Stolen Power Quotes

You saw me before I saw you. In the airport, that day in August, you had that look in your eyes, as though you wanted something from me, as though you'd wanted it for a long time. No one had ever looked at me like that before, with that kind of intensity. It unsettled me, surprised me, I guess. Those blue, blue eyes, icy blue, looking back at me as though I could warm them up. They're pretty powerful, you know, those eyes, pretty beautiful, too. (1.1)

I turned to see you walking back, smoothly avoiding all the coffee-carrying passengers who stepped out in front of you. You didn't look at any of them. Only me. Perhaps that's why nobody else seemed to notice. You moved too much like a hunter, padding silently next to the row of plastic plants as you made your line toward me. (1.22)

My ear went hot as you brushed against it. Then your fingers moved down to my chin. You pushed it up with your thumb to look at me, almost like you were studying me in the artificial lights above my head. And, I mean, you really looked at me … with eyes like two stars. You trapped me there like that, kept me stuck to that spot of Bangkok airport as though I were something small drawn to the light. And I had wings fluttering inside me all right. Big, fat moth wings. You trapped me easily, drew me toward you like I was already in the net. (1.60)

My breath faltered for a second then. I don't know why, but I'd half expected you to be someone else. I didn't want the person standing there, beside the bed, to have the same face I'd found so attractive at the airport. But you were there all right: the blue eyes, blondish hair, and tiny scar. Only you didn't look beautiful this time. Just evil. (3.9)

I stopped and changed directions, but you were like a cowboy with his rope, circling me, stopping me everywhere I wanted to go. You were drawing me in, running me down. You knew it was only a matter of time before I couldn't run any farther. Like a crazed cow, I kept going anyway, running away from you in decreasing circles. I had to stop eventually. (4.20)

Nothing worked. Everything came back to you. You lying there. You dreaming. You thinking about me. I pictured you on that mess of blankets, eyes wide-open and imagining how you'd kill me. Perhaps you had touched yourself and pretended it was me doing it. Or perhaps you had your eye pressed up close to a crack in the wall, watching me waiting for you. Perhaps it gave you a kick. (9.4)

You were the strongest man I'd ever seen. If you decided to, you could kill me so easily. Just a little push from your hands and I'd be strangled; just a little punch and my brain would explode. There'd be nothing I could do. One blunt knife under a mattress was no match against you. (33.4)

There was a snake. You were stretching toward it, trying to get a grip, then leaping backward when it went for you […] You darted toward the snake, confusing it, and grabbed underneath its head. The snake writhed, tried to turn its pink, wide mouth toward you. But your grip was firm. (65.11-12)

There were so many thoughts in my head right then, so many emotions. Your hand was close and tight around my elbow, guiding me straight. Some small part of me almost liked it there. I blinked, shaking my head, not wanting to admit it. A part of me was starting to accept you. I wondered, if I gave in to that part, if I leaned into you in return, where would it lead? (77.8)

I shivered suddenly. "The sisters can never get away from him, then?"

"True." You tucked my blanket tight around my shoulders. "But they'll never be caught, either. He's just behind them, always watching … wanting them. He chases them all around the world. You could have seen him chasing them in London, if you'd been looking." (77.51-52)