Quotes from Jenelle Leanne Schmidt

Olifur licked his lips and gave a small croak. "Please, sir." His voice came out in a thin, wavering stream. "May I have some more?

Dojhur listened carefully, not interrupting, until the story had finished. "You're lucky," he said at last. "At least you knew your parents." Olifur frowned. "Didn't you?" Dojhur shook his head, his expression melancholy. "Both died before I was born, I think." Olifur nodded, then paused, tilting his head to one side as he pondered how such a thing might be possible.

Caution and I are old friends," Marik replied. "She's kept me alive and out from behind prison bars. I trust her.

Rest assured, gentlemen, if our paths ever cross again, it won't just be your weapons that burn.

That's the way dreams can be, son. The reality of them can sneak up on you. Doesn't mean you shouldn't follow them, though. It just means that sometimes there are things you have to give up in order to do so.

He let out a harsh chuckle in the solitary darkness. When had anything ever gone as planned? But a man could dream of freedom. Even a man such as him.

Same old Wynn. Pirates could descend from the rafters now, but they wouldn't bother Wynn one bit. He'd probably just absent-mindedly ask them if they would mind keeping their swashbuckling down a bit.

He did not know how things were going to end, but he now knew that even in the midst of the darkest night, there was always a shard of light.

He glanced over the side of the ship, and his stomach clenched. The ground was approaching much too fast. There was less fuel than they had realized. A scream pierced the air.

Mouse scurried to catch up with her, trying to match his strides to her long, fluid gait. She glanced down at his shabby garments and smudged face. "You'd best make certain nobody sees you with me," she reminded him. "You look like a street urchin." "I am a street urchin." He smirked up at her. "You were a street urchin.

it was nice to have someone cheering wholeheartedly for him the way that only a sibling could.

They could not make out the exact words coming from their captain's mouth, but it was fairly clear he wasn't reciting poetry.

The cruiser was his prize, and he'd fall to his death before he let another group of marauders steal what he had rightfully commandeered.

Somehow, she knew the thought of an apology would never cross his mind. He was fae. In his mind, everything that had transpired was just and reasonable, even if it made no sense to her.

Clasping the unconscious girl to her, Echo's terror of the ocean abruptly suffocated beneath the fear of losing her sister, of Jana dying here on the sand, only a few feet from what would save her.

But the last of her strength had gone, and even if she had, in the last moments, managed to overcome her fear of the sea, she could no more move Jana any closer to the ocean than she could grow scales and breathe fire.