Rowan Whitethorn Quotes Novels & Stories

A figure stepped from the shadows, Rowan. He looked pale in the starlight, the lingering effects of his injuries evident in the careful way he moved, but his eyes were clear and steady. “I couldn’t sleep,” he said quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Thought maybe talking would help.” Lyra exhaled and lowered her hand. “It usually does,” she said. “What’s on your mind?” Rowan gazed out over the camp, where small fires glowed like embers scattered across the snow. “This fight… it’s bigger than any of us imagined,” he said. “But you, you’re the spark that keeps us moving. Without you, we’d already be lost.”

“Why do you do it? Defend me, I mean. It can’t just be the council’s rules.” He looked at her—really looked, as if seeing her for the first time. “I know what it’s like to be surrounded by wolves with nothing but your own teeth. No one should stand alone, even if it’s all for show.” His answer was so honest, so unguarded, that Thalia couldn’t summon a retort. “Besides,” Rowan said quietly, “I’ve never seen anyone talk back to Bryndis and Osric and live. You’re either the bravest person I’ve met, or the dumbest.”

he gnarled. Rowan just laughed out the more and clicked his tongue, “Don’t be silly, don’t be stupid, even if you already are Aryan. Your men are just as dumb as you are, you’re not the dumbest person on earth though, so don’t be sad” Rowan replied. Aryan was fuming in anger. “Swears if I get hold of you Rowan, you would wish you never visited earth you bastard!” Aryan yelled out in pain. Pain. How would his men fail??

Every time Rowan spoke, he made so much sense like he had the world's highest IQ. “That’s why he wants you gone. He will never be happy until he has gotten you out of existence. Selling you off isn't enough. He will stop at nothing until you are dead.”Rowan added. “Because people still remember who you are and whenever you make a comeback, the people will support you.” Silence filled the room. I looked down at the bowl of herbs, my reflection shaking in it. “So what now?” I whispered. Rowan’s voice dropped. “I'll help you out by getting more information and gathering men.”

“About?” Rowan's jaw tightened. “I was asking Scarlett.” “Queen Scarlett.” “Jordan,” I warned. He looked at me. “I'm quiet.” “You are speaking.” “I can stop.” “Please do.” Rowan exhaled. “I only want a few minutes.” I studied his face. “Why?” “There are things I should have said a long time ago.” “Then perhaps you should have said them a long time ago.” His expression tightened. “Scarlett, please.”

White whispered, "You are Rose? You are the one who tried to destroy me? Why should I listen to you? You could be lying for all I know." Sudden silence fell all around them, accompanied with a stillness that seemed to frighten even the heartless White and the sisters. Then a sultry voice whispered, "Because I alone have the power to destroy you. Not Claire, Kathryn, or any of my sisters. I came to your grave to destroy you. If I truly wanted you dead, would you be alive?" That was a puzzle for them to fix.

Her hands lifted, trembling with raw energy she still didn’t fully understand. Rowan paced the perimeter of the circle, his broad chest bare, scars catching each flicker of firelight. He looked every part the warrior — restless, watchful, powerful. “Last time, you blasted the whole damn hollow,” he said, his voice a low scrape of heat. “Impressive, but useless if you can’t direct it.” His boots scraped against broken stone, echoing through the quiet ruin.

Rowan’s face was wholly pale, no color can be seen even from his once red lips. “I know!” He scolded himself, turning on his heel and running for the gilded fountain of Aurora, the Goddess of Wealth. The fountain glinted on their eyes as Rowan slammed his palms on the fountain’s brim. “I know I’m a failure. You don’t need to slap it right in my face!” Rowan’s cousin and Eliane looked at each other, both nudging to whom should give him a pat on the back. It was Eliane who reached for a comforting touch.

Bad thing I don’t like you,,” Rowan said and stood up ” You can stay here by yourself,,am leaving ” he said ” Am not surprised you got rejected,,,you are just too dumb ” ” Don’t you dare say that to me ,,do you get that?? ” he half yelled ” I don’t care,,you can’t do anything to me. ” she winked and walked out of the Library Rowan sighed and sat down,,maybe Vanessa is right?? He’s just too dumb,, he’s really dumb. *************** ” I just heard the visitation got cancelled ” Sharon said sitting down with others

"He’s popular and charming—and knows exactly how to get what he wants. Do you really think you’re different from the girls who throw themselves at him?" I froze, feeling the weight of his words hit me more than I wanted. "He’s not like that," I said finally, though my voice came out much smaller than I hoped. Rowan let out a low, humorless laugh. "Sure he’s not. Keep telling yourself that." He took another step closer, lowering his voice. "Do yourself a favor, Atlas. Get your head out of the clouds before you embarrass yourself. Frank Carrington would never go for someone like you."