Top 350 Alix E. Harrow Quotes (2026 Update)
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251. “Word-magic comes at a cost, you see, as power always does. Words draw their vitality from their writers, and thus the strength of a word is limited by the strength of its human vessel. Acts of word-magic leave their workers ill and drained, and the more ambitious the working – the more it defies the warp and weft of the world as it is – the higher the toll.”

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252. “Their teachers were desperate need and decades of rage; the hoarded words of their mothers and grandmothers; one another.”

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253. “We’ll talk when I return.”

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254. “But even I must admit that love is not always graceful.”

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255. “She knew me then, at the beginning of ourselves, and she knew me now, here at the end, when she did not even know herself.”

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256. “Do you truly mean to die, just so the King can hang a new map behind his throne?”

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257. “But it was borrowed privilege and I knew it.”

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258. “A witch is just a woman who wants too much.”

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259. “I’m sure you may bring whatever you please, Mr. Lee, so long as you bring magic also.”

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260. “She stares down into a small, furrowed face, faintly imperious, like a tiny deity who hasn’t seen much of the world yet but is already unimpressed.”

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261. “Doors introduce change. And from change come all things: revolution, resistance, empowerment, upheaval, invention, collapse, reformation – all the most vital components of human history, in short.”

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262. “And you understood, finally, that there had never truly been a she or a you but only a terrible, lonely I.”

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263. “So the knight and the demon walked the world, never together, never apart, waiting for the day one of them would cease to be what they were.”

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264. “I think they stole the words and ways from us, and left us nothing but our wills.”

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265. “The rules aren’t written down anywhere, but the important ones rarely are.”

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266. “They averted their eyes from evil, and in doing so, became complicit in it.”

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267. “Because no throne is held easily, or for long; because a nation is a story we tell about ourselves, and stories change, if you let them. Because where there is power, someone will oppose it.”

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268. “It felt like donning a suit of armor or sprouting wings, extending past the boundaries of myself; it felt an awful lot like love.”

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269. “She thinks how very tiresome it is to love and be loved. She can’t even risk her life properly, because it no longer belongs solely to her.”

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270. “You can tell the wickedness of a witch by the wickedness of her ways.”

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271. “You know that history is mostly happenstance. Accidents piled on top of mistakes, a series of dice rolled in dim rooms by careless hands. It is not a lesson, until we learn it. It is not a story, until we tell it. And every story serves someone.”

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272. “Who knew writing a story would be so much work? I have a newfound respect for all those maligned dime novelists and romance writers.”

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273. “Men like myself cannot see anything beyond our own pain; our eyes are inward-facing, mesmerized by the sight of our own broken hearts.”

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274. “It occurred to me that dogs are probably never lost in the in-between, because they always know precisely where they are going.”

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275. “Chosen? If you three were chosen, it was by circumstance. By your own need. That’s all magic is, really: the space between what you have and what you need.”

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276. “The air smells green and secret, surprising Beatrice with a rare pang of homesickness for Crow County; she supposes a person doesn’t have to love their home in order to miss it.”

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277. “Agnes interrupts her on the grounds that it’s boring and no one cares.”

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278. “No scholar, no matter how clever or meticulous, can map smoke and myth onto the page.”

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279. “It occurs to me, looking at those eyes, chips of cold limestone, that the Starlings probably had it right. That the only name worth having is the one you choose.”

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280. “Or perhaps for all of them: for the little girls thrown in cellars and the grown women sent to workhouses, the mothers who shouldn’t have died and the witches who shouldn’t have burned. For all the women punished merely for wanting what they shouldn’t.”

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281. “Their love has hung above me like the sun, a burning brightness I could survive only if I never looked straight at it, never flew too close.”

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282. “But I remind you that he was merely a man. Whereas we” – she looks over her spectacles at Agnes and gives her a very small smile – “are witches.”

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283. “Being a perfectly unique specimen is lonely, as it turns out.”

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284. “Was that not how you loved someone? By hammering your body into whatever shape they liked best, and handing yourself to them like a hilt?”

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285. “It occurs to me that I was right: dreams are just like stray cats. If you don’t feed them they get lean and clever and sharp-clawed, and come for the jugular when you least expect it.”

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286. “Books and tales are as close as she can come to a place where magic is still real, where women and their words have power.”

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287. “The wind rises. It rushes through the square, midnight-cool and mischievous, fluttering the pages of Miss Cady Stone’s notes. It smells wild and sweet, half-familiar, like Mama Mags’s house on the solstice. Like earth and char and old magic. Like the small, feral roses that bloomed in the deep woods.”

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288. “I’ve gone hungry too many times not to recognize a starving man when he kneels in the dirt before me.”

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289. “It was a bright spring morning, full of promise. Most travelers are familiar with this kind of weather- when the wind blows westward and warm but the ground still chills the soles of your feet, when the tree buds have begun to unfurl and scent the air with secret springtime madness- and they know those days are made for leaving.”

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290. “Wickedness was like beauty: in the eye of the beholder.”

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291. “You’re here because you want more for yourselves, better for your daughters. Because it’s easy to ignore a woman.” Juniper’s lips twist in a feral smile. “But a hell of a lot harder to ignore a witch.”

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292. “I’m not asking for your outrage or your concern or your advice. I’m asking for your help.”

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293. “I will not be your leash, my love’. Ade looked at him then, with a soaring expression so full of love that Yule Ian knew he had done something not merely kind but utterly vital.”

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294. “Starling House was no longer just a house. What had begun as stone and mortar had become something more, with ribs for rafters and stone for skin. It has no heart, but it feels; it has no brain, but it dreams.”

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295. “To every child who needs a way into Underland. Befriend the Beasts, children, and follow them down.”

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296. “His expression made me think of old-timey illustrations of god: severely paternal, bestowing the kind of love that weighs and measures before it find you worthy.”

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297. “All of them stepped out of their own narratives to save someone else.”

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298. “It’s one of those respectable, pocketless affairs that obliges ladies to carry stupid little handbags, so Juniper can’t take so much as a melted candle-stub or a single snake tooth with her. Bella informs her that this is the precise reason why women’s dresses no longer have pockets, to show they bear no witch-ways or ill intentions, and Juniper responds that she has both, thank you very damn much.”

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299. “When you save someone, sometimes they save you right back.”

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300. “I thought, despairingly, that love didn’t make cowards of us, after all; it made heroes, and heroes usually didn’t survive.”

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