Top 300 Carissa Broadbent Quotes (2026 Update)
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301. “Did I look like he did? So shattered? Like all his defenses had broken apart, leaving the tender vulnerability of our want exposed and raw. I’d never known it could feel so good, to let yourself be unmade.”

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302. “You have survived, my daughter. Now live.”

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303. “Yes,” I whispered. “Stay with me.”

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304. “I don’t see why not,” I grumbled. I did, in fact, see why not. I was just being difficult.”

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305. “She looked at him like he was a question answered. He looked at her like she was the only one worth asking.”

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306. “Strange, how being so exposed can make a soul feel so very safe.”

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307. “And the last thing I heard as sleep took me was Raihn’s voice, so quiet it seemed like he might be speaking to himself. “You are the most stunning thing I’ve ever seen, Oraya.”

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308. “Before, he had looked at me like I was a goddess, and I had thought I couldn’t feel more powerful than I did in that moment. I was wrong. Because now he looked at me like I was more than that – like I was human. Somehow, that meant more.”

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309. “Fear is a collection of physical responses.”

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310. “It’s a strange feeling,” he said, at last. “To look forward to so much.” It was. So odd, to minds so unpracticed in such things. But now it surrounded us, so bright it couldn’t be ignored, and maybe, just maybe, we were healing enough to let it in. It was hard not to, when Max swept me up in his arms again, when he kissed me and smiled against my mouth, when he laid me down in the garden where two broken souls had met and built a home in each other. Hope.”

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311. “There is power in suffering,” she said. “There is power in having something to fight against. We taught you that. And you know it better than most.”

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312. “You have nothing but me,” I said. “And yet, you’d let me go?” “I have nothing but you,” he murmured. “So I am letting you go.”

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313. “The line between anger and sadness is so thin. I had learned that fear can become rage, but rage can so easily shatter into devastation. The fractures spiderwebbed across my heart.”

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314. “As if the gods had seen some beauty in mortality but failed to realize that the imperfection of it was what made it remarkable.”

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315. “He was always going to let me go.”

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316. “Never look back. And never question stepping forward and saying, ‘I deserve to live.”

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317. “So what if it’s not pretty?” Serel added, as if he could hear my skepticism. “None of the best things are.”

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318. “No one deserves to be put on a pedestal. They won’t climb down to save you, and if you’re looking up at them, you’re not looking ahead at what’s coming for you.”

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319. “He kissed me like he was starving. Kissed me the way he had fed from me in a cave once, many months ago – desperate and deep and full of hunger, like I was the only thing tethering him to the world. And Mother, I felt that way, too, like I was grasping hold of something solid for the first time in so long. Like I had come home.”

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320. “This is the tale of how a fallen one ascends. He does it in countless cascading decisions, over years, over centuries. He does it with the desperation of a starving soul willing to sacrifice anything, everything, for a single chance at redemption. But in the end, he loses her every time.”

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321. “I quickly learned that Max was apparently only “made for” an exceptionally narrow set of environments, temperatures, activities, and interactions.”

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322. “Raihn and I had spent long hours in bed, languidly tasting each other in every sense in waves of depraved pleasure-seeking that would almost be embarrassing if they didn’t feel so damned good. Some days, we greeted the sunset exhausted and blood-drunk, blinking blearily at the rising moon in genuine confusion as to where the day went.”

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323. “I’m stating a fact, not stroking your ego, Dawndrinker.” Still nice.”

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324. “But dreams were so good at filling in memories moth-eaten by time.”

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325. “I may be the serpent, but even snakes run for cover when hawks soared overhead.”

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326. “That wasn’t how I’d imagined making you come for the first time,” he remarked. I stopped chewing.”

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327. “She was silk and cigar smoke and a short temper and a million contradictions; a full life of a thousand other thoughts and dreams and desires for the future – and someone whom I loved, deeply.”

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328. “Not even when I realized that every time I was without her, I found myself collecting little stories and oddities to tell her about when I saw her again, like stones that I slipped into my pockets.”

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329. “He had invited me to his bed once before. I’d been tempted then. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t tempted now. Curiosity was my greatest vice.”

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330. “To love someone is to want to keep them forever. To love someone is to curl up with their bloodstain on the floor. But it is not love to leave something voluntarily. It is not love to cradle someone’s heart and take it with you to the grave.”

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331. “At least I was doing something, unlike Max, who seemed fairly committed to doing absolutely nothing, ever. On a particularly cold day, he stepped outside, shivered, looked up at the sky, and declared, “I’m not made for this,” before wandering back into the house. I quickly learned that Max was apparently only “made for” an exceptionally narrow set of environments, temperatures, activities, and interactions.”

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332. “Only good thing about the last time it happened was that you were the last thing I saw.”

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333. “I understood it so painfully well. The desire to believe that something larger than you could save you, even after it struck you down again and again.”

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334. “I stood with her, only her, until the end of our stories. But I refused to allow hers to be a retelling of mine. She deserved better than a lifetime of bloodstained hands and a tale with a bitter ending crafted from Reshaye’s terrible acts. She deserved epics. And I loved her so damned much that I would fulfill the promise I made to her, even if it became the hardest thing I ever did. Even if it meant embracing a part of myself that I would rather pretend didn’t exist.”

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335. “I just played the notes that sounded like you.”

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336. “And a voice, quiet and booming at once, said, “Get your hands off my wife.”

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337. “I had never been enough. I had never been able to give any of them enough – enough time, enough love. Everyone gave up so much trying to get more from me, and now I did the same for them. From the moment I was old enough to understand my eventual fate, I made every decision knowing this. Knowing that I couldn’t be enough. Knowing that I would wither too fast, like a flower in an early frost.”

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338. “And then he said, after a moment, “I just played the notes that sounded like you.” I stiffened. He spoke the words so softly, with such tender vulnerability. Like a confession to a priest. So kind it hurt. Danger, Mische. Danger. This is not what you’re supposed to do. But still, I didn’t pull away. I murmured, “It’s beautiful.” And he whispered, “Yes.”

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339. “I love your scars and hate the person who gave them to you.”

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340. “Hello, Warden,” I whispered. “Hello, Dawndrinker.”

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341. “I cannot kill you because I know you, Vivi. I know every moment you lied to me, because I know every moment you told the truth. I know your truth. I can’t ignore it. Even though it would be far easier if I could.”

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342. “The world was not easy or straightforward. Goodness was never pure or simple.”

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343. “Nyaxia had gone mad with grief when she was given Alarus’s head – a grief that had made her powerful enough to defeat the rest of the White Pantheon and stake out her own kingdom in her husband’s abandoned territory. A grief that had driven her to create a following of her own – vampires.”

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344. “Maybe the others don’t let you see the shards. Maybe they don’t show you the things they mourn. Doesn’t mean it’s not there. Doesn’t mean they don’t feel it. And your father – ” Her face went serious now, fiery-fierce. Her hand fell to mine, clutching tight. “Your father, Oraya, felt all those things, too. He was just as broken as the rest of us, and he was so determined not to acknowledge it that he flayed you with those sharp edges and then berated you for having skin instead of steel.”

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345. “My downfall and my most valuable supporter. My weakness and my strength. My worst enemy and the greatest love I had ever known.”

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