He had written her reams and reams of letters, as well as a poem that she kept folded in a locket around her neck. Her letters were full of love and anticipation, matching his for enthusiasm and tenderness. He was the luckiest man in the world.
And just like magic, the Isle of the Lost began to form before their eyes, including the hidden and forbidden zones. The Forbidden Fortress appeared, a menacing-looking castle of spiky walls and twisty towers, located on the edge of the island. Right in the middle of Nowhere.
Yes, she had seen Alex’s temper flare over his disappointment with a lack of his own regiment to command, but she saw that as merely the fighting spirit of an ambitious and confident leader. Yet, wasn’t that what appealed most to her about him? A spirit and impetuousness that could match her own and challenge her to be better herself in this new democracy? A man who could honor her own values?
Altogether, the first glimpse of his bride-which should have come as no surprise to Alex, standing there looking so lean and handsome himself-nearly brought him to his knees.
I shall love you and give myself up for you, as Christ loved the church and gave himself up”- then Alex looked into Eliza’s shining eyes and added a twist of his own-“and I shall serve you with tenderness and respect, and encourage you to develop the gifts that God has given you.
Prove that you are my daughter, prove that you are mine. Prove to me that you are the blood of the dragon. Prove you are worthy of that mark on your skin.
Even though you can’t control the things that happen to you, you can control your perspective and your actions. There’s never a moment you can’t choose who you want to be.
There are families whose greatness lies in their past, and in their legacies, Mrs. Schuyler answered. That is a quality much to be admired, for tradition is what binds us as a society. But there are some families, like some nations, whose greatness is a future development, and that quality, though harder to discern than the prestige of manor houses and coats of arms and titles of rank and office, is no less valuable, if, indeed, not more so.
It’s a birthday party,” sniffed Mal. “And I wasn’t invited.
Boys. Drau or mortal, they were all the same.
They might all be drinking laced Kool-Aid in there, but she had a good head on her shoulders. Things like vampires and past lives and immortality just didn’t exist in the real world. And Schuyler was a card-carrying member of the real world. She didn’t want to check into CrazyTown any time soon.
Nat didn’t know what to make of Ryan Wesson-whether she wanted to slap him or kiss him. Slap him, definitely.
It was always gloomy in Mal’s room, just as it was always gray and overcast on the island.
Mark my words, Alex. You are a man whose future lies before him for all to marvel at one day. And you, Colonel Hamilton, are mine, and I am yours always.
It was hopeless. Their journey was ended before it had truly begun.
Villains don’t have friends, and neither do their children. Not when you get right down to it.
Humans were not to be toyed with, they were to be respected.
Let’s go. I have a party to throw.” And someone to throw it at.
Too bad there wasn’t a Valencia filter to smooth out memories.
I will love you, my English rose, and you will fill my French dreams.