H Quotes
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“His shirt is covered in my sorrow and stained with my tears.”
Source: The Arrangement 13: The Ferro Family
“His short black hair gleamed like a raven's feathers, off-setting his pale skin and blue eyes so deep they were violet, even in the firelight.”
Source: A Court of Thorns and Roses
“His shoulder bumped mine again. "Can I ask you something?" I didn't answer. He was going to ask me anyway. People don't say that if they don't want to pry something out of you.”
“His shoulders corded with muscle. His mouth between her legs. A portrait that belonged in the Louvre. A quick flick of his tongue had her seeing stars. Then, a slower swipe had her wishing for more. Sloane's mouth dried.
He alternated between faster and slower swipes, taking his cues from her. He nibbled, then bit. Faster when the movement of her hips slowed. Slower when she came perilously close to the edge. Beautiful torture. His mouth on her was a million times better than she'd ever imagined. He was a certified master with his tongue.
She bucked, begging him for more. Demanding more. Sweat slickened her skin. Her hands slipped on the sofa cushions, searching for purchase.
Through it all, he was there. August and his wonderful tongue. Her eyes squeezed shut as delicious sensations bombarded her from every direction.
Then his fingers, long and immeasurably talented, joined in the action between her legs. He was so slow and deliberate, going at his own pace, despite her demands. And she fucking loved every second of it.
He held his tongue tight against her clit as he sank three fingers inside her. In and out. The sensations inside her twisted tighter and tighter, pushing her higher and higher.
Until she broke, splintering into a million jagged pieces.”
Source: A Legend in the Baking
“His shoulders. She doesn’t recognize his shoulders either. How could she have thought he’d grown, the evening he came home? It’s the opposite, he’s shrunk.”
Source: Winter Flowers
“His shrill cries flood the forest like light engulfing a silhouette.”
“His silence had already spoken a thousand words.”
Source: The Manhattanville Incident: An Undead Novel
“His silence had begun as something protective, but over the years it has transformed into something near oppressive, something that manages him rather than the other way around. Now he cannot find a way out of it, even when he wants to.”
Source: A Little Life
“His silence had begun as something protective, but over the years it has transformed to something near oppressive, something that manages him rather than the other way around. Now he cannot find a way out of it, even when he wants to. He imagines he is floating in a small bubble of water, encased on all sides by walls and ceilings and floors of ice, many feet thick. He knows there is a way out, but he is unequipped; he has no tools to begin his work, and his hands scrabble uselessly against the ice’s slick. He had thought that by not saying who he was, he was making himself more palatable, less strange. But now, what he doesn’t say makes him stranger, an object of pity and even suspicion.”
Source: A Little Life
“His silence helps him come off as something of a seer, a whispering muse.”
Source: Approaching Ali: A Reclamation in Three Acts
“His silence made even the white mask seem melancholic.”
Source: The Mill House Murders
“His silence made her lift one shoulder defensively. If he was trying to intimidate her, he was doing a first-rate job. Just when she was going to say something else- she didn't know what, but something that would crush this beast and his pretensions- he started forward.
At once she realized she had named him correctly. He was a beast. He moved like a panther on the prowl, all smooth and leggy- and he prowled toward her. The closer he got, the bigger he seemed, tall and broad at the shoulder. He seemed an element of nature, a rugged mountain, a powerful sea- or a beast, a huge, ruthless beast who kept his claws hidden until he chose to use them.
In a moment of panic, the imposter thought, My God, Madeline, what have you let me in for?”
Source: One Kiss From You
“His silence said more than mercy ever could.”
Source: The Fallen Prince: Book Two of the Crystal Realms Saga
“His silent, stony face was only inches away now. He was so near, so terribly near – and then he moved to close the last bit of distance.”
Source: Storm and Silence
“His silver skin laced with his golden blood.”
Source: Macbeth
“His sins are not forgiven by God, who has sinned mother, father, and teacher”
“His sister, clad in a high-necked white lace gown, was silhouetted against a row of black and purple robes. Poppy looked angelic, bathed in light from a narrow rectangular window, a veil cascading down her back from a neat coronet of white rosebuds.”
Source: Tempt Me at Twilight
“His sister had been sent down to the village to ask Mistress Garlick the witch how you stopped spelling recommendation.”
Source: Guards! Guards!: (Discworld Novel 8)
“His sister, in a big turquoise Angora sweater, leaned upon the wood frame of the open nursery door, anxiously looking out to see if he was really going to show, beaming and waving like a pastel colored TV Muppet when she spotted him.”
Source: Jerusalem
“His sister-in-law Sylvia represented for him unceasing, unsleeping activities of a fantastic kind.”
