Quotes from Shana Abé

Lia whispered, I don't snore. And the thief angled his gaze warm to hers, offering his lazy smile. Aye, love, but if you did, I'd still treasure every one.

It wasn't an itch. It was a sickness. It was poison blazing through him, thinking of her all the time, watching her, touching her, wanting and wanting and wanting until his mind went black.

She did what she could for him. She kissed him in return. She lost her breath and both her hearts, and finally Turned to smoke and back.

Something inside his chest unlocked--wildly, slowly, a peculiar sort of melting. He was lost. He was the thorn and the thistle, blown upon her breeze. He felt, strangely enough, staring into her yes, like he was going to weep.

But this man...this powerful, lovely man was not afraid of her. He was also a beast, and an earl, which seemed to be something like a prince in this country, and he was not afraid. And he was tender, and he was strong, and he was drakon .

He mouthed the words to her that she could not see, and that she could not hear. It was all he dared tonight, strangers in a castle, strangers to this land, their future a great black question mark and an ending he could not foresee. He bent his lips to her ear and said without breathe: Lia-heart. Little dragon. I love you too.

I am wed now. My husband is Zane. I'm sorry.

Your Grace: Others come. Prepare for Invasion. —M.

Your Royal Grace, Forgive my boldness. If I might inquire: How old are you? —Kimber

Lia, all that I am is what I do. I'm not meant for a tame sort of life, to dwell in bucolic splendor. I'm a city rat. I ache for it. I was made for it. And I wouldn't expect you to live as I do. I wouldn't want that for you. But its all I have to offer. Then--I accept. He brought a hand to his forehead and began to laugh. Its like being snared in a sugartrap. You wont listen.

There's a word for this in English, he mused, still soft. I can't recall it. I've made you a...a fallen women. Yes? Yes, I agreed, still smiling. Thank you ever so much. It's been entirely my pleasure, he said in Romanian, and I turned my face into his sleeve and began to laugh.

nothing helped tea. It simply was what it was, which was boiling hot and flavorless.

You snore." "I don't!" "Only a little. Very ladylike snores. I found them charming.

Tender creatures, these aristocrats. Who would have guessed?

You're not human, Eleanore Jones. I think that somewhere inside you, you must know that. You must always have known. You're not made of ordinary bone or blood but of something else completely." "Really. What am I of, then? Kelp and jellyfish, I suppose?" "You are made of magic." He said it in an absolutely unremarkable way, as if instead he'd just said, I had coffee this morning or the floor needs mopping.

You called me," I whispered. "And you came," Jesse Holms answered, a green-eyed glance back at me, a half smile that dissolved my bones. Then we were moving hand in hand down the rotting plank stairs.

Bundled in my shawl and uniform, I might have been partaking in any one of Mrs. Westcliffe's permitted after-supper al fresco activities, like: Strolling to the edge of the rose garden to admire the sunset. Strolling to the edge of the orchard to admire the sunset. Strolling to the edge of the bridge to admire the sunset. At England's foremost educational opportunity for young women, strolling to the brink of things was allowed. Leaving the green-plunging beyond brinks-was not.

I would give up all the summers of eternity for you. I love you. Forever and my summer days, I'll love you.

I love you. At your best and your worst, I love you. Paris or Darkfrith. Here, there, and everywhere, I love you.

Love is a tremendous gift… a gift and a burden. Marriage especially is more than just hope and luck and a handshake. Marriage is work, enormous work, because it's a living entity that needs everlasting attention. It will push you and bend you and test you, and if you're not prepared for any of that, it will shatter you.

I hate it here. I hate everyone here. I hate that I am so different. I love it here and I want to belong and I know that I never will.

There is a fierce joy to letting loose, to cutting yourself free from all the countless mundane threads of restraint that fix like you in your place, that tighten so gradually day by day that you do not even realize how bowed you are until you're quit of them.

There were seven of them. They smiled seven identical smiles, and the message behind each was identical, as well. It read: bloodbath.

We pretended to be of mud instead of stars. We pretended not to fly.