Quotes from Shana Abé

All that effort," he mused, "merely to avoid me. How gratifying.

She was spirit and presence, as rare and brilliant as snowflakes in sunlight, and he could not bring himself to harm her.

Lia: "You've changed your mind about wanting to marry me. You're afraid I'll burn down your home. Embarrass you in front of all the other city brutes." Zane: "I'm afraid," he said gently, "that you will burn down my heart.

I didn't ask you to catch me!" "You're so delightful when you're irrational. Of course I'm going to catch you." He slid a hand behind her nape and kissed her again. "It's what I do.

Trust you? Rue--trust you? You counterfeited your own death rather than wed me. You told me you'd rather die than stay in Darkfrith. I can't--I don't know how to fix that. I don't know how to mend it. Tell me." He took a step toward her. "Tell me, and I'll do it.

I confess, as much as I enjoyed you in breeches, you hold up that gown rather well." "You truly have stopped tying to be charming." "You're the most ravishing creature in the world, sweet Rue, even when hidden behind feathers and beads. How was that?

No Regrets.

You said I was pretty, before." "Did I?" A new laugh escaped him, mirthless. "How unoriginal. I must be the master of understatement. I think you're goddamned radiant, and you know it. Sometimes I think if I look at you too long I'll go blind, like a lunatic staring straight into the sun. No," he said in a savage undertone, and let the gown fall back to the floor. "You're not pretty.

Under the spell of the mighty Carpathians, with the breath of her creation blowing over her heart, Amalia's Gift splintered. She was given two futures: one dark, one bright, the same mortal lover pulling her two-handed into each. Every step she took lured her closer to the dark.

In the dark he glimmered with starlight. When they altered directions the swelling hush of the wind filled her ears, but when they glided, when they rode the wings of the air itself, she heard only him . The whispered resonance of his flight, respiration, heartbeat. Quiet. As if the cosmos had never held anything but them, as if above and below, in all the black glittering solitude of the universe, there would never be anyone else but them.

He felt beyond himself. He felt for the first time in his adult life a shadow of fear in his heart--fear for her, for what he actually wanted from her--and for himself, for what he might do.

I won't trouble you long," said Maricara. "No doubt you have all manner of pressing plans to consider. Spies to engage. Betrayals to enact. That sort of thing." "Only on Sundays," Kim replied. "It's Tuesday. We're discussing stealing sweetmeats from small children today.

Is that why you came?' 'No, I came because I simply can't get enough of people looking down their noses at me. The girls at school are getting frightfully lax about it.' 'Are they? How remiss of them. We're taught from the cradle how to look down our noses, you know, we rich sons of bitches. Perhaps Westcliffe's curriculum is a tad too liberal these days.

He'd never liked tea. It seemed somewhat ridiculous to him, to interrupt his day with miniature cakes and dry, crustless sandwiches, and fragile china that always seemed about to snap in half between his fingers. Tea, Kimber reasoned, was a feminine invention, ruled by females of a certain type: ruffled, beribboned, and iron-willed.

I love you. Even more than gold and dreams, I love you. It seems insane you haven't realize it. You were the one who first informed me of it.

I don't want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don't want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want . . . a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.

I heard what you said. I'm not the silly romantic you think. I don't want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don't want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want…a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.

You do speak." It came out as an accusation. "When there's someone around worth speaking to.

My dowry is thirty-five. A year." His brows climbed. "You're joking." "I would never joke about money with a notorious thief. Just imagine, in a mere two years you're at a profit." "How I adore a woman who does mathematics in her head." "I can forge signatures as well." "Splendid. Exactly the bride I've been hoping for.

You're naught but a human man. You couldn't possibly understand." He lifted a brow, still smiling. "Liar." "Cutpurse." "Runaway." "Swindler! "Coward," he said softly, and she jerked back. "Bastard!" "Undoubtedly true." He made a short bow.

I would have done anything. Don't you know that?" "No." "Then you haven't been paying close attention. I love you. Even more than gold and dreams, I love you. It seems insane you haven't realized it. You were the one who first informed me of it." "I broke your leg," she said

I want. . . a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.

I want to love, and be loved.