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“This is why it’s perilous to ignore a librarian.”
― The Mark of the Tala
― The Mark of the Tala
“Something in us recognizes magic when we encounter it. Whether we believe in it consciously or not. It affects us and the choices we make.”
― Master of the Opera Act 1: Passionate Overture
― Master of the Opera Act 1: Passionate Overture
“Believe me, I know. I used to think that it only happened once, your single opportunity to make good. But now I think - no, know - that love is abundant. That's Glorianna's gift to us. That we love, over and over, many times and many people. You're one of them. I love you, Ash."
He crossed to me, tentative, and lifted his hands to cup my naked breasts. "Your tits are so much larger,"he commented.”
― The Tears of the Rose
He crossed to me, tentative, and lifted his hands to cup my naked breasts. "Your tits are so much larger,"he commented.”
― The Tears of the Rose
“Strength is in bearing our wounds, living through them, and carrying forward regardless - not in pretending they never existed.”
― The Talon of the Hawk
― The Talon of the Hawk
“Shall we get to the subject at hand?” she
suggested in an even tone.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“Because the answer doesn’t matter. What I
do or do not believe has no bearing on our negotiations. We could
argue all night about our differences and it seems both our peoples
have wasted enough time doing that already. What terms do you
propose?”
“You don’t have an offer?”
She actually made snorting noise, at odds
with her regal poise. “No wonder you all spent so many days
discussing. If I’m not mistaken, you’re in the position of power.
It seems to me that this conversation should consist of you, the
conqueror, giving terms to me, the conquered—at which point I
attempt to weasel out whatever concessions I can.”
― Lonen's War
suggested in an even tone.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“Because the answer doesn’t matter. What I
do or do not believe has no bearing on our negotiations. We could
argue all night about our differences and it seems both our peoples
have wasted enough time doing that already. What terms do you
propose?”
“You don’t have an offer?”
She actually made snorting noise, at odds
with her regal poise. “No wonder you all spent so many days
discussing. If I’m not mistaken, you’re in the position of power.
It seems to me that this conversation should consist of you, the
conqueror, giving terms to me, the conquered—at which point I
attempt to weasel out whatever concessions I can.”
― Lonen's War
“Ami sniffed, then cooed at the baby. “You are the mostest beautiful, aren’t you? So precious, my darling. Where’s Ash? Ash, I need to have another baby.”
Ash, still wrestling Astar the bear cub while Stella clung to his back, her arms wrapped around his neck, throttling him as she chattered merrily, called back. “Right this minute? Because I’ll need to get undressed.”
― The Fate of the Tala
Ash, still wrestling Astar the bear cub while Stella clung to his back, her arms wrapped around his neck, throttling him as she chattered merrily, called back. “Right this minute? Because I’ll need to get undressed.”
― The Fate of the Tala
“She floated through gray mists, remembering them from before. Which helped her not fight them. Instead, she accepted the way the mists wrapped her in cocoons of enshrining silk that healed her, as if she were a butterfly, soon to emerge with damp wings and no more duties than kissing flowers. That might be lovely—a life of nothing but the sugar offered by flowers and the sun on her colorful self, bringing a sigh of joy to someone’s lips.
“Until a bird snapped you up.”
She knew that wry mind-voice, too. Chuffta, her Familiar. Memories came back faster this time, too—good.”
― Oria’s Gambit
“Until a bird snapped you up.”
She knew that wry mind-voice, too. Chuffta, her Familiar. Memories came back faster this time, too—good.”
― Oria’s Gambit
“Her lips parted, only breath hissing out. “I take it back. You are a fool.” He grinned at her. “I prefer ‘confident risk-taker.”
― Dark Wizard
― Dark Wizard
“You are so beautiful, Ursula,” he murmured, an extension of the pleased sound he made. “Sleek and long and impossibly lovely. So full of courage. Don’t blame me for loving you—I never had a chance.”
―
―
“Gabriel’s gaze flicked down at her excitedly heaving bosom, then up to her face again. He raised one brow sardonically. “Are you done now?”
