Quotes from Shelly Thacker

Would a dead man touch you like this?

Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is not. ~ Henry van Dyke

Beware, lion's lady, for your predator is hungry tonight. He may not wait long before devouring you." "Devouring me?" she asked, challenge gleaming in her eyes. "What if I devour him first?

You have not known very many men." "I have no wish to know any others. I love this one.

One body, one breath, one love, united against any force that would tear them apart. Defiant in the face of time, fate, death, destiny.

There is not a man alive who would not want you.

When you find love, you must catch it close and hold it tight. Do not let it go so easily.

not within my memory." "All 300 years of it?" That comment earned her a frown. "My apologies," she amended lightly. "I supposed I should not tease you about being so old." "Nay, feel free." His slow smile flashed in the moonlight. "I would be happy to prove to you that I possess all the prowess and stamina of a man of 30. Mayhap I should demonstrate.

The only thing that can hurt me now is the thought of never knowing this feeling again. To never be able to touch you this way again...

I would be anyone if only I could be with you.

As he looked at her, she felt that flood of restlessness that she now knew was called desire.

So time, you see, is not so precise as many believe," Brynna was saying, lighting a candle. "It is not a solid thing, to be carved into days and hours at our bidding. It is fluid, liquid. It can change as easily as the sea changes, on one day calm and smooth, on another stormy and dangerous.

It took Celine a

What have I done?" he asked, his voice raw. "You used to be such a sane, sensible lady." "You took me on a journey into my own heart.

They should put their clothes on if they could find them which might be difficult in the darkness. He decided that could wait until dawn.

He had won. He could release her at any time. But her lips... those soft, sweet petals were parting tremulously at the touch of his tongue, and she was granting him entry to the warmth of her mouth. He thrust boldly inside, wanting but one taste of her. Only one.

As I have said, milady, I mean to keep you safe, not harm you. And it is not my habit to force myself on unwilling maidens." "Aye, pilgrim?" she asked dubiously. "Next you will tell me you are as chaste as a monk." She backed toward the door. A grin slowly eased the hard line of his mouth. "I did not say that.

She lifted her chin and returned his unyielding gaze. "Do what you will." His blue eyes darkened to the color of a moonlit sky. "You should be careful, milady, about issuing such an invitation.

Lauren closed her eyes, remembering how desperate she had been this morn in Chartres, how she had prayed for divine intervention to stop her wedding. She had never expected that intervention to be riding a black horse and wielding a sword.

Ciara, there are certain things a man does not ask of a lady." "You are not asking." "Aye.

I've tried to deny it even to myself... My heart and soul are filled with you.

Now that you made me a knight again", he said lightly, "I'll have to keep my mind on certain knightly virtues like chastity." Ciara could not remember that ever being a knightly virtue.

That when you have something important to do, you should simply do it. Because fear is a useless emotion that doesn't change anything." She rested her cheek against his chest. "And life is too short and too precious to spend any of it being afraid.

Ashiana… has no one ever told you?" He reached out to tilt her chin up, his touch as gentle as his voice. "I am not teasing when I call you sundar. Your eyes are the color of ocean waves in the morning sun. Your skin is like the silk the Hindus call 'the white of the clouds when the rain is spent.' And the rest of you…" His voice deepened. "… is delicate and feminine and perfect.