Finley Fenn > Quotes

“I pledge you my troth, Aulis Gerrard. I grant you my axe, and my favour, and my fealty. I shall honour you, and care for you, and keep you safe. For as long as I bear breath.”
― Finley Fenn, The Fall of the Orc

“You are the fairest gift ever to greet my eyes," he said, quiet, intent. "You are a bright jewel, a flame in winter, a blade new from the forge. It shall be pure joy to walk my home by your side, and flaunt such a rare prize.”
― Finley Fenn, The Heiress and the Orc

“Ég mun virða og dá þig,” Filak murmured, as his eyes glimmered on hers. “Ég mun veita þér öryggi, kærleika og lífshamingju svo lengi sem ég lifi.”
― Finley Fenn, The Artist and the Orc

“Then come to my home, my fierce little witch," he purred, "and show me all you can do.”
― Finley Fenn, The Midwife and the Orc

“Filak says he knew,” Julian whispered. “When he saw you there, in his forefathers’ long-lost home, he knew you were his mate. And he would do whatever it took to bind you to him, and keep you as his own. Forever.”
― Finley Fenn, The Artist and the Orc

“W-where am I?” Rosa asked, her voice raspy and hoarse,”
― Finley Fenn, The Librarian and the Orc

“Daisy’s heartbeat stuttered, and she froze in the bed, her eyes snapping to Filak’s face. To how he was still looking at her with those dark, shadowed eyes, his mouth tight and sad. “Ég veit að ég var grimmur,” he said. “Ég hefði átt að vera betri.”
― Finley Fenn, The Artist and the Orc

“Fine,” he snapped, though his voice was hoarse. “But if you kill me, or betray me, I’m haunting you forever. With your goddess as my witness.”
― Finley Fenn, The Fall of the Orc

“Ég vil bara fá að tala,” he said, fast and clipped. “Til að biðjast afsökunar.”
― Finley Fenn, The Artist and the Orc

“Here is truth, woman,” he said. “I sent Nattfarr to you, on this night of your party. His quest was to rebuild a mating-bond with you, and seek to sire a son upon you.”
― Finley Fenn, The Heiress and the Orc

“Nei, Daisy, it said. Mine.”
― Finley Fenn, The Artist and the Orc

“You are so pure, my brave one,” he whispered. “You are all I have ever dreamt of.”
― Finley Fenn, The Duchess and the Orc

“Ach, woman, I wish for you," he said, his voice rough. "More than I have ever wished for any other. You are so pretty, so sweet. So... true.”
― Finley Fenn, The Duchess and the Orc

“I am sorry, Daisy,” he whispered, the words flaring like a touch against her skin. “Ég mun vinna mér inn traust þitt aftur og endurheimta hjarta þitt sem mitt eigið.”
― Finley Fenn, The Artist and the Orc

“He would read them to her. It was enough to snap Rosa’s watery eyes up to his, searching for the truth of that — and here, whirling to life in her stunted-feeling brain, was the realization that this — this was indeed exactly what she needed.”
― Finley Fenn, The Librarian and the Orc

“Ég vil heyra, Daisy,” he said, his voice hollow. “For you, sólin mín. Sálugjald.”
― Finley Fenn, The Artist and the Orc

“You foul little wench,” he hissed. “No wonder our Right Hand only uses you for his pleasure, and refuses to truly take you as a mate, or grant you his son. Shame, for otherwise I should wait and pray for the day we run a Skai rut upon you, whilst you scream and weep and plead at our feet!”
― Finley Fenn, The Maid and the Orcs

“Look, Your Grace, I’m flattered,” he’d said, “but I’ve already got a steady guy twice my size, and he’d tear me a new arsehole if he knew I was at it with you. He’s already hard enough on me as it is, yeah?”
― Finley Fenn, The Fall of the Orc

“Listen to this. These days with you have been a great joy. A bright gift to me. You have shown yourself kind and loyal and hungry and sweet and true. You have honoured me again and again. But —” His chest was heaving, his eyes squeezing shut, but Ella was still held, still lost, waiting. “But this is not enough,” he said, every word a choking, dizzying thud. “I do not” — his chest heaved again — “I do not wish you to stay.”
― Finley Fenn, The Heiress and the Orc

“Is there aught more you might wish to ask of me, upon this? Or tell me?” He was offering to answer more questions, Rosa realized, blinking at his too-remote face — and he was also giving her one more chance. One more out. One more opportunity to say, Lord Kaspar’s bribed me to spy on you, and help him start this war… But John couldn’t know. Ever.”
― Finley Fenn, The Librarian and the Orc

“Fair, lovely lass,” he said, with a twitch of a smile, and a light flick of his claw to her cheek. “You have bloomed, like these flowers, whilst we were parted.”
― Finley Fenn, The Heiress and the Orc

“I should have chosen,” he hissed, “a tall, hale, hearty, and serene woman. One who does not sell herself to the highest bidder, or prattle constant questions with every breath, or play-act as wiser than she truly is!”
― Finley Fenn, The Librarian and the Orc

“Mig langar að biðjast afsökunar,” he added, quieter, as his other hand rose, and drew a cross over that new sun on his heart. “Mig langar að bæta þér þetta upp.”
― Finley Fenn, The Artist and the Orc

“Skai orcs weren’t supposed to make vows of fidelity to other orcs. That according to their clan’s ways, Skai were expected to freely share their affections with one another, even if that hurt someone they loved.”
― Finley Fenn, The Maid and the Orcs

“urgent. “Nei, Daisy,” he said. “Ég sver að ég hvorki meiði þig né held þér frá sólinni. Þú getur jafnvel notað þetta til að yfirgefa mig.”
― Finley Fenn, The Artist and the Orc

“Bíddu nú hér,” he said firmly. “Þangað til í fyrramálið. Þangað til á morgun.”
― Finley Fenn, The Artist and the Orc

“You deserve better, Kit,” he choked. “You’ve deserved better, all this time. And I ken you’re just trying to take all the blame for Varinn, so the two of us will work it out, but all those things you said” — he barked another hoarse little laugh-sob — “that was all just him doing his damned job, ach? Sniffing out Grisk mothers who need help, offering what they need, helping them get back on their feet, mayhap with some training or some coin? He does that every second week. He’s helped dozens of women like you. That’s what he fucking does, it’s what our clan pays him to do every day — and you know he fucking lives for it.”
― Finley Fenn, The Beauty and the Orcs

“Only then did he look back toward her, his eyes narrow and cold, lacking even the slightest trace of interest, let alone desire.”
― Finley Fenn, The Librarian and the Orc

“some of these orcs are utterly clueless about women. And, they’re outrageous exhibitionists, which really is a shock — until they’ve properly accustomed you, at least.”
― Finley Fenn, The Librarian and the Orc

“She’d run away from Lew. She’d found this ruined, beautiful cave. It had trapped her here with this orc, this creature with a voice like music, with his rich scent, his healing tongue, his sharp deadly fingers that drew suns and daisies against her skin. And now he was speaking with her like this, communicating with her through art, through light in the darkness…”
― Finley Fenn, The Artist and the Orc