J.D. Linton > Quotes

“This exact reason was why I read, to escape into stories of adventure and lust and soul-consuming passion, everything that was lacking in my real life. I lived through the books and they mended me for a time, but once they were finished, the hole in my soul returned. The emptiness in my chest that comes with crashing back to reality, reminded of duty and responsibility, rules and confinement. And in my heart of hearts, I knew no book would ever fill the ache that plagued me constantly. It felt as if everything I desired was just out of reach, just barely out of sight, taunting me but never revealing itself, and I was desperately chasing it in every book I devoured.”
― J.D. Linton, The Last Storm

“Please write to him (I said please, but that’s an order).”
― J.D. Linton, The Last Storm

“This exact reason was why I read, to escape into stories of adventure and lust and soul-consuming passion—everything lacking in my real life. I lived through books, and they mended me for a time, but once they were finished, the hole in my soul returned, the emptiness in my chest that comes with crashing back to reality, reminded of duty and responsibility, rules and confinement.”
― J.D. Linton, The Last Storm

“You should never feel ashamed showing your skin. It’s just that: skin. Skin the Goddess gave you, no less. You should be proud.”
― J.D. Linton, The Last Storm

“It’s beautiful,' she whispered, her eyes following their movement. 'Yes, quite beautiful,' I whispered back, my eyes never leaving her.”
― J.D. Linton, The Last Storm

“You can be angry. Hell, you should be, but you’ll be angry here. With me. Take it out on me. Take out every ugly, suffocating emotion on me, because I am not letting you go out there to shoulder this alone.”
― J.D. Linton, The Last Storm

“Grief was heavy—too heavy. It was a weight permanently tied to our souls after loss, only lessening with time, and it could all too easily drag us to the deep, unending bottom of our sorrow if given the opportunity. Without help to lighten the load, that was exactly what it would do: drown the hurt and vulnerable.”
― J.D. Linton, The Last Draig

“They say time heals all wounds, but I was beginning to lose faith in that statement. How does anything heal wounds that don’t bleed? That aren’t severed or cut? They don’t scab or close. There was no healing salve or stitch or tea to mend the areas afflicted. How could one heal a wound that reopened with every mention or memory? Would that not lead to a scar more permanent than a wound of grief? A scar of nostalgia, a constant reminder of something or someone irretrievably gone.”
― J.D. Linton, The Last Draig

“it seemed everyone was cut from one cloth, and I was cut from an entirely different one. For my entire life, I had never quite fit in with the people surrounding me. It was as if I was watching through a window, understanding their wishes and desires to an extent, watching them settle, have children, build houses… But while they were content to live happily ever after here, I was not.”
― J.D. Linton, The Last Storm

“permanence. This exact reason was why I read, to escape into stories of adventure and lust and soul-consuming passion—everything lacking in my real life.”
― J.D. Linton, The Last Storm

“As a woman in a man’s world, that feeling was an addictive, dangerous thing—a dangerously eye-opening thing, revealing just how fragile a man can be in the face of a powerful woman.”
― J.D. Linton, The Last Draig

“You can be angry. Hell, you should be, but you’ll be angry here. With me. Take it out on me. Take out every ugly, suffocating emotion on me, because I am not letting you go out there to shoulder this alone.” He brought his hands to my cheeks. “You are not alone, Ara.”
― J.D. Linton, The Last Storm

“This exact reason was why I read, to escape into stories of adventure and lust and soul-consuming passion, everything that was lacking in my real life. I lived through the books and they mended me for a time, but once they were finished, the hole in my soul returned. The emptiness in my chest that comes with crashing back to reality, reminded of duty and responsibility, rules and confinement.”
― J.D. Linton, The Last Storm

“As soon as the door closed, it opened again. I froze as a woman entered. When she glanced up, she looked straight at me and I felt everything at once. The pull. The lust. The blinding, overwhelming need. The bond. I was staring at the most beautiful woman I had ever seen and she was my mate. I knew it in my soul as we locked eyes.”
― J.D. Linton, The Last Storm

“It’s you. All of you. Your strength and resilience. Your determination to endure no matter what fate throws at you. Your love of love and stories and hope. You are entirely the opposite of everything that I am, and I would gladly wear your shackles if it meant I could have you.”
― J.D. Linton, The Last Storm

“It was odd how a man in love could hold his entire world in his arms.”
― J.D. Linton, The Last Draig

“It’s funny, isn’t it? How much bigger the world is outside our small village? How odd is it that I was so consumed with such a minuscule life as if that was all the realm had to offer? I couldn’t see beyond what I already had. I didn’t have it in me to want for more, but I get it now, you know? Your hunger for more and your unwillingness to settle for less. I didn’t… I didn’t know there was this much more.”
― J.D. Linton, The Last Draig

“I could be worthy. For her. For them. For me.”
― J.D. Linton, The Last Draig

“I would’ve always been yours, and gladly so, but to know you are mine because you want to be? Because you gave yourself to me? That is a gift I didn’t expect to see in this lifetime.”
― J.D. Linton, The Last Draig

“This'—his thumb slid down across the mark—'is a symbol of… surrender. I know you believe that it was my claim upon you, but it wasn’t. It never was. I bound my body and soul to you, little storm.”
― J.D. Linton, The Last Storm