Mel Campbell

“If a man has to say trust me it's a sure sign you cannot. Trust him, that is. Trust is a thing you do without words.”
― Juliet Marillier, Wildwood Dancing

“He was seated on the bench now. He had his left elbow on his knee, his right arm across his lap, his shoulders hunched, his head bowed. White face, red hair: snow and fire, like something from an old tale. The book I had noticed earlier was on the bench beside him, its covers shut. Around Anluan's feet and in the birdbath, small visitors to the garden hopped and splashed and made the most of the day that was becoming fair and sunny. He did not seem to notice them. As for me, I found it difficult to take my eyes from him. There was an odd beauty in his isolation and his sadness, like that of a forlorn prince ensorcelled by a wicked enchantress, or a traveller lost forever in a world far from home.”
― Juliet Marillier, Heart's Blood

“You know not, yet, the sort of love that strikes like a lightning bolt; that clutches hold of you by the heart, as irrevocably as death; that becomes the lodestar by which you steer the rest of your life. I would not wish such a love on anyone, man or woman, for it can make your life a paradise, or it can destroy you utterly.”
― Juliet Marillier, Daughter of the Forest

“You know, I would date, if I could find a man worth shaving my legs for. (Grace)”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Fantasy Lover