“I believe so,” she replied as coolly as she could, drawing on her best Lady Veronica Elal poise. “Though I reserve the right to add additional counterarguments as they occur to me.”
― Bright Familiar
“I believe so,” she replied as coolly as she could, drawing on her best Lady Veronica Elal poise. “Though I reserve the right to add additional counterarguments as they occur to me.”
― Bright Familiar
“He saw the peril clearly, however. Since his magic had manifested, it had felt like he clung to a rapidly eroding slope of what had once been firm footing. With every step he took to embracing his magic and becoming Lord Phel, it seemed he lost sight of one more bit of integrity. This is how it happens. Give in to the power, and it gradually eats you alive until you have no humanity left.”
― Bright Familiar
― Bright Familiar
“Has Amelia talked to you of the . . . ways between a man and a woman?” I smiled to cover the laugh. Or between a man and a man or a woman and a woman, I wanted to remind him.”
― The Mark of the Tala
― The Mark of the Tala
“Isn’t that how these things begin, though? You abandon a bit of integrity to survive the moment, exchange what’s right for another day, another hour of security, telling yourself you’ll make it up later, but by then you’re midway down a slippery slope, gaining momentum for the chasm below.”
― Bright Familiar
― Bright Familiar
“I wouldn’t trade it. Any of it. Knowing you. Loving you. The greatest privilege of my life. Even knowing how it would end, I’d do it again.”
― The Talon of the Hawk
― The Talon of the Hawk
“We are all warriors in our own lives - fighting the battle to become who we most long to be.”
― The Crown of the Queen
― The Crown of the Queen
“As I became accustomed to his brooding visage, I read him better.”
― The Pages of the Mind
― The Pages of the Mind
“they”
― The Tears of the Rose
― The Tears of the Rose
“Gabriel went over like a felled tree, and Nic felt only a small stab of guilt as she nimbly stepped out of the way.”
― Dark Wizard
― Dark Wizard
“What is the difference,” he mused, “between appearing to be a thing and becoming it? I suspect if I act the role long enough, the clothes will begin to fit so well that I’ll forget I was ever pretending.”
― Bright Familiar
― Bright Familiar
“It occurs to me that one can only beat
one’s head against a wall for so long before determining that the
wall is harder than one’s head.”
― Lonen's War
one’s head against a wall for so long before determining that the
wall is harder than one’s head.”
― Lonen's War
“Instead, he whistled idly as the wizard and his miserable human caboose led him to a parlor done entirely in black on black. Really with this color scheme? Jadren liked black just fine, particularly in formal wear and lingerie on beautiful women, but this was too much. He was going to start referring to Sammael as House Over the Top.”
― Shadow Wizard
― Shadow Wizard
“I saw a butterfly feeding on a flowering vine. So beautiful, with great orange and black wings. I tried coaxing it onto my finger, though I didn’t think I could. To my utter delight, it worked. I held it up close so I could see the gorgeous colors. And it clutched my finger, crawling up my hand with those pricking hairy legs, this enormous insect. Before I thought, I shook it away as I would a spider.”
― The Mark of the Tala
― The Mark of the Tala
“He made you cry, then and just now. You’re a fierce, proud woman, Lady Veronica Phel. Anyone who hurts you enough to draw tears deserves to die.”
― Bright Familiar
― Bright Familiar
“It might be nice to do something really kinky—for us—and have sex in a bed for once,” she suggested with a saucy smile. “Unless you’re too tired for it.”
― Bright Familiar
― Bright Familiar
“Why was the practical person a woman?” he asked, amused by her, even as he scrutinized the join of the walls.”
― Dark Wizard
― Dark Wizard
“Nic, in her characteristically passionate fashion, was all in. No matter what it was or what he asked of her, she gave him everything of herself. Whether compelled by the Fascination, the bonding, or her quintessential self, she simply didn’t have it in her to do anything halfway. He couldn’t stop her or change that. In all truth, he didn’t want to. As much as he’d love to save her pain, he also wouldn’t change anything about her. All he could do, he was slowly beginning to realize, was to do his best to reciprocate. He could right the balance between them by giving her everything of himself in return.”
