Tara Grayce > Quotes

“After all, if love was a choice as she’d been told, then how long did it take to make a choice? Only a moment, really. A series of moments as a person kept living out and making the choice again and again.”
― Tara Grayce, Fierce Heart

“Love was a choice. But it was also a deep companionship. A sacrifice. A moving emotion far less fleeting than a mere feeling. And it was choosing again and again to focus on the companionship and love rather than whatever anger or annoyance that arose between two people stuck together for any length of time.”
― Tara Grayce, War Bound

“She gripped the front of his shirt. "I love you, Farrendel. Don't forget that."
"Essie,shynafir." Her elven title fierce heart turned into an endearment. Farrendel kissed her,long and slow,a lingering farewell. He moved his kiss from her mouth to her cheek, then whispered in her ear, "You, my love, are fierce enough to survive this.”
― Tara Grayce, War Bound

“And Essie was real. Even without the heart bond existing, warm and taunting him with the life now out of his reach, he would know she was real. Because he never would have dreamed a talkative human princess with her flaming red hair and freckles. He did not have enough of an imagination to have conjured her.”
― Tara Grayce, Death Wind

“The women would never let their men go to war against the source of their haircare products.”
― Tara Grayce, Fierce Heart

“After all, this wasn’t a story book where the handsome, brooding elf prince whisked her away to his home and fell passionately in love with her. But she could dream he would tolerate her. Maybe even be mildly fond of her. Either way, she was determined he wasn’t going to steal her joy or her happiness. She didn’t need him to make her happy.”
― Tara Grayce, Fierce Heart

“It is not weakness to ask for help nor is it strength to silently bear what truly should not be your burden to carry. Burdens are not meant to be carried alone.”
― Tara Grayce, Troll Queen

“Revelry isn't just the debauched pursuit of mindless, excessive--and often cruel-- pleasures as King Oberon and Titania have turned it into. It is supposed to be a place of art. No matter how seemingly frivolous, art can give a laugh, a light, a spark of pleasure relieves sorrow and uplifts the soul. It can tell truths and reach hearts better than dry, pedantic tomes. That's the true purpose of the Court of Revels.”
― Tara Grayce, Stolen Midsummer Bride

“He fought for her. To give her time to escape. To make sure her kingdom did not fall even if his did.”
― Tara Grayce, War Bound

“Yes, I know. It was a foolhardy plan to tie myself to a man known for killing his wives.

Oh, but it was a tempting, daredevil of a plan. And I wanted it with everything in me. A man might steal into a castle at night, dodging guards and making off with what he could carry. That was the stuff of legends, after all.

But I was a woman, for all I wore the disguise of a man. I could steal everything the Duke owned in broad daylight by merely saying the two little words, "I Do.”
― Tara Grayce, Bluebeard and the Outlaw

“Farrendel was too busy gripping his emotional support swords to reach out for more help walking.”
― Tara Grayce, Death Wind

“Happiness, like love, is the choice to dwell on the deeper joy, deeper contentment”
― Tara Grayce, Troll Queen

“In the end in that battle at the Escarlish border, he had chosen Essie rather than a quick death. Hope rather than despair. A future of torture for a chance to return to her.”
― Tara Grayce, Death Wind

“Perhaps elven hair really was magic. If it started glowing when he sang, she wouldn’t be surprised at this point. Not that she could picture Farrendel singing.”
― Tara Grayce, War Bound

“I choose this." Farrendel shouted the words this time, even though there was no one there to hear him. "I choose you, Essie. Do you hear that? I chose you, and I am going to survive this.”
― Tara Grayce, Death Wind

“Two days of marriage was probably a little too soon to start stealing his food.”
― Tara Grayce, Fierce Heart

“I can see where having a healer for a wife is going to come in handy.” “Just do not get your head chopped off. I cannot fix that.”
― Tara Grayce, Troll Queen

