Top 80 Lindsay Buroker Quotes (2024 Update)
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51. “The easier we make it to kill, the less time there is to master the art of knowing when not to.”

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52. “The two men flashed edged smiles at each other, reminding Amaranthe of circling wolves, albeit extremely well-dressed wolves.”

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53. “That this works, a woman leading five men, is a marvel.”

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54. “No, but women like to blame things on me, so I figured I’d announce my innocence preemptively.” “What type of things?” Books asked. “Their unwanted pregnancies?”

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55. “It’s not my fault,” Maldynado said. Amaranthe joined them. “I didn’t say it was.” “No, but women like to blame things on me, so I figured I’d announce my innocence preemptively.” “What type of things?” Books asked. “Their unwanted pregnancies?” “Of course not. To bear my offspring would be an honor. They know that.”

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56. “A dwarf blacksmith from another planet is using a magical anvil.” “So glad it isn’t something weird.”

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57. “His hair stuck up more than usual, but he was otherwise neat in his typical black. If they lived through the mission, she decided to buy him an obnoxiously cheerful shirt. Something in sunflower yellow, perhaps.”

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58. “Oh, good. Another name I couldn’t pronounce. Someday, a dragon named Bob would introduce himself, and I would fall over in surprise.”

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59. “Valmeyjar Thorvald, great warrioress and overcomer of the weaknesses of her mongrel heritage, will you marry me, Lord Zavryd’nokquetal the great and noble dragon, and mate with me vigorously every night after making me meat?”

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60. “Educating people is always the solution. Peace is never guaranteed, but the most likely path to it is to have an enlightened, self-aware populace that’s been taught how to think critically and question everything. People like that are difficult to manipulate.”

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61. “Torture, but more methodical than the simple cuts and burns designed to extract information. They were performing medical experiments on these people. She shuddered.”

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62. “Atheism? “Absolutely. There’s no heaven, but there’s no hell either. It’s all about what you do in this life.”

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63. “Victory!? There is no victory in war! War takes everything and gives nothing! I only wish my words were as destructive as you would have me believe!”

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64. “And try to keep them distracted. Keep saying arrogant things.” Zav looked over his shoulder, pinning me with his glare. “I do not take orders from law-breaking mongrels who do not acknowledge the supremacy of dragons.” “Yeah, say stuff like that.” I gave him a sarcastic thumbs-up. “You’re a natural.”

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65. “You’re good at talking people into things.” “What makes you say that?” “Because I’m perched in the rafters of a cannery, at risk from a man-slaying magical creature, and spending time with a drunk, a gangster, and an assassin.”

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66. “I shaved my leg.” “Ugh, why?” I wrinkled my lip at the thought of coarse man hair in my razor. “Curiosity. I removed only a small stripe.” “Do you regret it?” “Yes.” “Maybe that will teach you to stay out of a woman’s bathroom.” “Yes.”

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67. “I’ve reached the age where one says what one wishes, for repercussions are not likely to be long-lasting.”

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68. “Of course. We should all solve the problems that arise from the inequalities between people by adopting isolationist tendencies interspersed with brute force.”

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69. “You look like hell. Did you have a seizure?” “No, I took a nap.” “I don’t think you did it right.”

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70. “Skulking?” “Yes, is that not what assassins call it?” “We call it working.”

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71. “When Amaranthe stepped outside after midnight, she caught Maldynado peeing his name in the snow. The bright, starry sky revealed a little too much and she cleared her throat as she approached. “So much for keeping our hideout inconspicuous,” she said.”

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72. “One of my school friends said you can tell a man likes you when he starts doing you little favors,” Amaranthe said. “I wonder if she would have counted the application of poison to one’s weapons.”

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73. “Maybe I should get my status as your mate printed on a T-shirt for those without magical senses.” He scrutinized me, probably looking for sarcasm; he must have missed it. “Yes. Do this.”

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74. “Were you always this odd?” “Yes. You just weren’t paying attention.”

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75. “Enough girl talk. There are enemy cabins full of dastardly old ladies that we must infiltrate.” “Unbelievable,” Evrial murmured. “What is?” “That you can say things like that and still get those men to rally behind you.” “Sometimes I also have to gaze into their eyes with youthful exuberance that they find impossible to resist.” Evrial could imagine.”

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76. “There are humans who are different enough that they can’t.”

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77. “You cut people’s heads off, Cedar.” “I cut villains’ heads off.” “Which is a menacing practice,” Kali said. “A noble one. I help bring peace and justice to the world.” “Menacingly.”

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78. “It was sad that the perceptions of others could change one’s perceptions of oneself.”

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79. “Here’s the plan: I’ll go in and palaver while you surround them.” “Surround them,” he said. “By myself.”

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80. “Besides,” Sicarius said, “I would create a team of assassins, because that is what I know how to do. That would not impress Sespian. You, however, will create a team of heroes.”

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81. “We all must aspire to lofty dreams, or humanity will never progress.”

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82. “The inside of Thorvald’s black Jeep smelled like cats – or was that tiger? – and gun oil. A yellow tree-shaped car freshener dangling from the rearview mirror did little to mask the scents. Silver fur proliferated.”

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83. “I’m afraid, good Zav, that you’ll never star in a romance novel. In those, the women are always falling for the hunky billionaire who somehow manages to develop six-pack abs while working eighty hours a week to build his software company.”

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