― Bright Familiar
― Bright Familiar
“What are we supposed to be doing?” Lonen
whispered, though High Priestess Febe had left the room.
“Meditating,” she hissed back.
“Yes, I heard that part. What in Arill does that mean?”
“Like… praying to your goddess. Silently,” she emphasized.
He was quiet for a few breaths, no more. “Now
what?”
She tried to suppress the laugh, but failed
so it choked out in a most unladylike sound. Lonen flashed a grin at her and she shook her head. “Keep doing it. And be quiet—she could come back at any time.”
“Why would I keep doing something I already
did?”
“You’re supposed to be contemplating!” She
tried to sound stern, but his complaints so closely echoed hers through the years that she couldn’t manage it.
“Contemplate what?” he groused. “I already
made the decision about the step I’m about to take. There’s no sense revisiting it.”
“Then pretend. It won’t be that much longer.”
He stayed quiet for a bit more, though he
shifted restlessly, looking around the room and studying the various representations of the moons, looking at her from time to time. That insatiable curiosity of his built, feeding into her sgath, slowly intensifying. She was so keenly aware of him, she
knew he’d speak the moment before he did.
“You don’t mind?” he asked.
“You talking when we’re supposed to be
meditating?”
“Do you always do what the temple tells you
to do?”
“Hardly ever,” she admitted. “But appearances
are critical. Especially now.”
He sighed and was quiet for a while. But his
question remained between them, tugging at her like Chuffta pulling her braids when he wanted attention. And it might be some time before Febe returned. She reached out with her sgath to keep tabs on the high priestess, who was indeed still in one of the inner sanctums, no doubt also meditating and preparing herself for the ritual.
“We have a little time and I’ll give us
warning,” she relented. “Do I mind what?”
“Not having a special dress, a big celebration. I don’t have a beah for you.”
“What is a beah ?”
“A Destrye gifts his bride with a beah and she wears it as a symbol of their marriage. I thought I’d have
time to find something to stand in place of it until I can give you a proper one. And that we’d have time to change clothes.”
“You look fine—I told you before.”
“I look like a Báran,” he grumped, then glared, annoyance sparking when she giggled. “It’s not funny.”
“Báran clothes look good on you,” she
soothed, much as she would Chuffta’s offended dignity. Perhaps males of all species were the same.
“Hey!”
She ignored Chuffta’s indignant response.
Lonen did look appealing in the silk pants and short-sleeved shirt, even though her sgath mainly showed her his exuberant masculine presence.
“Well, you deserve something better than that robe,” he replied. “And more than this hasty ceremony. Arill knows, Natly went on enough about the details of planning…” He trailed off, chagrin coloring his thoughts.
“Yeah,” she drawled. “Maybe better to not
bring up your fiancée during our actual wedding ceremony.”
“Former fiancée,” he corrected. “Really not even that. And this isn’t the ceremony yet—this is waiting around for it to start. My knees are getting sore.”
“And here I thought you were the big, bad warrior.”
“I am. Big, bad warriors don’t kneel. We charge about, swinging our weapons.”
She laughed, shaking her head at him. That
good humor of his flickered bright, charming her, banishing his perpetual anger to the shadowed corners of his aura. In the back of her mind, Febe moved. “She’s coming back. Not much longer. Try to
school your thoughts.”
― Oria’s Gambit
whispered, though High Priestess Febe had left the room.
“Meditating,” she hissed back.
“Yes, I heard that part. What in Arill does that mean?”
“Like… praying to your goddess. Silently,” she emphasized.
He was quiet for a few breaths, no more. “Now
what?”
She tried to suppress the laugh, but failed
so it choked out in a most unladylike sound. Lonen flashed a grin at her and she shook her head. “Keep doing it. And be quiet—she could come back at any time.”
“Why would I keep doing something I already
did?”
“You’re supposed to be contemplating!” She
tried to sound stern, but his complaints so closely echoed hers through the years that she couldn’t manage it.
“Contemplate what?” he groused. “I already
made the decision about the step I’m about to take. There’s no sense revisiting it.”
