Patience

“I started to leave, but Wölfe trapped me in his arms and buried his face in my neck. “I’ll come before the night is over.” The words rumbled in his chest, and I felt them to the tips of my toes. Kalyll. Wölfe. Wölfe. Kalyll. My emotions flared for both of them. How could I feel this way about two completely different males?”
― Ingrid Seymour, A Cage So Gilded

“Wölfe whispered in my ear. —You chose this godsforsaken place over her. It’s your fault she’s frozen in time. You had to take the crown from the little prince, so you could wear it. Now, we both suffer. Now, we both mourn her. You don’t deserve her—not when you don’t put her first. You killed her. No! I have not lost her. She’s still here, and soon she will awaken. And once she was back, she would soothe all this pain away with only a smile. And her mouth and smooth skin would provide refuge. Her touch would be a salve to all this loss. —How selfish are you? Can’t you think of no one else but yourself? No matter. While you cry like a weakling, I will be the one soothing her, protecting her, making sure she’s safe. I shook my head, a growl escaping me.”
― Ingrid Seymour, A Court So Dark

“He’s such a fucking oxymoron. Contradicting in the most agonizing ways.”
― H.D. Carlton, Haunting Adeline

“To disassociate darkness from evil.”
― Matthew Edward Hall, San Mateo: Proof of The Divine