Lanne Garrett > Quotes

“...Nothing lasts forever. Not curses, not wishes, not magic, and certainly not unpaid oaths with the mounds.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Cost of Curses: A Cursed Magic Novel

“The flames of hell may scorch the flesh,
but the whispers of devils will sear the soul.
They are temptation and sin.
They are desire and despair.
Be careful where you seek answers.
Not all costs are worth paying.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Price of Magic: A Cursed Magic Novel

“Every spell comes at a cost, and the price of magic will be paid by all.
For the O’Cleary sisters, that lesson may cost one of them their soul.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Price of Magic: A Cursed Magic Novel

“Holy hell,” I whispered as soon as we stepped into the hall leading to Killian’s court. My entire body shivered as it soaked up the energy twisting around us. If rage had a taste, it would be the poisonous nectar that hung in the air of Death House—bitter-sweet and deadly. It smelled like the inside of a used coffin and was just as dark. My skin prickled with a clammy cold sweat, goosebumps rolling over my skin.

“There’s nothing holy about this place.” Julian pulled me closer. “I offer you a few words of wisdom in this hellish place. Do not cower here, Fiadh, not for anyone. This is not a place to look weak. Go in there like you own it. Respect is only earned through fear and dominance within these walls, and you don’t want to be seen as the only coward here. The moment they smell weakness, you’re nothing but prey in a room full of blood-thirsty predators.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Price of Magic: A Cursed Magic Novel

“Do not be swayed by the shimmer of power…
Not all that glitters is gold.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Price of Magic: A Cursed Magic Novel

“I am Death.” He grinned. “And you are a fool. I hope revenge is worth it.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Cost of Curses: A Cursed Magic Novel

“If you touch me in anger again, whether it be by fist or power, I will end you and bring your court to its knees. I will worm my curses and spells so deep into the roots of your territory that it will look like another haunted forest when I’m done. There will be nothing left for the imps to destroy in my name when I am through. I will sell off pieces of my soul to magic just to end you.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Price of Magic: A Cursed Magic Novel

“This is going to hurt. It’s your choice how badly and who suffers with you,” Solas whispered. He glanced down at my shuffling feet. “Don’t run. You’ll never run fast enough or far enough.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Seven Year Crow

“I’d never get used to an empty bed. I’d just get used to being haunted by the decisions I had made that put me alone under my covers.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Price of Magic: A Cursed Magic Novel

“Only in death has the payment be made. Milesian and Sidhe will make this blood trade.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Cost of Curses: A Cursed Magic Novel

“Do not play games with those who thrive on chaos and destruction.
Forget not that fae are masters of cunning and terror,
birthed into the bellies of monsters and suckled from the teat of despair.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Cost of Curses: A Cursed Magic Novel

“In the Bone District, the past lingered like a ghost. Every inch held souls long forgotten and stories no one wanted to tell anymore for fear of calling the reason for the tales home to the teller.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Cost of Curses: A Cursed Magic Novel

“To Solas, seven years only went by slowly for the Crow. For him, in every blink of his eye, he was back and Taking another soul, like the devil he knew he was, the devil he had to be. Too much rested on how monstrous he could be, how utterly vile and terrifying he could become. He had nothing but time to perfect his song and dance. That was his curse, after all…to have life everlasting.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Seven Year Crow

“The Sidhe oathed themselves to the demands of the victors, but nothing was free. Even freedom came with a cost, a debt waiting to be collected. The fading echoes of horses and haunting sounds of horns signaled the end of one era and the beginning of a new age, with the path of sacrifice nearly forgotten by all but the fae.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Cost of Curses: A Cursed Magic Novel

“Curses are a treacherous currency that buys naught but sorrow, where intentions are twisted, and payment is eternal.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Cost of Curses: A Cursed Magic Novel

“Make every drop of blood you lose as painful for them as it is for you.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Cost of Curses: A Cursed Magic Novel

