Derian Quotes

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Richelle E. Goodrich
“True love takes time. It’s an earned comfort that tells you she’ll be right there beside you no matter what you do, not necessarily happy with your every action, but faithful to you just the same.”
Richelle E. Goodrich, Eena, The Return of a Queen

Richelle E. Goodrich
“Love is years of devotion, sacrifice, commitment, loyalty, trust, faith, and friendship all wrapped up in one. True love does more than cause your heart to flutter. It upholds your heart when the infatuation no longer makes it flutter.”
Richelle E. Goodrich, Eena, The Return of a Queen

Richelle E. Goodrich
“True love is a developed and intense appreciation for someone. It’s that perfect awareness that you are finally whole when she’s with you, and that hollow incompleteness you suffer when she’s gone.”
Richelle E. Goodrich, Eena, The Return of a Queen

Richelle E. Goodrich
“Love is knowing someone so deeply, understanding her so completely, that you can finish her thoughts without hesitation, confident in reading her face, her body, even her slightest gesture means something to you.”
Richelle E. Goodrich, Eena, The Return of a Queen

Richelle E. Goodrich
“Yes, he knew he was falling in love, her way. And the worst part was, as disabling as he found the emotion to be he craved it all the more. To feel this way about a woman was amazing even if it was ‘temporary and fleeting’, as he’d put it. It was a natural high like he’d never felt before. One he couldn’t get enough of.”
Richelle E. Goodrich, Eena, The Return of a Queen

Richelle E. Goodrich
“Despair is not for the living
but for those unable to rise and continue;
they are the only souls with a right to it.
It is an end where breath and strength and will
have vanished, leaving no way to persevere.
To sink into the abyss that is despair
is to suffer an existence far worse than death;
therefore, cling to its enemy, our ally—hope.
For life goes on,
and we must not live in despair.
We must not.”
Richelle E. Goodrich, Eena, The Two Sisters

Richelle E. Goodrich
“When you do fall in love with me, Eena, I don’t want it to be because I gave into your demands, but because your heart gave into its desire to truly be loved.” With an injured frown he uttered goodnight and left the room.

She stood alone, chastised and bruised. It seemed right to apologize for her insensitive words, but not now. Not while a room full of people remained out there.”
Richelle E. Goodrich, Eena, The Return of a Queen

Richelle E. Goodrich
“And what about your brother, Agus? Will he be entertaining us with his pipes?”

“Agg,” Shanks rasped, wrinkling his nose. “I didn’t tell you? He ain’t with us no more.” A heavy fist slammed on the arm of the Viidun’s chair as he growled, “The idiot went off and got himself killed!”

“What?” Derian and Eena replied in unison, both horrified by the news.

“You heard me!” Shanks bellowed. “The crazy fool should’ve known when to duck. He died in a bloody challenge with some brainless Deramptium! A downright disgraceful way to die! I’m ashamed to say he was my brother!”

“That’s a little harsh, isn’t it?” Eena muttered, mostly speaking to Derian.

“What was that?” the Viidun demanded.

Derian whispered a hush to Eena. Addressing Shanks, he expressed their condolences. “We are truly sorry for your loss. Your brother will be sorely missed. On the other hand, we look forward to welcoming you and your crew aboard the Kemeniroc.” Derian held up his right hand, extending his thumb and two adjoining fingers. “Strength, truth, and honor, friend,” he said, ending their conversation.

“Strength, truth, and honor,” Shanks repeated.

The screen went black. The captain turned to Eena who was still in shock.

“You have to understand,” he explained, “the Viiduns are a fiercely competitive people with proud, warring ways. Their culture doesn’t call for much sympathy, especially when it appears one of their own has failed to live up to expectations.”

Eena was still disturbed by the lack of compassion. “But that was his brother.”

“I know. I can hardly believe it myself. Shanks and Agus were very close. They traveled everywhere together. All I can figure is it’s easier for Shanks to express his anger than his anguish.”

“After all that, I’m not sure I want to meet him in person. He scares me,” she admitted.