Source: Parade's End
“His sister liked to think of herself as Lord Tywin with teats, but she was wrong. Their father had been as relentless and implacable as a glacier, where Cercei was all wildfire, especially when thwarted.”
Source: A Feast for Crows: A Song of Ice and Fire: Book Four
“His sister sailed in, then screeched to a halt on her extremely high heels. He wasn't sure why she bothered wearing them. The stilettos were long and lethal enough to kill a rhino, and Pet would still have trouble getting on half the rides at Disneyland Paris.”
Source: Battle Royal
“His sister. Sweet. But a seventeen-year-old in a gorgeous new dress does not want to be told by any sort of prince, Rescuing or Regular, that she reminds him of his eleven-year-old sister.”
Source: Waking Beauty
“His sisters had posters of Henney plastered all over their bedroom walls, had even established a man-beauty scale of one to Henney.”
Source: The Kiss Quotient
“His sixth year, it seemed to him, had lasted a remarkably long time and there were points at which he frankly wondered whether he would ever turn seven. But now it was the night before his birthday, and barring some cosmic disaster, the advent of some unexpected black hole into which the earth might be sucked, with the attendant reversal or suspension of time, in very few hours he would be waking up to a world in which he was numbered among the seven-year-olds.”
Source: Bertie's Guide to Life and Mothers
“His skin, kissed by warmth and shadow, gleamed with a luster that made every curve and dip of his body arresting, each droplet accentuating the depth of his complexion like scattered stars against midnight.”
“His skin’s so tanned he could be Turkish or something”
Source: The Bone Clocks
“His skin was a pretty colour, it made me jealous. Jacob noticed my scrutiny. What?" he asked, suddenly self-conscious. "Nothing. I just hadn't realised before. Did you know, you're sort of beautiful?" Once the words slipped out, I worried that he might take my implusive observation the wrong way. But Jacob rolled his eyes. "You hit your head pretty hard, didn't you?" "I'm serious." Well, then, thanks. Sort of." I grinned. "You're sort of welcome.”
“His skin was darker than I'd remembered- golden now, rather than pale.
Pale, from being locked Under the Mountain for fifty years. I scanned him, searching for any sign of the massive, membranous wings- the ones he'd admitted he'd loved flying with. But there was none. Just the male, smirking at me.
And that too-familiar expression- 'How dare you-'
Rhys snorted. 'I certainly missed that look on your face.' He stalked closer, his movements feline, those violet eyes turning subdued- lethal. 'You're welcome, you know.'
'For what?'
Rhys paused less than a foot away, sliding his hands into his pockets. The night didn't seem to ripple from him here- and he appeared, despite his perfection, almost normal. 'For saving you when asked.'
I stiffened. 'I didn't ask for anything.'
His stare dipped to my hand.
Rhys gave no warning as he gripped my arm, snarling softly, and tore off the glove. His touch was like a brand, and I flinched, yielding a step, but he held firm until he'd gotten both gloves off. 'I heard you begging someone, anyone, to rescue you, to get you out. I heard you say no.'
'I didn't say anything.'
He turned my bare hand over, his hold tightening as he examined the eye he'd tattooed. He tapped the pupil. Once. Twice. 'I heard it loud and clear.'
I wrenched my hand away. 'Take me back. Now. I didn't want to be stolen away.'
He shrugged. 'What better time to take you here? Maybe Tamlin didn't notice you were about to reject him in front of his entire court- maybe you can now simply blame it on me.'
'You're a bastard. You made it clear enough that I had... reservations.'
'Such gratitude as always.”
Source: A Court of Mist and Fury
“His sleep Was aery light, from pure digestion bred.”
Source: The Poetical Works of John Milton
“His slut of a cousin, his cocksucking, suit-wearing, Montblanc-up-theass cousin Saxton the Magnificent, was standing next to the queen, looking like a combination of Cary Grant and some model in a goddamn cologne ad.
Not that Qhuinn was bitter.
Because the guy was sharing Blay’s bed.
Nah.
Nope. Not at all.”
Source: Lover Reborn
“His small but showy comb seemed to grow in courage with each move he took.”
Source: Ebba, the first Easter Hare (SPRING)
“His small compliments and offhand remarks formed a new scripture, and in breathless conversations and lonely, dream-drunk nights they built whole theologies from them.”
Source: The Blind Contessa's New Machine
“His smell infuses your body with lust, his eyes drive you crazy, his hair begs to be touched to feel its softness, and his sensual, tender lips crush your willpower and make you his slave forever.You, but not me.”
Source: Monogamy Book One. Lover
“His smell—the scent of a demon, cinnamon incense, amber musk—wrapped around me, filled my lungs. I felt like I could breathe again, without every breath being tainted by the stench of dying cells. The smell of him seemed to coat my abused insides with peace, and flow down into the middle of my body to spread through my veins. I filled my lungs again. While I could, before what was undoubtedly a hallucination vanished.”
