Dragonheart Quotes

“Jason felt humiliated and frustrated. Rejected by a rock.”
― Cinda Williams Chima, The Dragon Heir

“I bless your bond with him, Dani my heart," Mom said. "Treat it well, because he will treat you well. The bond of your heart bloomed well before the bond of your blood. There was a reason the Mother paired you together: the two of you as one force could sway the tides of any war.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“But through the ash and darkness I saw him. My dragon. Beautiful, terrible, fierce. The scars of his stories still evident, even in this form. I remembered the ones who'd come before me, those who had also pried open his shuttered heart. The ones who had left him. But I wasn't ready to go yet; I wouldn't leave my dragon in that dark place again to pick up the pieces of his fallen loved ones in isolation. And Ryker wouldn't let me go.
"Ryker!" I screamed as I fell. He was enormous, beating his wings and trying to rise up to meet me. One of his wings was a tattered mess, but still he pushed up, his body beginning to shift and change. He shrank and shed his scales, turning back into the human shape I'd known him in but keeping the wings that helped push him to me in a desperate gust.
My eyes were flooding, tears falling every which way in the wind as I fell. I stretched out my arms to him, and he reached up and grabbed me.
"Dani!" he growled over the wind. I was pulled into his chest, my head tucked under his chin as my hot, wet tears soaked us both. "It's over, he's dead. I told you my fire would never hurt you.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“It wasn't until a burst of hot flame caressed my left hip that a tingling sensation, not unlike magic, crawled down my skin.
Ryker gave a low chuckle. "Of course it's on your perfect ass."
I craned my neck to see. Across my hip and indeed partially down my backside until it brushed the very top of the back of my leg, a pattern was revealed just a few shades darker than my skin. It was like having a lighter sort of henna painted across my hip in the design of scales. Dragon scales.
"What is that?" I asked, startled.
"The mark. My mark." Ryker mused. "The perfect match to my scale pattern, not repeated in any other dragon."
Brushing my fingers over the skin, it didn't feel any different than it had before. It was just decorated now. My preferred black dresses would always cover it up, but my mind wandered to my closet and exactly what I owned that would show off a flash of scales at my hip. I needed to go shopping. "So, it was always there?"
"Always," Ryker answered, a new sort of interest in his eyes. "How does your chest feel?"
I rubbed a hand where the thrumming usually sat, but found it was gone. I had been so distracted by the process of being covered in fire and his taunting hands that didn't burn me that I hadn't noticed when it left.
"I always knew I liked your ass," Ryker said.
I frowned. "It's on my hip," I insisted.
Ryker took one hand and smacked my left cheek, firmly on the mark. Immediately a delicious heat shot through it, running straight between my legs where I twitched in anticipation. Fuck.
"What's the matter, Danica?" Ryker teased out my full name again, leaning down to meet my neck with a kiss.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons