Top 200 Callie Hart Quotes (2026 Update)
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151. “I had spent the past hour painstakingly engraving words down the very center of the blade. Words that would hopefully bode well for both the weapon and the warrior who bore it, and badly for those who found themselves at its sharp end. By righteous hands, deliverance of the unrighteous dead.”

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152. “You asked for this. When you’re sore from coming so hard and you can’t recall your own name, remember that, Little Osha.”

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153. “Funny how your own impending demise will rob a girl of her desire to take in the scenery.”

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154. “We are nothing alike,” he said quietly. “You nearly died from a scratch that would have been a mild irritation to me. You are soft. You are fragile. You are vulnerable. You are a newborn fawn, stumbling around in the dark, surrounded by predators with very sharp teeth. I am the thing that exists on the other side of the dark. I’m the thing that puts the fear of the gods into the monsters who would eat you bones and all.”

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155. “This was the kiss to end all kisses. Demanding, urgent, and carnal.”

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156. “It’s Saeris. My name. Call me that or nothing at all.” He cast an amused look over his shoulder, his lips parted a fraction, exposing the briefest glimpse of teeth. “Nothing at all? I like the sound of that. Come here and look at this, Nothing At All.”

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157. “Because I’m magic.” “What about you is magic?” “Everything,” he said, entering the room. “My looks. My sword skills. My personality – ” “Your personality is trash.”

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158. “Eyes were not that color. I’d never seen that shade of green before – a jade so bright and vibrant that it didn’t look real.”

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159. “Please, for the love of the gods, don’t say anything. Just let me have my fantasy. Just for tonight.”

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160. “There’s something... between us. You know there is.”

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161. “The truth is that she’s way more than a friend to me and the both of us know it. Knowing something and being ready to own it are very different things, though.”

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162. “I’ve never been one to trust in the gods, but I choose to believe that all things come from the same place when life begins. I have hope that they return to the same place when it ends. I’ll be waiting for you there, Saeris Fane.”

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163. “Are you going to tell me about my parents, or are you going to start undressing each other? Because I can leave. I don’t have to, but I can,” Carrion said.”

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164. “He showed up with these in his hand and said he’d give them to me on one condition.” “Which was?” Carrion snagged a grape from the tray and popped it into his mouth. “That I take a bath.” “A bath?”

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165. “Always pay attention to the fine print. The devil’s in the details. Now go.”

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166. “Even filthy and tired, you’re still beautiful.”

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167. “He was all I could see. All I could smell. He was cold morning air, and smoke, and fresh-turned earth, and a thousand other complex scents I didn’t even have names for.”

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168. “It’s a fox! A pest! This is probably what was living in the hearth before we ripped that den out. They steal food from the kitchens.” The creature wasn’t nearly as hideous as I’d first thought. I darted forward, stooping low, covering the little thing with my body, gripped by a sudden remorse. “You definitely can’t kill it then. Not if we destroyed its home.” “It’s going to bite you,” Kingfisher said. “No, it won’t. It – ” It bit me.”

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169. “Well, I suppose if no one else is going to say it, then I will. You look downright fuckable, Saeris Fane.”

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170. “Even with the cruel smirk playing across his mouth, Kingfisher was savagely handsome. “What can I say?” he purred. “Being completely cut off from civilization and summarily forgotten about has a way of changing you after a while.”

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171. “Do you have any idea what those boots cost me?” “Let me guess. Your virginity.”

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172. “I have to say, I was expecting that to go differently,” he mused. And then I punched him square in the mouth.”

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173. “Fisher hooked his fingers underneath the hem of my shirt and rested his hand against my skin. The move wasn’t sexual. It was simple contact between one person and another. Grounding. Intimate. A connection.”

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174. “Right. Sure.” Humans and Fae were different in many ways, but sarcasm was universal.”

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175. “Good.” I flipped the sword and handed it to him. “Then give it a name and let’s go.” The evening was almost here, and the others were waiting for us. Carrion held the sword, turning it this way and that. After much consideration, he said, “It looks like a Simon.” “Simon?” “Yeah. Simon. Don’t blame me. That’s what it looks – ” He stopped talking and listened. “See. It likes the name. It wants to be Simon.”

