Quotes About Ice And Fire Novels & Stories

"Right now." Ivy leaned her head back against his shoulder, her eyes fixed on the flames. "I’m thinking about the way the fire consumes the wood. It doesn't ask for permission. It doesn't care about the history of the tree. It just... takes. And when it’s done, there’s nothing left but ash. Is that our legacy, Dante? To burn until there’s nothing left to feel?" Dante’s hand slid into her hair, his fingers tangling in the dark waves, tilting her head back so she had to look at him. The firelight danced in his eyes, making him look like the devil he was.

“Wasn’t his attribute ice? Since when did he learn fire techniques?” It was simply unbelievable. Fire and ice were complete opposites. Usually, if a person were trained with one, they wouldn’t be able to learn the other attribute. Alex’s ice attacks were deadly; thus it was very surprising that his fire attacks were equally powerful. A fire lotus suddenly draped his enemies, catching them off guard. Boom! It exploded among members of the Snow Dragon Valley.

By the big fire, the elders shared tales of Flame-Lore. Raea, the Fire Seer, spoke softly: “Long ago, a kingdom of ice-weavers rose in the north. Their walls grew higher, their hearts turned cold. We came and burned the walls, and provided warmth, heat. The fire we sparked cleansed, not consumed.” Naia, seated near the waterfall mosaic, tapped her chalice and added, “And water soothed their wounds.” Aglaya leaned in. “Thalia: Fire is not anger. It is light. Let it reveal what hides in shadows.”

He took another deep breath and crossed to the center of the courtyard. Oliver stopped and studied the words which had been engraved into the polished black marble. They were meant to inspire others to greatness and to give hope, just as the fire of Prometheus was. But though fire can provide warmth and illumination, it could also bring about death and destruction and chaos. It was only in the choice of the beholder as to which outcome would be determined. He reached into the depths of his soul, commanding his body, mind, and spirit to align so that he would be able to control the ancient, powerful flames. Then, he stretched out his hand into the void and called forth the first fire of human

I’m your ice and you, my fire You light me up Give my heart the heat it desires Your love is red hot But don’t worry Blue and white are my favorite colors We match perfectly baby Heat me up and light my cold gloominess Though people say you’ll melt me I say some people are worth melting for Fire and ice ‘Baby,’ he said, cupping my face in his soft palms, ‘this is beautiful but, girl, I must warn you, I’m not a fan of poetry, I prefer prose. So, don’t be offended if I don’t share this interest with you. Just know that I think it’s a beautiful piece dear even though it is not the best thing to me.’

“Enjoy it while it is hot.” I stiffened, but kept my eyes on her, waiting for her to finish what she wanted to saw. “There’s a little thing about moths,” she continued calmly, almost indulgently. “They’re always drawn to the brightest fire. They always believe that it is going to save them. It is seen as stupid and foolish, but there is no one to actually stop them. If there was, they wouldn’t be as foolish as to try and burn themselves alive.” Her lips curved faintly. “But they always burn once it grows too bright. Just like you will.”

“Enjoy it while it is hot.” I stiffened, but kept my eyes on her, waiting for her to finish what she wanted to saw. “There’s a little thing about moths,” she continued calmly, almost indulgently. “They’re always drawn to the brightest fire. They always believe that it is going to save them. It is seen as stupid and foolish, but there is no one to actually stop them. If there was, they wouldn’t be as foolish as to try and burn themselves alive.” Her lips curved faintly. “But they always burn once it grows too bright. Just like you will.”

"I promise you... With arms extended on the back of the sofa, her brown gaze fixed on the fire that didn't fade from the fireplace. That fire, that burning fire of the fireplace brought back memories. The height of its blaze. Its colors. That icy blue combined with red, it was so identical to that fire. To the fire of hell itself. To the hell that hasn't entered in a long time, knows nothing. It has no idea what will happen down there. Or maybe it does.

It's a breathtaking sight, one that fills me with awe. As I watch in amazement, Loic enjoys my awed reactions, a smile playing on his lips. The fire engulfs his arm, a shimmering veil of warmth and light, and my concern bursts out. "Loic, be careful! The fire...it could hurt you!" He chuckles softly, his voice filled with reassurance. "Don't worry, Isa. Fire cannot harm me, I was born from the flames." With a wave of his hand, the flames dissipate, leaving his arm unscathed without a single blemish.

The water underneath the ice-covered surface was bubbling as if it was the sound of water in a pan at a boiling point. Water was trying to cool off all the werewolves that were being burned by Coal’s power. Burying each one of them under the ice-covered surface deep into the shallow water. Glass floors of ice that were impossible to penetrate covered the werewolves burning under. An endless spark of ice grew out of everywhere. A huge glow of fire was visible to all the people above the ice's surface. That appeared beyond the ice. This made Luciano smile as he spoke to Water in the same creepy, ominous, chilling tone.