Mistletoe,” said Kian, leading me to a spot in the center of the garden. He kissed me softly. “I hear it means something in your world.
The passion I feel for you is more than you’re prepared for. – Eric.
There is no law stronger than that of magic. – Kian.
Dreams, my mother always told me, represend part of our unconsciousness – the place where we store the true parts of our soul, away from the rest of the world.” From Breena quoting her mother in Bitter Frost.
How can I rule anyone – when you so completely rule me?
In his eyes I could see the same love, the same longing. I wanted to kiss him; I wanted him to kiss me, and I could feel his longing so clearly I could not distinguish between my wanting and his. And in his arms I felt safe, warm, alive.
As I gave my hand to one and then another of the Winter Knights, hoping to forget Kian’s kiss in the arms of the other dancers, I could feel Kian’s eyes piercing through me, their flame-tinged ice searing through my soul.
I didn’t want to fight with him. And yet I could not promise him what I most wanted to give – my love, the promise that I would stay with him in the Winter Court, that I would throw caution aside and be with him.
I could resist no longer. The love, the desire tearing apart my sould was more than I could bear. I allowed him to take my arm, allowed myself to melt into him, to close my eyes and inhale once more his scent of lavender and winter skies as we walked together towards the orchards.
I know that whatever you decide, you’ll be happy, Summer, and that is the only thing I could ever wish. Whatever happens in the rest of this summer, whatever happens the rest of your life, it’s important that you are happy, and stay that way. – Aunt Sookie.
You gotta follow your passion in life.