I’m a mild disappointment to them, which is worse somehow than being a serious disappointment. So I’m working hard not to be any kind of disappointment to myself.” She.
She’d learned not to hurry – had taught herself not to push, not to rush, but to take things as they came. And in a very real way to embrace every single moment.
Anyone who has loved has been touched by magic.
Don’t let anything stop you from going where you need to go, from doing what you need to do. Make your mark on the world, and make it deep so it lasts.
His eyes were anything but friendly, the color of bitter storms.
When a woman had eyes that big, that brown, that beautiful, she probably got whatever she wanted without saying a word.
Look, pal, he who goes to the store buys what he damn well pleases. That’s a new rule around here.
You’ve good speed and agility, and endurance enough. But you’ve no killer in the blood, and so you’ll always be bested.” Iona rubbed her butt. “I never planned on killing anyone.” “Plans change,” Branna pointed out. “Fix those flowers now, as it’s your rump that crushed them.
We’ll be okay. Luck’s starting to move in our direction.
It’s not a matter of jealousy. It’s a matter of courtesy.
Then again, she reminded herself, if she wanted Nick to take her seriously as a woman, she had to take herself seriously first.
When you’ve had less than little in some things, you’re grateful for even a spoonful of more.
However weary he might be of life after three centuries of it, he was more weary of witnessing death.
Everything she’d ever read about love was true, she discovered. The sun shined brighter, the air smelled fresher. Flowers were more colorful, the songs of birds more musical.
Fate takes its own sweet time, but it always finds a way.
With blood and tears we spill our fears.” She waved a hand over the cauldron, and the liquid within began to stir. “A pinch of salt times four to close and bolt the door. Weeds to bind, berries to blind. My children he will not see, and they will live safe and free. Pretty petals tinged with hate, scented sweet and so to bait. Boil it all in fire and smoke, and on this potion Cabhan chokes. When I call he comes to me, as I will, so mote it be.
When people break your heart, pride’s all you’ve got left.
Or better yet, may all the gods who ever were bless us, and help us send the bloody bastard to hell.
What’s she like, the Peeping Tammy?” “She doesn’t think about it that way, and you get it when she talks. She likes people.
If you walked through the woods alone, in the dark, and didn’t have some sense of wonder, it was hardly worth the trip.