Derian laughed. “He scares everyone. That’s why you want to keep him as an ally and not make him an enemy.”
Richelle E. Goodrich, Eena, The Return of a Queen

Richelle E. Goodrich
“Shhh, Eena, it’s going to be okay. I promise, you’ll get through this.”

She didn’t fight him, but grabbed onto his shirt, weeping softly into it as before. He began to hum faintly, a familiar Earth tune. Soon he was singing the words in that deep, consoling voice of his. The song itself was meant to be comforting, and his tender manner made it that much more effectual.

Eena recognized the song. She fell asleep to the soothing lyrics.

Abide with me fast falls the eventide.
The darkness deepens. Lord with me abide.
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.


He went on to sing the other verses, hoping to ease her broken heart. Until her grief finally healed, no matter how long it took, he’d be there for her.”
Richelle E. Goodrich, Eena, The Return of a Queen

Richelle E. Goodrich
“Why don’t you just spit it out?” she said sharply. “Just say what I know you’re dying to say—‘Eena, I told you so!’

“All I’m trying to say is that if you hadn’t used those powers in the first place, Gemdorin would never have known about them, the dragon’s heart would never have been uncovered, and consequently you would never have had to abuse those powers to defeat him. Then we wouldn’t be in this predicament right now.”

She summed it up for him concisely. “In other words, ‘I told you so!'
Richelle E. Goodrich, Eena, The Curse of Wanyaka Cave

Richelle E. Goodrich
“That was the coolest thing ever.” Eena smiled at the fact that she’d been lucky enough to touch the wings of a real crioness.

“That was highly unusual. I can’t believe they came right up to us—to you.”

“They were hungry, I’m sure.”

“Still, crioness are cautious. They always avoid people. To let you touch him like it did…..”

She grinned with pure satisfaction. “Wild huh? Derian’s not going to believe me when I tell him.” Eena cocked her head when Ian laughed out loud. “What?” she asked, a note of offense in her voice.

“Of course Derian will believe you. When does anything ever happen to you that isn’t unreal?”

Knowing he was right, she shoved him off the log anyway.”
Richelle E. Goodrich, Eena, The Curse of Wanyaka Cave

Richelle E. Goodrich
“The captain put his fingers to his temples as if he had a headache. “So, let me get this straight. Edgar, an immortal, who I assume is as unscrupulous as his sisters, tried to take that bracelet from you…”

“He did take it,” she corrected.

“I thought you said Zmey kept him from doing so.”

“No. Edgar did snatch it from me at first, but Zmey made him give it back. I guess because King Wennergren gifted it to me. That means no one else is allowed to have it—that is, unless I give it away.”

“So it’s good that you had Zmey there to help.”

“Well….not exactly,” she hemmed again.

“Not exactly, again?” Derian’s face tightened with frustration. He pressed harder on his temples.

“Zmey protects the bracelet because he has to, but he doesn’t care much for me.” She hesitated before uttering the next sentence. “He actually tried to kill me.”

“What? What! Why? Eena!

“It’s okay, really, I’m fine! Naga protects me from those other dragons.”

“Other dragons? For criminy’s sake, how many more are there?!”
Richelle E. Goodrich, Eena, The Curse of Wanyaka Cave

Richelle E. Goodrich
“I’ll tell you what,” she said, prepared to make a deal. “Let’s see how your ‘diplomacy’ would profit us. If you can give me a decent solution to a pretend situation, I’ll agree to have you accompany me instead of Shanks. Although, I don’t know how wise it is to leave a Viidun captain on the Kemeniroc in your absence.”

Derian agreed to the test. “Okay, what’s your question?”

She thought hard for a moment; her eyes scrunching in concentration, lips pulled down to one side. Then, as a crooked grin spread across her lips, she set up an imagined scenario.

“Pretend we’re down on the planet with this King Wennergren when he graciously offers to walk us through his cherished garden. While we’re there he begs me to touch his favorite, award-winning flower, hoping my powers will make it thrive and blossom. But for some strange reason it doesn’t respond to me the way plants do on our world. Instead of thriving, the flower withers and dies right before his shocked and furious eyes. Now pretend he’s easily offended and has a horrible temper…”

Derian cut it. “You have no idea what his temperament is like.”

