Quotes About Control

Gavin was not prey to the irrational hormonal urges of meat-a kindess for which he thanked his makers-but he was not without feelings.

Twas Morgan's protest and the Mebd silenced her with a glance.

One cannot serve angels, Angel. One must own them.

Baines jerked his hands as if tugging reins; the web of light around Will tightened. Will staggered woodenly like jagged marionette.

She'll want to own whomever she names.

As the dia went by, I slowly got back some control. And with the control, the shaodws of memories I hadn't considered in ans-that perhaps I had not been permitted to consider in ans?-began emerging.

As the dia went by, I slowly got back some control. And with the control, the shadows of memories I hadn't considered in ans-that perhaps I had not been permitted to consider in ans?-began emerging.

I've had indications that there are colonies at work in the world that I cannot even locate, let alone control. And some of them are doing damage.

Mingan smiled and set Cathoair down, deceptively gentle. The Wolf leaned him against the wall, barely upright…and grabbed his chin in one hand, and the nape of his neck in the other.

He stank of something bitter and sharp. His thumb moved across the scar on Cathoair's cheek, a sickening caress, and Cahey somehow got his hands up on Mingan's shoulders, and shoved. Mingan kneed him in the solar plexus, so if not for the Wolf's grip on his neck, Cathoair would have gone to the ground.

Vincent Katherinessen, the Old Earth Colonial Coalition's velvet-gloved iron hand, for too field-effective to the categorized as a mere diplomatic envoy no matter how his passport was coded.

Fyodor Stephanovich dominated the room with the careless ease that one would expect of a Prince among wolves.

In the end, the wolf could own them both. Both on the same instant, possess them, prove at last who it was whose weakness brought down the Last Day, and the fall of all that was.

I used to make people like you as servants.

Elena might think she was the saltspider at the center of the web, but Lesa couldn't allow her to recognize all the layers of machinations here.

I made a grab for the fabric of the universe and hauld myself into a stable orientation.

The whole world is a weapon.

He delighted in Sebastien's jealousy and anger, and always had.

She had controlled him. Down to the breath he drew. He'd thanked her for it, and it hadn't been enough for her. Fair enough. He had, after all, defied her in the end.

Ian looked around for intervention, but he was used to following orders, and used to obeying a queen.

She raised a hand imperiously, fingers balled loosly into a fist, and her eyes were not on Will's but on the raven's black ones.

It didn't matter because it was out of my control, and my energy needed to go to things that I could control, or at least hope to affect the outcome of.

I couldn't hold a thought. I couldn't accomplish a task without being distracted. And I couldn't keep my temper at all.

Muire's cheeks stung. She didn't want to think of them, or Mingan's obscene pleasure in finally having Strijbjorn under orders and biddable. Nor did she wish to think that the Grey Wolf had gone from hanging his deadly embrace over her, to having his way with this candle-flicker.