Quotes About Othman

Othman was nearby, causing trouble, no doubt. Perhaps he'd found another youthful Grigori like herself to seduce and corrupt.

Uttering a cry of disgust, Verity put her hands against her eyes and turned away. She did not intend to turn into Othman's arms, but he'd positioned himself accurately. He felt strong and reassuring.

Daniel was in danger, he was sure of it, and Othman was involved.

Othman admired the boy's saintly composure, his innocent dignity. He knew he had made the right choice.

He could feel the mounting power around him, familiar yet so alien. He could hear the sound of Othman's feet padding round him on the stone floor, which sounded more like the clopping of hooves. If he surrendered himself, he would be lost, yet the urge to surrender was great

Owen." Othman stroked his face, rubbed his arm. "Don't fight me. Lily hasn't. Lily knows me now. Lily trusts me.

He had an urge to tell Othman about Daniel, how he sensed something unusual and powerful about the boy, how he brought him to this place in the hope of making something happen. The only problem was he didn't know exactly what he was hoping would happen. Although he suspected Othman might be able to advise him on these activities, he shrank from betraying too much.

My dalliance with these waifs might be short, Othman thought, but not without refreshment.