“You know, Micah, that first night, when I saw you on Bridge Street, I wanted to kill you. I wanted to cut your throat and watch your blood soak into the dirt. I wanted to wrap a strangle cord around your neck and throttle you while you kicked and messed yourself." "I'm shaking in my boots," Micah said, looking Han dead in the eyes. Han stood and took a step toward him. "I'm what's hiding in the side street when you walk home from The Four Horses," he said. "I'm the shadow in Greystone Alley when you go out to take a piss. I'm the foot pad in the corridor when you visit the girlie at Grievous Hall." Micah's eyes narrowed, his self-assurance wilting a bit. Han could tell he was going back over a hundred suspicious sights and sounds. "You've been following me?" "I can come and go from your room, any time I want," Han said. "I can tell you what you say when you talk in your sleep. I know what your down low girlie whispers in your ear." He laughed... Michah licked his lips. "Perhaps you take some kind of perverse pleasure in stalking me...”
Quote by Cinda Williams Chima
Work
Browse quotes and source details for this work. more
Author
Cinda Williams Chima is an American author known for her young adult fantasy novels. Born in 1952, she has a lifelong passion for fantasy literature. Her works often blend historical settings with fantasy elements, enjoying great popularity among readers. more
You May Also Like
“Han was thinking he was just as likely to shoot flames from his rear end.”
“I'm thinking that there are other reasons not to murder people beyond the fact that there's no”
“Was he ill? Or was the anger he carried around burning away his flesh?”
“Ask them. But you're not a soldier, I'm not sure what you are, but you're not that.”
“I'm no healer," Han growled, thinking he seemed to be better at causing pain than relieving it.”
“Don't ask for the truth, boy, unless you're ready to hear it.”