“No matter how much death I’ve seen, it never gets easier.”
Source: A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire
“The fear of failing was powerful, just as fear of the unknown and uncharted destinies was.”
Source: A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire
“There is no side of you that is not as
beautiful as the other half. Not a single inch isn’t stunning.” His lashes
lifted, and the intensity in his stare held me captive. “That was true the first
time I said it to you, and it is still the truth today and tomorrow.”
Source: A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire
“Kieran?”
He looked at me.
“Please…please try to be careful,” I said.
He lifted his brows. “Are you worried about me?”
Crossing my arms, I nodded.
“Don’t be nice to me,” he replied, and I sensed amusement from him.
“It weirds me out.”
“Sorry.”
He smiled then as he walked to where I stood. “You don’t sound
remotely sorry.”
I grinned at him.
“Do me a favor,” Kieran said, looking down at me. “Protect your
Prince, Poppy.”
Source: A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire
“The carriage door ripped open, torn from its hinges. Cold air rushed in
with the night, and the night was enraged. It washed over me, its intensity
so stunning, it overwhelmed me, shutting down my senses. [...]
“It’s okay. Shh, it’s okay, Poppy. Stop. Look at me,” a voice
demanded. “Look at me, Princess.”
Princess.
The Ascended wouldn’t call me that.
Breathing ragged, my wild gaze swiveled around the carriage, stopping
when I found him. He hovered over me, cheeks spotted with blood.
“Hawke,” I whispered.
“Yeah. Yes.” He sounded shredded and windblown. “It’s me.”
Source: A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire
“There is no heroism in sheep. They stand on the hill and go “Baa”, as they’re being slaughtered.”
Source: Stalking Natalie
“...the most delightful and choicest pleasure is that which is hinted at, but never told.”
Source: Lancelot: The Knight of the Cart
“[T]here is every probability that, although the historic scenes of many of the Arthurian exploits can be traced to the kingdom of Strathclyde or Cumbria, and the north of England generally, the poems celebrating them were chiefly framed in Armorica - the place of quiet retreat and refuge for the exiled Britons of our island - and that they thence came back to Britain itself, and also spread over the Courts of France and Germany in Norman-French.”
Source: History and Poetry of the Scottish Border: Their Main Features and Relations, Volume 1
“You’re not much fun on a honeymoon.”
Source: Guardians of Stone
“Anyone can become dangerous if given the right motivation,”
Source: Guardians of Stone