“Then pretend. It won’t be that much longer.”
He stayed quiet for a bit more, though he
shifted restlessly, looking around the room and studying the various representations of the moons, looking at her from time to time. That insatiable curiosity of his built, feeding into her sgath, slowly intensifying. She was so keenly aware of him, she
knew he’d speak the moment before he did.
“You don’t mind?” he asked.
“You talking when we’re supposed to be
meditating?”
“Do you always do what the temple tells you
to do?”
“Hardly ever,” she admitted. “But appearances
are critical. Especially now.”
He sighed and was quiet for a while. But his
question remained between them, tugging at her like Chuffta pulling her braids when he wanted attention. And it might be some time before Febe returned. She reached out with her sgath to keep tabs on the high priestess, who was indeed still in one of the inner sanctums, no doubt also meditating and preparing herself for the ritual.
“We have a little time and I’ll give us
warning,” she relented. “Do I mind what?”
“Not having a special dress, a big celebration. I don’t have a beah for you.”
“What is a beah ?”
“A Destrye gifts his bride with a beah and she wears it as a symbol of their marriage. I thought I’d have
time to find something to stand in place of it until I can give you a proper one. And that we’d have time to change clothes.”
“You look fine—I told you before.”
“I look like a Báran,” he grumped, then glared, annoyance sparking when she giggled. “It’s not funny.”
“Báran clothes look good on you,” she
soothed, much as she would Chuffta’s offended dignity. Perhaps males of all species were the same.
“Hey!”
She ignored Chuffta’s indignant response.
Lonen did look appealing in the silk pants and short-sleeved shirt, even though her sgath mainly showed her his exuberant masculine presence.
“Well, you deserve something better than that robe,” he replied. “And more than this hasty ceremony. Arill knows, Natly went on enough about the details of planning…” He trailed off, chagrin coloring his thoughts.
“Yeah,” she drawled. “Maybe better to not
bring up your fiancée during our actual wedding ceremony.”
“Former fiancée,” he corrected. “Really not even that. And this isn’t the ceremony yet—this is waiting around for it to start. My knees are getting sore.”
“And here I thought you were the big, bad warrior.”
“I am. Big, bad warriors don’t kneel. We charge about, swinging our weapons.”
She laughed, shaking her head at him. That
good humor of his flickered bright, charming her, banishing his perpetual anger to the shadowed corners of his aura. In the back of her mind, Febe moved. “She’s coming back. Not much longer. Try to
school your thoughts.”
― Oria’s Gambit
“What’s gone before is gone.”
“It will be when he’s dead,” Gabriel replied with grim purpose.
“Excuse me?” Completely taken aback, she’d nearly stammered in her shock.
“I resolved back then to find out the names of all three of those suitors who brutalized you—and to kill them.”
“But… but you can’t kill the House Sammael heir.” Curse it, now she was stammering.
“Watch me.” Gabriel’s eyes glittered with black hatred. The dark side of the moon. “They will not abuse my wife and live.”
― Bright Familiar
“It will be when he’s dead,” Gabriel replied with grim purpose.
“Excuse me?” Completely taken aback, she’d nearly stammered in her shock.
“I resolved back then to find out the names of all three of those suitors who brutalized you—and to kill them.”
“But… but you can’t kill the House Sammael heir.” Curse it, now she was stammering.
“Watch me.” Gabriel’s eyes glittered with black hatred. The dark side of the moon. “They will not abuse my wife and live.”
― Bright Familiar
“That was the Annfwn of the past, however. One that seemed doomed to be lost forever. And it would be all my fault that I hadn’t saved it.”
― The Fate of the Tala
― The Fate of the Tala
“But seriously, there must be plenty of people who don’t attend the academy for one reason or another.”
“Sure.” She ticked off the reasons on one hand. “Lack of magic, lack of connections, lack of money.” She slid him a look. “Lack of sense.”
― Bright Familiar
“Sure.” She ticked off the reasons on one hand. “Lack of magic, lack of connections, lack of money.” She slid him a look. “Lack of sense.”
― Bright Familiar
