In his two hundred and seventy-five years on this earth, he had walked in battle and bathed in blood, felt the hot kiss of a whip on his back, the cold thrust of a knife into his gut, but never had he been called an infant until this moment.
Our mating,” she said, “was a thing of instinct. But it’s become so much more. We’ve become who mates should be to one another – lovers, friends, swords, and shields.” She held up the ring. “I want you to wear this so you never doubt who you are to me. My mate, my love, and my Ethan.
Trust is a fragile glass bird. Drop it once, and it will shatter into shards innumerable.
Never forget that half your genetic material came from me. Perhaps even the part that gave you your conscience.
If all the strong ones leave, then the Council will be completely without limits. I am precisely where I need to be.
All she could think about was whether ducks had dreams. She figured not. What would a duck dream about? Fresh bread, a nice flight to wherever the hell it was ducks went.
Dropping the saccharine-sweet tone, she glared. “I don’t sleep with men who think I’m a brainless twit.
If Kaleb Krychek had been able to bond with another human being... perhaps Aden has sold his Arrows short. Perhaps salvation could come for even the most broken among them.
Remember that there are those in this world who will cross every line and feel no guilt in doing so.
Sarah loved Abe with a devotion that terrified her. She knew he didn’t love her back.
Life had been hard on him, but he was still moving, and he was still working, and he was still fighting for those who couldn’t fight for themselves.
That didn’t mean she didn’t still fear loneliness. She always would, the scar too old and too deeply set into her psyche – but she was no longer held hostage to her need.
Those who saw mortals as weak and without courage had never spoken to one who’d experienced loss such as this, a loss rare among angelkind.
No one was more dangerous to a woman than a man who’d once professed to love her.
To know a person’s bad habits along with their good ones? To see them at their worst and at their best? To fight and play with them through all the seasons of this life? And to still wake up every morning happy to see their face? This is love.
When I was a girl, I thought love meant high romance and great drama, but now I understand that love that lasts is a constellation of small kindnesses.
Life changes us. To wish otherwise is pointless. – Nimra, Angel of New Orleans.
Never allow the words of others to steal your worth – always remember that it is the weak and cowardly who attempt to devalue others. The strong uplift without fear, share their knowledge to help others grow.
Sometimes, you have to let people be sad. At least until they’re ready to come out of that sadness.
Don’t hide. Don’t pretend. Confront what hurts you, know the shape and form of it so you can conquer it.
Men who call strong women shrews,” she said in a tone formed of sugar syrup and molasses, “are often men scared of a woman’s strength.