Rachael

“You are my Queen, and I am your sword. Point me at your enemies, and watch them fall. Lead this world, Diem, and I will follow you—into war, into death, into the tundra of hell itself.” He took my palm and set it against his chest, just above the patch of unscarred skin that lay beneath his jacket. “You are the fate my heart was spared for. As long as it beats, you will never fight alone.”
― Penn Cole, Glow of the Everflame

“I want every breath, every laugh, every tear. Every taste of your mouth, every inch of your skin.”
― Penn Cole, Glow of the Everflame

“You are fearless. You are strong. You do not cower in the faces of gods nor kings. You are fated for greater battles than this, so you do whatever it takes, and you fight like hell.” “I will,” I vowed. “Remember who you are, Diem Bellator.” He clasped the medallion at my neck. “But remember you are a phoenix, too. We do not fear the flames, for the hotter we burn, the higher we fly.”
― Penn Cole, Glow of the Everflame

“If a kiss is the reward, my Queen, I’ll get on my knees for you whenever you want.”
― Penn Cole, Glow of the Everflame