“The first Milesian to bargain with the Fomori had paid with her soul. This time, it would be them who paid with one of theirs.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Cost of Curses: A Cursed Magic Novel

“The Hand of Souls has an insatiable thirst. Its wicked delights are woven into the fabric of fate itself. It’s power drawing in souls like moths to a flame. As daylight fades and shadows lengthen, its cursed nature reaches out like vines in the night, ensnaring its user. Those who grasp the Hand of Souls are forever marked by its twisted touch, eternally intertwined with the darkness that plagues its very existence.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Price of Magic: A Cursed Magic Novel

“Death rolled in casually, hand in hand with the night. Its purpose hung heavy as a soiled diaper on a lost and starved child. Through the reaching of the fog that crept over the dew-covered ground, its hate slinked along with it and tarnished black every inch it touched. The clouds crawled upon the earth as if the heavens had closed their doors in disgust, leaving mankind to fend for themselves. Even the Gods had turned their backs on the people of Whitwick Gates, the makers of deals with devils.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Seven Year Crow

“If the fae found a way around the oath or the curse, they’d seize it, and we’d pay tenfold for having backed them into the corner.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Cost of Curses: A Cursed Magic Novel

“Whitwick Gates was nothing more than a skeleton of what it once had been. Its bones were stripped of flesh long ago by battles fought and lost, and the dead long buried and forgotten. It was a war that never ended but was fed often enough for it to quiet and allow the town to rebuild once again.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Seven Year Crow

“In a place that never changed, nothing ever felt the same. Death did that to places where it strangled their children more often than not. It had hung its hat in Whitwick many years before and waited, comfortable in the respite we rarely gave it. It was always there, always plotting, and was always sated in the end. You couldn’t starve Death. He ate his fill no matter how hard you prayed or bargained. Our demise went cheek by jowl with the coming of the Fae. It always had and always would. The mortal realm’s fate was to pay tithe to Gods who never cared much for mankind. Our God had left so long ago that none of us could remember His name. I didn’t blame Him. Most of us didn’t. We’d have left this hellhole if given half the chance, too.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Seven Year Crow

“She who dabbles in shadows shall have darkness linger in her soul.
Every spell comes at a cost and the price of magic will be paid by all.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Price of Magic: A Cursed Magic Novel

“Lift your chin, square your shoulders, and be ready to walk on the bones of any who stand in your way. Welcome to Death House. You bow to no one.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Price of Magic: A Cursed Magic Novel

“One dark spell.
One curser fated to die.
And a sister willing to damn her soul.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Price of Magic: A Cursed Magic Novel

“The manuscript before me was wrapped in tattered leather and adorned with Ifreann symbols that shifted under the light. Held within its blood-stained pages were the curses and spells the original sins were named after.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Price of Magic: A Cursed Magic Novel

“The moment I stepped foot on the grounds of Legacy House, a chill ran down my spine, as if the air was saturated with the ghosts of those who were buried beneath my feet. It wasn’t just a feeling of this place being haunted. It was a certainty. Falias had been born into the belly of war, and if a person stayed still long enough, they’d be able to smell the bones of the fallen. Nothing covered up the stench of the fae or the death that trailed behind them like rotting puppy dogs.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Cost of Curses: A Cursed Magic Novel

“This tranquility we shared with the fae was a fantasy, a fragile and volatile truce that could crumble without notice, unleashing them once again.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Cost of Curses: A Cursed Magic Novel

“You’re a fragile little creature with bones made for breaking. I urge you to keep your mouth shut and endure, lest you wish to become part of the entertainment tonight.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Cost of Curses: A Cursed Magic Novel

“I’m not a demon. I am Fomori. And the cost is mine alone. But the oath between the Fomori and Milesians is long over. The next time this happens, and it will, I will let them run amuck in your pretty little town. The Fomori will not carry another debt in your name.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Cost of Curses: A Cursed Magic Novel