Quotes About Elizabeth

The man Elizabeth had called her Elf never glanced down. His eyes sparkled in the lanterlight as he rubbed a glove forefinger against his thumb, and visibly came to a decision.

Mallory's face went briefly vague, as those of Exalts could do when they consulted their internal worlds.

Machiavelli's outlook had not been so much simplistic as limited by his times.

Her lips curved off a smile more wolf than fox.

Baines's smirk gave the words layers Kit did not care to think about.

Baines smiled, voice like a velvet glove across the back of Kit's neck.

Will thought of Hell, and a quiet garden, and tried not to let the troll see the cold sweat that dewed his forehead.

Mingan's disbelief couldn't have been more polite, or more archly evident. Strifbjorn loved him with all his heart.

Is this the side thou'rt choosing, then, sweet poet? After all the kindness of the Fae to thee?" "Kindness?" Kit snorted, not caring that Baines could see this lips. "Is that what thou callest it, my Queen?

stations we were near were slightly elevated. Oddly, in my experience, they all had tall chairs shaped for humans. The consoles

Cat eyed wampyr, and often a brief battle of wills the wampyr stood, surrendering the chair.

No, I know the Fae and their fondness. Fondness would not keep you from spilling my blood.

His breath streamed the air between them; he was grateful for the drama of the effect.

The bindings were calculated to do him very little harm, no matter how struggled.

Like her sister ships, the Montreal has a fatal attraction to gravity wells.

It came out in his posture, he thought, the way his chin and shoulders lifted. Mallory brought energy into any room.

When I leave the hall, I smell her before I see her, a scent that should be perfume. I know it is not.

I'd parasitize you, but my offspring might grow up to have your sense of humor.

Don Sebastien was beside her as silently as a cat in his patent-leather boots, dabs of mud marring their mirror shine.

Years of practice kept the ironic tinge from her voice.

The smile that curved lovely lips made Tristen shiver with memory.

Tis not as thou wert not noted for the occasional abrupt disappearance.

They writhed at her wrists, quicksilver loops of nanotech.

Keith was surprised that his own mount seemed singularly unimpressed by the hellbeast.