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“Human needs don’t stop. They’re only keener, it seems, when the end of days threaten.”
She couldn’t squeeze in much of an anxiety attack when she was worried about flower arrangements, romantic lighting and the proper form for beheading a vampire.
For man needs the comfort of the simple as much as he needs glory.”
“Work on my weaknesses, and on my strengths, on my own time.
But you had to have a family to rate a family room.
I don’t desert a friend, or a fellow soldier. What manner of man do you think I am?”
Sometimes the heart of a champion is tender.”
There was something preternaturally sexual, she thought, about a vampire staring out from the cloaked light.
“Do you enjoy your work?” “I guess I do, on some level. I’m good at it, and you have to like doing what you’re good at. It’s what I do. It’s what I am.”
“I’m a vampire, for God’s sake. Creature of the damn night, drinker of blood. And here I am playing butler to some erstwhile Geallian queen. Mortifying is what it is.”
A thousand years, he thought, and he still didn’t really understand humans—and women in particular.
No one stayed, she thought as she closed her eyes. Nothing was forever.
Men are vile creatures, really. Using women up, casting them aside. Leaving them alone and broken. Better to leave them first, isn’t it? Better yet to pay them back, and leave them bleeding.
“Are you distracting me from the fact I nearly invited a vampire in for dinner?” “Is it working for you?” “A little.”
If one person, just one, said that the rain is what made Ireland green, she’d split their head open with an ax.
“Hoyt drives like an old blind man from Florida.”
Nothing like a good grapple with a vampire—even one who didn’t want to kill you—to clear the head.
He’s nobody’s jackass, even if he can change into one.”
Look at this, what a picture. Three beautiful faces. I’d give you all my worldly goods and a lifetime of devotion if you’d get me something to eat.”
Lora and I enjoyed ourselves for a few nights. Then she tried to kill me, and I threw her out the window.” “Tough breakup,” Blair murmured.
Unicorn horn versus Goodyear. I really like that one.”
Just how strange was it, she wondered, to go walking over fields with a man in the late-afternoon sun? With no real purpose but to walk—no mission, no scouting, no hunt. Armed with sword and stake, and sugar cookies.
“Food and sex. What could be more pleasant to think about?”
“No point in having an apocalypse in a meadow,”
When she strolled into the sunset, she went alone, she went armed and she went looking for death. Not exactly the stuff of romance and hopeful futures.
“People, you said, have blinders. Love, I think, can thicken them.”
Vampires and gods aren’t drinking buddies.”
The guy was a snuggler. He just curved in, body to body, with an arm hooked around her waist—the way she imagined a kid might hold on to a teddy bear.
“I should’ve known your mighty would be up and ready.” “And always at your service.”
For I don’t stand behind these women, but I’m proud and honored to stand with them.”
“I think it takes a strong man to need to do what’s human, and humane.
being a leader doesn’t mean doing it all yourself. Being a warrior doesn’t mean fighting when the fight isn’t necessary.”
What could be better than watching a half-naked, great-looking guy beat hot steel into a sword?
“Can I get one of those engraved?” she called out. “Something like: ‘To the woman who pierced my heart.’ Corny, yet amusing.”
“Kiddie vampires aren’t any less lethal than the full grown variety. And actually, in my opinion, more creepy.”
All in all, she was better at teamwork than she’d imagined she would be. Maybe, she decided, it was all a matter of who was making up the team.
It was better, all around better, to enjoy, and to cherish the time they had. When that time was done she could look back at it and know she’d loved, and had been loved.
A lot of people don’t understand how difficult it can be to be a strong woman. If I were taking bets, I’d say Larkin’s a man who does.”
“I said you’re my breath, and my pulse, my heart, my voice. I said, I’ll love you even when all of them stop. I’ll love you, and only you, until all the worlds are ended. So you’ll marry me, Blair. And I’ll go where you go, and fight beside you. We’ll live together, and love together, and make a family.”
He lived among them, did business with them, slept with them when he was in the mood. It seemed rude to feed off them.
he wasn’t after making friends here, but warriors.
“How’s he doing?” “He’s angry and uncooperative, so I would say he’s doing well enough.”
“I need a goddamn shirt.” “Blair,” Moira said in even tones, “would you fetch Cian a goddamn shirt?”
“There was a time you enjoyed, even sought my company.” Cian’s shoulders moved in something too lazy to be called a shrug. “I suppose that means nine hundred years of absence doesn’t make the heart grow fonder.”
“Some aren’t insulted to be feared.
“She’s already spilled Geallian blood.” Morrigan’s eyes were as deep and calm as a lake. “My child, the blood Lilith has spilled would make an ocean.” “And my parents are only drops in that sea?” “Every drop is precious, and every drop serves a purpose. Do you lift the sword only for your own blood?” “No.”
Knowledge is a great gift, and the thirst to seek it even greater.
“There’s no courage without fear.
She glowed, as queens should, as women could.
“And women, of course, have no interest in carnal matters. We much prefer to sit and do our needlework with prayers running through our heads.”
