean it. Years in the darkness of that bunker, no sunlight or moonlight…” Malcolm began speaking and gradually became more remorseful as he continued. “I was at my weakest and I thought everything through. Nothing was worth losing dad. I wasn’t thinking straight, I was young and stupid. Full of pride and thirst for power – I thought it would all be worth it but all I did was tear our family apart.”

RHONDA “Theodore, do not go down this hole with me....” Theodore interrupted me, “else what?” Malcolm snatched the phone from my hand and groaned into it, “pray. Pray I never set my eyes on you again, else you will regret your entire existence. I will tear you apart from inside out. Of that, I promise you!” Veins popped on Malcolm’s neck and forehead, evidence that he wasn’t bluffing. If he mistakenly set his eyes on Theodore, he wouldn’t let go.