Six Scorched Roses Quotes

“Because I want only you, Lilith. Whatever of you I can have. I’ll take one night. One hour. One minute. Whatever you want to give me. I’ll have it.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“Time, Vale,” I said. “Time is the most valuable resource of all, and some of us are perpetually short.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“It must be hard,” he murmured. “To bear the weight of so much affection in a life so short.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“It’s just… something being difficult is not a good reason not to do it.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“And when the days passed, and my exhaustion and my enthusiasm led me to loosen my typically-closely-held control over my socially unacceptable attitudes, my raw enthusiasm leaking through as I talked excitedly to Vale about some theory or another, I turned to see him staring at me, brows drawn. His expression made me freeze, my face flushing—because I’d let down a wall I shouldn’t have and wasn’t sure what I might have revealed beyond it. “I—” I started. But he just said, calmly, “You are a very beautiful woman.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“No, logic doesn’t matter in the face of fear and emotion. Logic falls to its knees before hatred, and hatred flourishes in fear—”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“Whatever you need," he said. "My blood. My books. My knowledge. Anything. It is yours.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“I can’t imagine that ever being true,” he murmured. “Because I want only you, Lilith. Whatever of you I can have. I’ll take one night. One hour. One minute. Whatever you want to give me. I’ll have it.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“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.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“Here’s the thing about the God of Abundance. Abundance wears many faces. The god of plenty is also the god of decay. There can be no life without death, no feast without famine.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“Run, a voice inside me whispered. Stay, another begged.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“Maybe he was used to being cowered at. I did not cower. Why should I? I’d already met death three times now. So far, the fourth was a bit of a disappointment.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“You want more than I can give you,” I whispered. “I can’t imagine that ever being true,” he murmured. “Because I want only you, Lilith. Whatever of you I can have. I’ll take one night. One hour. One minute. Whatever you want to give me. I’ll have it.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“Whatever you wish to give me,” he repeated, slowly, like he wanted to make sure I understood. “I’ll have it.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“Time is the most valuable resource of all, and some of us are perpetually short.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“Men from upper-class families were welcome to be openly delighted by their craft. It made them interesting and eccentric, committed and passionate. When women did it, it made us vapid.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“May I write to you?” he asked.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“Vale held me tight to his chest, cradled in his arms, forehead to mind. There were tears in his eyes and blood on his lips.

'I want to stay,' I choked out.

'I know,' he whispered, as his mouth lowered to mind, and I faded away there in his arms, surrounded by withering roses.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“I knew death even before I could name it.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“It smells like honey. Like… nightshade. Sweet. Perhaps with a bitter bite.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“You don’t know what it feels like to watch yourself die.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“Maybe they want some part of me I have already given to someone else.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“I suppose that once someone has seen my bare ass, we can drop the titles.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“Maybe he was used to being cowered at. I did not cower. Why should I? I’d already met death three times now. So far, the fourth was a bit of a disappointment. “I brought a gift for you,” I said. His brows lowered slightly. “A gift,” he repeated. “A gift.” He cocked his head, a slow curl brushing his lips. “Is the gift you?”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“You… you came back,” I said.
“I know it wasn’t what you wanted me to do. But I was a general because I was better at giving orders than following them.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“I was thirty. Old enough for my body to protest a night absent of sleep in ways it hadn’t ten years ago.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“You want more than I can give you," I whispered.
"I can't imagine that ever being true," he murmured. "Because I only want you, Lillith. Whatever of you I can have. I'll take one night. One hour. One minute. Whatever you want to give me, I'll have it.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“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.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“And when the days passed, and my exhaustion and my enthusiasm led me to loosen my typically-closely-held control over my socially unacceptable attitudes, my raw enthusiasm leaking through as I talked excitedly to Vale about some theory or another, I turned to see him staring at me, brows drawn. His expression made me freeze, my face flushing—because I’d let down a wall I shouldn’t have and wasn’t sure what I might have revealed beyond it. “I—” I started.
But he just said, calmly, “You are a very beautiful woman.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“Stay, stay, stay.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses