Gargoyles Quotes

“I was made to rule the darkness.”
― Rae Hachton, Evermore

“Make no mistake, little human. You are under my protection now, and I protect what is mine.”
― Danielle Monsch, Stone Guardian

“This woman was consuming him, bit by bit. She was becoming the reason and the reward of his existence, and if he did not shield himself, everything he did not have to give would belong to her.”
― Danielle Monsch, Stone Guardian

“Well, here were the ugly facts. She had no mad-ninja-skillz to rely on and her family didn’t know where she was. She didn’t know where she was. The only way she was leaving was if this creature allowed it.”
― Danielle Monsch, Stone Guardian

“The only thing I'm afraid of losing... is you.”
― Sara Humphreys, The Good, the Bad, and the Vampire

“Crouching in position posing in perfect posture
On the rooftop of a gothic cathedral sits a monster”
― Justin Bienvenue, The Macabre Masterpiece

“Damn, girl. If I still breathed, I'd be suffocated by how much I want you.”
― Sara Humphreys, The Good, the Bad, and the Vampire

“Kresh kept silent beside me as Baron rehearsed his deadly plan. I listened with my eyes aimed at the horizon, witnessing the night consume a final red vein of daylight. It struck me that nightfall always drowned the sunset. Never did the sun resurface from where it sank, nor would it ever.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, The Tarishe Curse

“Are you ready to go home, Catherine?” he asked. “It’s warm inside the house. I kept a fire going for you.”

I continued looking at him, unsure how to respond. “Thanks,” I managed to say and then glanced in the direction of his house—our house.

“Well, you are my wife. And I know you don’t like the cold.”

I’m his wife, I thought to myself. He had said the words as if that simple fact made it necessary to be both thoughtful and kind. As if having gained a wife or husband meant having also gained her or his concerns, and hence the need to consider the person’s needs, wants, and preferences as strongly as one’s own. It struck me as a perfect description of what marriage ought to be. An agreeable notion that had not entered into my petty way of viewing matrimony. I would have assumed it to be above Thaddeus’ egotistical mindset as well.

“Catherine?” he said again, watching me regard him with a quizzical expression. “Are you ready to go home?”

I nodded, which made him smile.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, The Tarishe Curse

“Dakota started laughing. "You wouldn't have anything back there to help me tame a punk-rock wild child with a disdain for cowboys, would you?”
― Sara Humphreys, The Good, the Bad, and the Vampire

“She didn't know if she wanted to fight him or fuck him.”
― Sara Humphreys, The Good, the Bad, and the Vampire

“Even now, as a vampire, the fear of addiction ruled her world.
Would she ever be free?”
― Sara Humphreys, The Good, the Bad, and the Vampire

“Why are you walking through the wood alone?”
― Lisa Carlisle, Knights of Stone: Mason

“You cannot give up. We are Gargoyle, and we are strong.”
― Faith Gibson

“The freak show was about to begin.

Spotlights flooded the musicians powered by solar panels near a massive amplifier. The guitarist continued playing and the others joined in, playing a raucous crossover between hard rock and heavy metal. The one with long blond hair grabbed hold of the microphone and belted out a shattering cry that sounded like a call to battle. The crowd went pin drop silent to listen and then cheered in unison as the band played on. The front man sang piercing growls and low croons about the Knights in Stone, the protectors of the ancient forests, battling against the evil tree witches... Kayla's coven.”
― Lisa Carlisle, Knights of Stone: Mason

“In decades past, the three clans of the island - tree witches, gargoyles, and wolves, had cloaked their land with many layers of protection. Their combined magic had created such a powerful force it had remained undetected by human technology. When a feud erupted between the witches and gargoyles twenty-five years ago it led to a division of land. Without reinforcements from the clans' combined magic, the protection seeped away.”
― Lisa Carlisle, Knights of Stone: Mason

“The tree witches kept to themselves, a self-sufficient coven specializing in certain skills. The witches sang, played music, and danced at the gatherings around the fire, but nothing like what she'd experienced when the gargoyles transformed. After the first night, she was hooked.It was a risk to return but one she was willing to take. She'd ventured to that different world to hear the unique groups, especially to watch the guitarist with hair as black as midnight.”
― Lisa Carlisle, Knights of Stone: Mason

“Heat radiated from him, penetrating her like the sun warming her on hot midsummer days. It coiled inside her, low in her belly, and sank lower. She recognized it, the magic between lovers. Intoxicating and intense. An all-consuming attraction. The air between them shimmered with energy, an irresistible force connecting them.”
― Lisa Carlisle, Knights of Stone: Mason

“The five statutes loomed above the crowd, still and timeless. The last light of the setting sun cast an eerie glow around them. When she fixed her gaze on Mason's stone form, her heart thumped. She scanned every inch of his silhouette, wondering about the spark of life within the stone that would animate him into flesh. A warm-blooded male with a heated touch and sensuous lips that made her melt.”
― Lisa Carlisle, Knights of Stone: Mason

“During the show, she studied him on stage. The way he strummed the guitar, the movement of muscles in his arms and torso, the sway of the tartan fabric with his movements. Her cheeks heated when she thought about running her fingers over his torso and under his kilt. Oh, the things he could do to her with that body.”
― Lisa Carlisle, Knights of Stone: Mason

“I'm consumed with thoughts of you. Have you bewitched me?”
― Lisa Carlisle, Knights of Stone: Mason

“She tore her eyes from his abs and gave in to the temptation to look further down. Over his kilt her eyes wandered and stopped, speculating on the promising bulge beneath the blue tartan.
"Hope you like what you see...”
― Lisa Carlisle, Knights of Stone: Lachlan

“Stop him, stop this, she commanded herself. Reason floated away; she wanted him. If he walked away now, she might disintegrate into a pile of frustration as fragile as the leaves crumbling under foot.
His lips touched hers, shooting electric shock waves rippling to her toes. Then he claimed her with a torrid kiss. Passion welled up from her core, overpowering all thought except her desires.”
― Lisa Carlisle, Knights of Stone: Lachlan

“She pushed his massive chest, which was as effective as if she pushed granite. "What are you made of, bloody stone?"
He chuckled, eyes full of mirth. "Sometimes.”
― Lisa Carlisle, Knights of Stone: Lachlan

“I should tell you something about what happens after I play."
"What's that?"
He pulled her back into his arms. "I get excited...”
― Lisa Carlisle, Knights of Stone: Lachlan

“My mother knew all the constellations,” Alec said. “That one is Taurus. She said our clan can trace itself to the guardians of Taurus. And since I was born in May, she called me a Taurus from a Taurus clan.”
― Lisa Carlisle, Stone Cursed: Zodiac Shifters: Taurus

“an' when angels want to breed, they lay eggs in human guts which grow until they burst through their chests, and the baby angel claws its way out.'

'That's aliens,' Wheedle said.

'You sure?'

'It's your favourite movie.'

'Angels. Aliens. Easy mistake,' Bladder said.”
― T.C. Shelley, The Monster Who Wasn't

“I informed him that the cottage had been perfectly satisfactory as it was, to which he replied that the place had been so dank and cheerless as to be suitable only to bats and unsociable gargoyles brooding over their books, and he would sooner put his eyes out than endure weeks of such wretched environs.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“Your god isn't here to help you," I replied when her eyes met mine. "But I am.”
― Sam Hall, Hearts of Stone

“His dad was on the other end, a completely lovely man, evidence that sometimes mothers should eat their young, because sometimes nice people has truly awful children.”
― Sam Hall, Hearts of Stone