“I know. That’s not the point.” Her eyes scolded him for interrupting. “Just pretend that he becomes outraged by my actions, assuming that I purposefully destroyed his prized plant. The angry king orders both of us to be seized and thrown into his deep, dark, inescapable dungeon. But, somehow we manage to dodge his line of soldiers and run into a nearby congested jungle, hiding beneath the foliage from our determined pursuers.

“Finally, pretend that we trudge along for hours, so deep within the trees that we begin to hear howling in the distance from dangerous, hungry beasts. They seem to sound off all around us. Every now and then we hear weapon’s fire as King Wennergren’s men fend off these wild animals. This only reminds us that the soldiers are still in pursuit. Far, far buried within the dark jungle we spot a clearing and head for it. Unfortunately, once we reach it we come across an entire pack of ferocious animals who begin to stalk us. So we turn around, only to face a line of soldiers from behind, pointing their weapons our direction. We’re surrounded by danger on both sides, Derian! Now, what do you do?”

She looked at him, wide-eyed and expectant.

“Eena, you have a terribly overactive imagination,” he said flatly.

She rolled her eyes, then impatiently asked him again, “Well? What would you do?”

“I’d stop pretending."

She fell back in her chair, groaning. “You’re still not going.”

“Try and stop me,” he dared.

“You know I can,” she reminded him.

He glared at her. “When the time comes, we’ll see.”
Richelle E. Goodrich, Eena, The Return of a Queen

Richelle E. Goodrich
“Stop tormenting Derian.”

“Me?” Edgar gaped at her with a clearly fake look of innocence.

“Yes, you.”

“And what about you? When will you stop tormenting him?” Edgar moved past the young queen to approach the unmoving captain. He circled the man as though he were checking out a statue on display

“I’m not tormenting him; why would you say that?”

“You have the poor guy believing you actually intend to marry him.” Edgar stopped to fix the captain’s collar, raising it up high and stiff around his neck.

“I do intend to marry him.” Eena followed her immortal watchdog and folded down the captain’s collar, repositioning it as it had been.

“Oh please,” Edgar groaned. “You’ve had two opportunities to do so, and on both occasions you turned him down.” Edgar elevated the captain’s elbow—adjusting him like a mannequin—leaving it in an awkward position. “The council expressed a desire for you to marry, and you nearly hyperventilated over the mere suggestion. And just recently, due to his own paranoia, Derian all but begged you to marry him. Your refusal couldn’t have been more swift or more adamant.”

Eena returned the captain’s elbow to his side as she retorted, “I’m only seventeen, Edgar! I have no desire to marry anyone right now. But when I am ready, Derian will be my husband.”

Edgar took hold of the captain’s outreaching arm and shoved it forcefully down. “He will not.”

“He will so!” Eena raised the arm back to where it had been and warned her rival, “Don’t touch him again, Edgarmetheus!”

“Fine, fine,” the immortal ceded. Then with a smug grin he added, “If this had been Ian, you would never have let me touch him in the first place.”
Richelle E. Goodrich, Eena, The Two Sisters

Richelle E. Goodrich
“Eena turned aside, breathing shallowly as her mind raced with questions. She was glad he couldn’t read the confusion that swooped her up like a passing tornado. Was it even possible to genuinely love more than one man?

Yes. Oh, yes.

She knew it because her heart irrefutably felt it. She loved Derian; it was true. She wasn’t trying to convince herself of it, no matter what Edgar said. She yearned deeply for her captain.

But she loved Ian too. She always had. Only she purposefully, appropriately, had set those feelings aside when he made the decision to pursue Angelle.

But Angelle was gone now.

No, Eena thought to herself, this changes nothing. She scolded her heart for longing for something spent and ended, for even considering the possibility. Her with Ian? No, no, it had to remain in the past.”
Richelle E. Goodrich, Eena, The Two Sisters

D.R. Graham
“I don't have the time, skill level, or experience to date one guy, let alone two. Fortunately, there's more to life than boys. How about we focus on something other than me finding a mate?”
D.R. Graham, Put It Out There