“His smile and beautiful green eyes drew me in and made my knees weak..."You know, my heart almost stopped when you kissed me.”
Source: Half Moon
“His smile banished my loneliness and limbed the hollows of my anema with starlight, pure and bright...his touch hummed in my bones like an aria -- a song to my dance, a beginning of a promise.”
Source: The Star-Touched Queen
“His smile became a bit wild, and before I could brace myself, he grabbed my arm. There was a blinding, quick pain, and my scream sounded in my ears as bone and flesh were shattered, blood rushed out of me, and then-
Rhysand was still grinning when I opened my eyes. I hadn't any idea how long I'd been unconscious, but my fever was gone, and my head was clear as I sat up. In face, the mud was gone, too. I felt as if I'd just been bathed.
But then I lifted my left arm.
'What have you done to me?'
Rhysand stood, running a hand through his short, dark hair. 'It's custom in my court for bargains to be permanently marked upon flesh.'
I rubbed my left forearm and hand, the entirety of which was now covered in swirls and whorls of black ink. Even my fingers weren't spared, and a large eye was tattooed in the centre of my palm. It was feline, and it's slitted pupil stared right back at me.
'Make it go away,' I said, and he laughed.
'You humans are truly grateful creatures, aren't you?'
From the distance, the tattoo looked like an elbow-length lace glove, but when I held it close to my face, I could detect the intricate depictions of flowers and curves that flowed throughout to make up a larger pattern. Permanent. Forever.
'You didn't tell me this would happen.'
'You didn't ask. So how am I to blame?' He walked to the door but lingered, even as pure night wafted off his shoulders. 'Unless this lack of gratitude and appreciation is because you fear a certain High Lord's reaction.'
Tamlin. I could already see his face going pale, his lips becoming thin as the claws came out. I could almost hear the growl he'd emit when he asked me what I had been thinking.
'I think I'll wait to tell him until the moment's right, though,' Rhysand said. The gleam in his eyes told me enough. Rhysand hadn't done any of this to save me, but rather to hurt Tamlin. And I'd fallen into his trap- fallen into it worse than the worm had fallen into mine.”
Source: A Court of Thorns and Roses
“His smile becomes wider, and he takes a step closer, eyes me up and down, and then he whispers in my ear, his voice low and so sexy. "What if I tell you that I think you're pretty cute when you're flustered?"
Wait. Does he like me? I must be dreaming. I want to squeal, but instead, I blush and rely on humor to hide my true feelings. "I'm definitely going to have to talk to the owner about that one. We have policies in place regarding sexual harassment, you know."
"We could break them."
"What are you saying?"
"I think you had me that first day I walked into the kitchen. I've been dreaming about seeing you in those shorts again.”
Source: The Spice Master at Bistro Exotique
“His smile bore the same relation to a real smile as false teeth do to real teeth.”
Source: Black Lamb and Grey Falcon
“His smile brought back the best times, sweet memories of nights together... stirring up those old feelings that got me thinkin' bout forever.”
“His smile dimmed, and he dropped his voice to a whisper. 'This is a real secret. You can't tell anyone. When I was little, I glamoured my mortal sister. I made her hit herself, a lot of times, over and over, and I laughed while she did. It was awful of me, and I never told her that I regretted it. I am afraid of making her remember. She might get really mad.”
Source: The Stolen Heir
“His smile got even bigger. "Yeah, Ace, a day of you cryin' in my arms, sleepin' in my arms, kissin' you, feelin' your body, smellin' your hair, your perfume, only so much a man can take. I ran for an hour, hard, didn't even fuckin' warm up, it didn't touch it. Come back, deal with that fuckwad, (that's her ex) and you're standin' there, all legs and hair, wearin' my shirt. Seriously. Only so much a man can take.”
Source: Sweet Dreams
“His smile grew, and the dimple appeared and … and I kissed him. I rested my body against him, at an angle so I didn’t squish the cat, and thought, Here is my happiness. Here is my reason to survive. Here is my home.”
Source: Night Broken
“His smile is a stranger resting on a haunted face, only coming out for poisons turning him into a ghost.”
Source: The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
“His smile is beautiful. It's the kind of smile that can take away all nervousness and tension in a room, no matter how big. I have no choice but to smile back.”
Source: A Tragic Heart
“His smile is laced with dynamite.”
“His smile is like the silver plate on a coffin.”
“His smile is too beautiful for this world, and I am dying of love.”
Source: The Queen of Bright and Shiny Things
“His smile lit the world, slipped a sharp shard of glass through the soft space below my sternum.”