“Essie couldn’t pick out a word of what he was saying, but it did seem like he went on for several paragraphs.”
― Tara Grayce, Fierce Heart

“I am Sir Buddy the Magnificent, of the estimable line of talking equine companions.” If anything, the girl’s mouth gaped open even more. “Talking equine companion?” “He means that we have an agreement.” Basil wasn’t sure if he should try to pry the girl’s clinging grip off him or let her be. “He provides transportation and companionship—” “And wise advice. Don’t forget the wise advice,” Buddy added.”
― Tara Grayce, Stolen Midsummer Bride

“The outfit was sensible, sturdy, and comfortable. Not seductive or revealing or anything she would have expected from the Fae Realm or this house, based on the stories of fae males seducing innocent human girls who wandered into the forest.”
― Tara Grayce, Stolen Midsummer Bride

“So many sober faces. As if this wasn’t a grand adventure the likes of which I would never find again.”
― Tara Grayce, Bluebeard and the Outlaw

“How do you move on when your heart is gone?” Leyleira stared without seeing at the tree before them. “You do not. There is no moving on; you just keep moving. You never get over your grief; you just get through it.”
― Tara Grayce, Elf King

“Troll, elf, human. The differences were only superficial, in the end. At their heart, they were all simply people. With a heart, a soul, a mind. Those were the important things, not the surface appearance.”
― Tara Grayce, Shield Band

“It is not weakness to accept help. If a warrior returned from battle missing a leg, you would not tell him that he should be tough enough to walk without the help of a crutch. He needs that crutch to restore what he lost and help him live his life. This”—Taranath tapped one of the jars—“is your crutch. Your wound from the war is to your mind, but that does not make it less real. Maybe someday you will be able to wean off the medicine, as you did before. Maybe not. But, for now, this is what you need to function.”
― Tara Grayce, Troll Queen

“You should be thanking me, Vriska. The way that animal was looking at you…he was getting ideas about…” Vriska barely heard his next, crude words. She had resisted, punching him before, but now he had gone too far. She could take the insults to her self. but Julian was a good, honorable man. He didn’t deserve to be so slandered. She shoved past Rharreth, pass the Warriors holding Brathac, and slam the punch as hard as she could into his already broken nose, savoring the grinding of bone beneath her fist. Brathac howled, his head snapping back. “What makes you think I don’t welcome his attentions? That human prince has more honor in a drop of his blood than you have in your whole body.” Vriska cocked her fist back to throw another punch. Someone grabbed her, yanking her arm around before she could land the second punch.”
― Tara Grayce, Shield Band

“I understand, Dacha.” He did not. Not truly. But he would. Today, he and Vianola were young and in love. Everything was easy, life spreading golden and lovely before them. Their love would deepen during the first argument. The first hardship. The shared trials. The shared joys. The decades of laughter and smiles. Ellarin placed the last item on the table and met Lorsan’s gaze. “Love is hard. There will be days when you do not feel like loving Vianola, as unimaginable as that is today. You will need to choose to love her anyway, no matter what you might be feeling.”
― Tara Grayce, Elf King

“In all his years scorning humans for their lack of magic beyond a few magicians, short lifespans, quarrelsome nature, and undignified ways, he had somehow missed the fact that they had a sheer stubbornness that was almost a magic unto itself.”
― Tara Grayce, Elf King

“You’re going to be a great dacha. I’ll be that crazy mother that manages to embarrass her children all the time. And this child—and any other children we might have—will always know he or she is loved.”
― Tara Grayce, Pretense

“Happiness, like love, is the choice to dwell on the deeper joy, deeper contentment. Some, like our dear Elspetha, are born with the ability to do this without a second thought. Some have to learn to do this through a lot of struggle. It is, after all, what Farrendel went to Escarland to learn.”
― Tara Grayce, Troll Queen

“Besides," Guy's tone lowered, "I rather like my starring role in your story, even if it is as the villain.”
― Tara Grayce, Bluebeard and the Outlaw