Fearghus Quotes

“His affection for the human grew steadily by the day. Sometimes by the minute. And it wasn’t simply her beauty, but her utter lack of fear of everything and anything except her brother. She didn’t fear dying. She didn’t fear battle. And, most importantly, she didn’t fear Fearghus. She touched him. Ran her hands across his scales and through his mane.

But it was when he covered her up with the fur and she sighed his name in her sleep, that he lost his heart.”
― G.A. Aiken, Dragon Actually

“With a sigh, Fearghus went and stood in front of her. “You are a mad bitch, Annwyl the Bloody.”
“What other woman would put up with you, Fearghus the Destroyer?”
― G.A. Aiken, Dragon Actually

“He sighed. A year since he’d left her the morning after the final battle with her brother. A year since he’d held her in his arms. A year since he’d kissed her. A year since he’d buried his head between her thighs. A year since she’d punched him in the face.”
― G.A. Aiken, Dragon Actually

“The only thing I feared has his head on a spike outside my camp. Now my fear is of living the rest of my life without you.”
― G.A. Aiken, Dragon Actually

“No one referred to
Fearghus the Destroyer as the life of anyone’s party.”
― G.A. Aiken, About a Dragon

“She and Brastias walked off, but as soon as Fearghus released
Annwyl she yelled after them, “We’ll do our best to be good little
monarchs.”
Morfyd swung around so fast, fangs showing, that Annwyl
stumbled back and then dodged behind Fearghus.
“My, aren’t we the brave queen, my love.”
“Shut up, mate.”
― G.A. Aiken, About a Dragon

“Fearghus watched his mate a moment longer. It had been five years since he last saw her. Five years since he last touched her, kissed her, fucked her, saw her smile, told her to calm down, yanked a weapon from her hands before she hurt someone, or stopped her from getting in a pit brawl with her own daughter. It had been too long since he’d done all that and it was a bit overwhelming to be here now, so close to her after all this time.
Annwyl slammed her spear into another Sovereign, then leaned against it, wiping her brow with the back of her hand and looking out over all the bodies she and her troops had left behind.
She looked rather proud.”
― G.A. Aiken