Quotes from Elizabeth Vaughan

Heath lost an argument with a porcupine in the castle gardens.

The Heart of the Plains is always beating.

Explain that good healers didn't stubbornly refuse to acknowledge their limits.

We laughed, then Keir took my hand. "I've something to show Lara down by the river. We will return." Marcus put his hands on his hips. "None of that, now. There's a celebration to start, and no time for 'showing' her—" Keir cut him off, as I blushed. "We'll be back in time." Marcus gave him an evil smile. "I'll have the first meats waiting." Keir grimaced, and grabbed my hand. "Come, Lara.

My eyes widened as I took in Rafe and Prest. Rafe seemed fine, but Prest. . . "Prest, you shaved your head!" Those long black braids were gone. Prest's bald head gleamed in the light. He shrugged and ran a hand over his baldness. "Easier to shave." He flashed me a smile. "It grows back. "Eventually," Rafe added. "Until then, I will need to protect my eyes from the glare.

We all like to think we're strong, until we are faced with our own loss.

Forever' means every day, every breath. Through the mistakes that we make, through the love that we share between our bodies, through illness we suffer, through sorrow, grief, and joy. All of it, Lara.

What was that?" He smiled, the wind catching his braids. "A teaching tool." "For children." Rafe shook his head. "For a quiet man, you can sure make someone froth at the mouth." Prest grinned.

apoplectic. I let them stew

His cock came out, and she blinked. "That? You're going to rape me with that?

Want to know the best part of being a warlord?' came a hoarse whisper. I bit my lip, puzzled by the question. Keir's mouth curled up slowly into a smile. 'I always get what I want.

May your balls rot like fruit in the sun, and your manhood wither at the root!

The only source of my power are the pages you hold and the words written thereon. As you read them, I hope the magic starts to work between my words and your imagination.

You are not property. If you choose to leave, no one will stop you.

You tried. That was all you could do. All any of us can do....

We all wish to protect our loved ones from pain. But part of loving is sharing....Sharing hopes and fears, pain and loss, bodies and minds. Why else love?

Fear Hold you still when you need to move, and moves you when you need to be still. Fear makes you silent when you need to be Loud, and Loud when you need silence. Fear closes your throat, makes it hard to breathe. Fear weakens your hand and blinds your eyes. Fear is a danger. Know your fear. Face your fear.

Fear makes you silent when you need to be loud and loud when you need silence.

You have only to hear my heartbeat to know that each beat is for you.

They take them from the plants and animals or the elements. Still Waters, Gentle Breeze, pah. Why not Dead Deer, or Rutting Ehat?

I tried to stay in the clear parts of the road, avoiding horse dung. Perhaps going barefoot had not been the wisest choice.

He glared at me and pointed at the plate of food. "Eat. I must return to the tent and see if Hisself requires anything." He smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Simus is telling his tall tales, and those city-dwellers are believing every word. I needs get back and poke holes in the bucket he carries his conceit in.

We of the Plains believe that our dead travel with us, ride along beside us, unseen and unknown, but knowing and seeing... Until the longest night. On that night, we mourn our dead, who are released to journey to the stars.

He leaned down and nuzzled my ear. "Ah, my Lara. I took you from your sheltered den, kitten." "No." I straightened, wiping my face. "I left my den and chased you, remember?