Quotes from Ronlyn Domingue

why, it beats so i can love you.

It was the kind of love you have for someone because you'll die inside if you don't love something.

What sweetness lies in wait each time I bring your lips to mine, a confection so perfect that its syrup infuses my daydreams and beomes real when I close my eyes. Razi (From The Mercy of Thin Air)

Her reaction signaled that his memory had the power to destroy.

Almost instinct, the way an animal knows the members of its pack, a baby knows her mother, two people flood with a mysterious urge to embrace as lovers.

Sir, married or unmarried, all women bleed.

But you know what, baby, that's how you know you love someone with all your heart, when the world get so cold without them.

With each butterfly´s arrival, there´s a chance for me to be the adult incarnation of the little girl in the picture book I once loved.

There is a difference between compromise and compromising. One allows for negotiation. The other undermines who you are.

Throughout the night, a part of him always touched a part of her.

The Guardians perceived cycles, not finality.

It all came back. Every bone in my body turned hot. Then I couldn't make it stop. All those memories. Whatever kept them stored away broke. There was a rush of sensation through me, then nothing. And for days afterward, I'd get overwhelmed with a sound or the way my shirt rubbed against my arm or a smell. Like my body remembered and reminded the rest of me.

You knew you couldn't reason with him. Not in the state he'd created for himself.

They understood that the innate emotions of humans were mutable. Anger didn't have to lead to violence, hate to cruelty, fear to oppression. There was a space for change between what words were said and what deeds were done.

As long as their fear of the dragon is stronger than their greed, this is a reasonable loss, said he. What's concerned us is that someone will become bold and organize a way to maim or kill her. The hoard is only metals and jewels. Nothing essential to life. Egnis's mystery is.

You were perplexed by the women who came up to your swollen body. Remove your hands, you wanted to say. Don't touch me. What a blessing, they said. What a blessing? No, you were an animal, you thought, a heatless bitch, ewe, cow, doe. You carry one of your own kind. The conception is nothing. That happens whether chosen or not. It is the persistence of life. One is begotten. One begets.

To see a spiderweb was a matter of awareness. You noticed that you shared a space with the creature. You had a choice to leave it alone, destroy it, or engage with it.

They weren't surprised that you had gone to find the truth about the dragon and its treasure. Such curiosity is reasonable, said an elder woman. They all nodded.

You felt like a beast, but you weren't simply one. Once you accepted the pregnancy was yours to bear, you did become vigilant. They were to grow. You were to tend them. But you were mystified by other women's joyfulness at your condition. You remembered overhearing, as a girl, their talk of how a young woman would hear a coo one day that would turn her soft and make her want a baby. Such a thing had never happened to you.