Top 200 Callie Hart Quotes (2026 Update)
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151. “Just hang me already and be done with it,” I snapped. “If you don’t hurry up and get on with it, you’re gonna miss your opportunity.” He arched an eyebrow. “I wouldn’t bother trying to escape.” I rolled my eyes. “I meant that I was dying of boredom in here.”

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152. “Lying is pointless with your heart betraying you so loudly.”

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153. “Even the strongest warrior’s heart can break. His soul can still be crushed. Since I won’t be able to comfort you when the challenges before you feel too great, take this book and keep it as a guide. Above all, know this. There will be times when the world seeks to destroy you, Kingfisher. But you are stronger than you can ever know. You will not falter. And you will not face it all alone.”

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154. “I’d find a way to rip the goddamn moon right out of the sky if you begged me for it.”

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155. “He smiled suggestively as he said, “Swallow.”

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156. “It was a boy with a clean record, a winning smile and a glorious halo who broke me. Ironically, it’s the boy with the rap sheet, a body full of ink and the dangerous glint in his eye who’s putting me back together.”

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157. “Fisher rested his chin on top of his forearms and sighed. “What?” I whispered. He thought for a moment, appearing to decide whether he’d answer the question. Then he said, “I was wrong, y’know. You are a good thief.” “What have I stolen?” But he smiled a small, sad smile, slowly shaking his head. “Sleep a little. The water will stay warm. I’ll be back as soon as I’ve spoken to Ren.”

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158. “I’ll hurt you if it means I keep you safe. I’ll force you to follow me to the ends of this realm, because that is the only way I can make sure you stay alive.”

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159. “This is the part where... you scream... Captain.” And then I swung with all my might.”

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160. “By my own hand, I’ll make sure the piece of soul he loaned to me finds its way back to him. And if the fates consider it just, and I’ve done enough to earn a place at his side, I’ll go quietly and happily with my brother into whatever lies beyond.”

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161. “Come now, Osha. Where else would an acolyte kneel to worship but at the altar of his god?”

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162. “And then I punched him square in the mouth.”

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163. “There was something else there, too. Something that made my body come alive. His scent, and the way I knew that he’d entered a room before I saw him, and the melancholy tug at the root of my soul whenever he wasn’t in a room, and –.”

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164. “Because you’re a nice Fae warrior, unlike Fisher, who is the devil incarnate.”

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165. “Because the guy who killed Rachel is still out there, walking around, free as a goddamn bird, and I will not tolerate that injustice. Theo Merchant is going to bleed, too, and I won’t stop bleeding him until there isn’t a drop of blood left in his body.”

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166. “She isn’t my girlfriend. She’s my mate,” Fisher said quite amicably. “And if any part of your body, literally any part of it, comes into contact with hers, then I will remove it.” Carrion thought about this. “What about if she’s hanging off a cliff by one hand and can’t hold on much longer? Can I touch her then?”

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167. “How the hell am I supposed to stay alive in the middle of a war zone, Fisher?” When he laughed this time, the sound was hollow. “By sticking close, Osha. Really close.”

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168. “What were you even thinking?” Everlayne growled, slapping down the folds of the skirt some more so that it hung properly. “He’s a Fae warrior, Saeris. You can not go around punching Fae warriors.”

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169. “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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170. “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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171. “This was the kiss to end all kisses. Demanding, urgent, and carnal.”

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172. “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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173. “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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174. “Please, for the love of the gods, don’t say anything. Just let me have my fantasy. Just for tonight.”

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

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176. “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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177. “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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178. “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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179. “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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180. “Always pay attention to the fine print. The devil’s in the details. Now go.”

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

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182. “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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183. “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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184. “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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185. “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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186. “Do you have any idea what those boots cost me?” “Let me guess. Your virginity.”

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187. “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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188. “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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189. “Right. Sure.” Humans and Fae were different in many ways, but sarcasm was universal.”

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

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192. “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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193. “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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194. “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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195. “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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196. “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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197. “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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198. “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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199. “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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200. “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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