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176. “Kingfisher removed one hand, but it made no difference – he only needed one hand to hold both of mine.”

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177. “I don’t enjoy hurting people. I don’t like it at all. But that doesn’t mean it isn’t necessary. To avoid far more serious pain, sometimes we have to endure a little sting.”

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178. “The ink flowed beneath his skin, crossing from him to... to... sinners, it flowed along my fingertips, spreading over my skin, flowing just like his smoke over the backs of my hands. A delicate little bird took shape on the inside of my right forearm. It stretched its wings and took flight, its tiny body flitting over my stomach as its wings beat a thousand times a minute.”

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179. “I don’t care how big it is. I care about the way you answer.” A slow, terrifying smirk spread across his face. “It’s big enough to make you scream and then some.”

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180. “I sobbed. The name he gave me, the name I hated, was a declaration of what I meant to him even then.”

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181. “Most couples flirted by making eyes at each other or complimenting each other’s outfits. We did it by discussing how best to murder our enemies.”

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182. “I’m the thing that puts the fear of the gods into the monsters who would eat you bones and all.”

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183. “I don’t normally. I don’t lie to anyone. I will certainly never lie to you, Sloane, but I will lie for you. Only you.”

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184. “If it were up to me, we wouldn’t spend another night without each other again.” Gently, he reached for the end of my braid and drew it over my shoulder toward him. He slowly unfastened it, working my hair loose with his fingers. His eyes were cautious when they sought out mine. “Does that scare you?” he murmured.”

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185. “There he was, sitting at a table on the far side of the tavern with three of his dim-witted friends, his back to the corner so he could keep a weather eye on the crowd. Carrion Swift: the most notorious gambler, cheat, and smuggler in the entire city. He was also uncommonly good in bed – the only man in Zilvaren who’d ever made me scream his name out of pleasure rather than frustration.”

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186. “Be unrelenting and unmerciful in the face of the wicked dead,” Fisher said. Ren laid a steadying hand on my shoulder. “And if you should find soul sundered from flesh, order a drink for us at the first tavern you come across in the afterlife. We’ll settle the tab when we get there.”

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187. “I could be dead in the ground five thousand years and the frosts could have taken my bones, and still no other male will ever have loved another female the way that I love you.”

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188. “Whatever the cost would be for staying with him, I would pay it. Yes, I said.”

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189. “For that alone, I’ll make your undying existence an unending agony. An eternity of suffering the likes of which even your evil mind cannot comprehend. You’ll know no peace at my hands. I will destroy your empire and erase your name from the annals of time. When I am done with your legacy, Madra the Undying will never have existed. And you’ll live on at my behest, suffering for all of eternity. And no one will know. And no one will care.”

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190. “Don’t you know? There isn’t much I wouldn’t sacrifice to make you happy, Osha. A little healing magic is the least of it.”

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191. “I raised my eyebrows at him. “You let a fire sprite jerk you off with a handful of Fae moss?”

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192. “I wanted to save you from this. I didn’t want you to suffer with me.”

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193. “Kingfisher stuck out a hand and flipped all seven of them off as he stormed by.”

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194. “He would claim my better days and carry me during my worst.”

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195. “She hadn’t banked on Kingfisher kicking in my bedroom door, me thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and wailing like a banshee. Nor had she expected his ultra-foul temper, his split bottom lip, or the thin line of blood trickling down his chin. She’d squawked when he’d thrown me unceremoniously down onto my bed and snarled, “Bad human,” at me.”

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196. “The rebels my mother had helped before her death had done more than hide in our attic. They had trained me. Taught me how to steal. How to survive. How to fight. And now I fought like hell’s own fury made flesh.”

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197. “The universe could end and Carrion Swift wouldn’t have run out of questions.”

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198. “Alchemy, it turned out, was a form of magic. Forgotten, long-dead, old magic that was as much a myth to the Fae of Yvelia as they were to the people of Zilvaren.”

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199. “Emerging from the silver, the huge figure rose up from the pool as if ascending from the very depths of hell itself. Broad shoulders. Wet, shoulder-length black hair. Tall. Taller than any other man I’d ever seen.”

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200. “He’d accepted me as his mate.”

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