Quotes from Marianne Curley

Now she smiles as if I'm her favorite chocolate bar. "And I love you, Jordan.

Not to know what happened before you were born is always to remain a child. For what is a man's life if it is not linked with the life of future generations by memories of the past?

He says, I have loved you since the first moment I saw you. I wanted you then, and when I thought you didn't want me, I turned my love into hate. Ethan... Before I say another word his mouth comes down over mine and he kisses me.

For a moment Ethan simply stares. Before him is the monster of his nightmares: his sister's murderer, the beast who robbed him of his greatest love. How easy, how fulfilling would it be to take Marduk's life? But the arrow in Ethan's fingers slips to the ground. No. even revenge is too great an honor for you. As the night falls and brings an end to this long day of darkness, Marduk inhales his last staggered breath and his body turns to stone.

Nothing will be resolved here. Nothing is ever resolved without war. It is the way of the universe.

Isabel sends her brother a look that could boil him in oil if she had that particular paranormal talent. A thought hits me: maybe she has. It will be fun to find out.

Not to know what happened before you were born is always to remain a child. For what is a man's life if it is not linked with the life of future generations by memories of the past?

Grief and passion make a volatile mix.

The cottages are full of life. It's incredible to think they are filled with people who know nothing of computerised technology, nor even running water, sewage systems or electricity. And yet here they live. Surviving.

The price for Jarrod's freedom is to be my imprisonment.

I did a research assignment on life in the Middle Ages only last year. I found the era fascinating, all that chivalry and court romance. But I never pictured anything as poor as this village. This is the pits. There's no romance here, definitely no chivary. And it stinks--of sweat and smoke and sewage.

I recall the look in Rhauk's eyes the moment he spotted Kate. It will stay with me forever, carved into my brain like an engraving on a headstone. It's as if he found something he treasured, something he's been looking for all his life.

Blood trickles from my throat, on to Kate's white nightgown. She screams at the sight. 'Jarrod, you're bleeding!' 'I'm all right, don't struggle I won't let it get to you.

I push throughthe wind to the north-facing window and stand before it. 'I will bring her back!' I shout into the darkness. I do this because I know Rhauk will be listening.

Darkness at Blacklands is scary.

Malcom clears his throat and Jarrod spins around, Jillian's amulet reflecting the morning sun. 'Kate!

I sense a deep despair inside this boy that must be hard to live with.

Well, Gascon, I'm going to miss your long blue hair. How on earth will I find you in a crowd now?

Looking straight into Rochelle's eyes he adds, I don't cave in to temptation.

I won't show weakness here, but, damn it, tears don't mean I'm frail and pathetic, only that I'm unhappy.

Now she smiles as if I'm her favorite chocolate bar. And I love you, Jordan.

Being Married does´t mean you have to give up your sight!

Her eyes are liquid and draining out of her.

Frowning, puzzled, I cross my arms over my chest. Go to hell. His eyebrows lift as he draws near enough so that I can accept his offer of wine, and smell his pungent breath. Not without you, my dear