Quotes from Kinley MacGregor

I'm not allowed to walk topside, nor can I walk below deck. What could possibly be left for me to do? Oh, I know. Die from boredom! (Serenity)

I never thought I'd see the day you retreated from anything, least of all a mere slip of a woman. (Simon) And never did I think I would find a woman I wanted so badly. Beauty, you're a treacherous lure with a deadly hook, and this fish has no choice except to flee before it gets caught. (Draven)

My mother always said that you should share your troubles. If you let them out, then they are less likely to burden you, whereas if you keep them inside they fester your blood and taint your soul. (Emily)

Do I need to go for a stroll? (Sin) Nay. I'm merely trying to kill your brother. (Maggie)

You arrogant, apish, underhonest lewdster! (Maggie)

Your brother is a beslubbering, churlish, hell-governed princox, and I hope one day he gets the beating he deserves for it. (Maggie)

The only way to peace is to lay aside weapons. (Rowena) And the bloodiest of wars are often fought not with weapons, but rather with tongues. A man can heal an external wound a thousand times faster than he can heal even a small one dealt to his heart. You are a warrior, milady. You just choose a different forum for your battles, but you battle nonetheless. Like the men you hate so much, you hurt and wound. Have you given thought to why you fight the wars you do? (Zenobia)

Why are you so angry? I've come back for you and this is how you greet me? (Morgan) You've come back for me? Oh, how delightful. Shall I put on my best gown or should I just fall down on my knees in gratitude that you finally remembered I exist? (Serenity)

Please don't send me away, Serenity. I came back because I need you. I want us…you, me, and Nicholas…to have a life together. To build a house…and…and farm like Jake, or maybe buy a business. I no longer care where I live. I just want to be with you, Serenity. With you and with Nicholas forever. Please say yes. (Morgan)

Love really did conquer all–even two headstrong people who were bound to breed even more obstinate children for the future. But that was all right by her. After all, the world needed heroes who could wield both swords and words with equal skill.

Speak openly. There is no one I trust more than Lutian. (Adara) He's a half-wit, my queen. (Xerus) Half-wit, whole-wit, I have enough of them to know to keep silent. So speak, good counselor, and let the queen judge which of the two of us is the greater fool present. (Lutian)

Only a fool would be fighting them, my queen, and though I am a fool, I'm not that foolish. (Lutian)

Even before I went to the stable to find your men dead, I knew them for villains. (Lutian) Oh, and what made you think that? The swords in their hands? (Christian)

Why? (Lorelei) Because I…(Jack) You? (Lorelei) I…(Jack) For an eloquent man, Captain Rhys, you seem to be stymied for an answer. (Lorelei) Lorelei, I don't want any other man to ever touch you. (Jack)

And what would you have me say? (Lorelei) That you love me, too, would be nice. Especially given the fact that I look like a complete ass kneeling here in front of you while two hundred men watch. (Jack)

Safe by my strength. (Motto of the Clan MacNeely)

Downfall? How ominous you make it sound. There is no downfall being plotted. Merely a question being asked. (Callie) Aye, and empires have been splintered apart over the mere utterance of a single word. (Sin)

a woman ever needs know about men is that they are creatures of their codpieces. Appeal to their chausses and you will have complete control of them, for when their male piece is in control, their brain is not.

He ground his teeth together, the torture of it almost more than he could bear. The urge to pull her to him was overwhelming, but to do that would cost him dearly, for no doubt she would run out the door, damning him with every step. This was Lorelei, the artist, and she didn't see him as a man. Right now, he was about as human as the ridiculous fruit she'd painted in the past. And if he played along with her wants, perhaps she'd let him show her his...banana.

Do you intend to come over here and mount your horse, or are you wanting to stare at my backside for the rest of the day? (Ewan)

It just happened." Stryder narrowed his eyes. "Nay, Simon. Foul weather just happens. Disaster just happens." He glared meaningfully. "/Death/ just happens. But people do not get betrothed without design. You will get me out of this, or so help me I will have your head and your bullocks.

I happen to like being sad over nothing at all. I find it suits me. (Ewan) A smile would suit you better. My mother always says that a smile is dressing for the face. (Nora) And I always say the face, much like the body, is best left naked. (Ewan)

I was picking flowers. (Nora) And you think that handful of weeds was worth risking your life and wellbeing? (Ewan) My mother has oft told me that men have sacrificed their lives and kingdoms for a woman's smile, so why not risk the ire of a bear for a bouquet? (Nora)

Refinement. A man who is decorous and mannerly. One who is– (Nora) Boring. (Cat) How so? (Nora) Have you ever been around such men? They're mewling. Fussing over their hair, their cloths. They're more woman than man. (Cat)