Grace

“I’m done for now.” “Good-night, Thorn.” “Good-night, my wheelbarrow warrior.”
― S.M. Gaither, The Song of the Marked

“So he stayed. He didn't ask her to talk. Or eat. Or sleep. Or calm down. They simply existed in thee same space for a while; she was a ship drifting aimlessly about, and he was the lighthouse that she occasionally found herself looking for when she needed to see something real. Something solid.
An anchor”
― S.M. Gaither, The Song of the Marked

“There are ladies present," Kieran shouted back, "so I can't give you my full array of vulgar hand gestures. Use your imagination to pick the rudest one. That's the one I'm sending your way."

"Let me assist you, dearest brother, " Willa said. "I think he means this." she jabbed two fingers into the air.”
― Eva Leigh, A Rogue's Rules for Seduction

“I f**king get it, " I snarled. "You think I'm your property."

He squeezed my foot, hard. "No. You are the fuel to my flames and the anchor for my f**king soul. What you are to me is not an object, but a sanctuary.”
― Lola Glass, Capturing the King of Flames