Devon Quotes

“I hate how they have the power to kill my future, kill me. They treat my Black skin like a gun or a grenade or a knife that is dangerous and lethal, when really it’s them. The guys at the top powering everything.”
― Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé, Ace of Spades

“You're going down, Bronwyn. Them's fighting words.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, Raised by Wolves

“But I know dreams are dangerous; they give me too much false hope.”
― Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé, Ace of Spades

“Time is what I'm giving you," he said, staring down at her. His hand curved beneath her chin, compelling her to look at him. "There's only one way for me to prove that I will love you and be faithful to you for the rest of my life. And that's by loving you and being faithful to you for the rest of my life. Even if you don't want me. Even if you choose not to be with me. I'm giving you all the time I have left. I vow to you that from this moment on, I will never touch another woman, or give my heart to anyone but you. If I have to wait sixty years, not a minute will have been wasted- because I'll have spent all of them loving you.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Cold-Hearted Rake

“None of us are truly good,” the vicar said, at last. He put a hand on her shoulder, so gently, so kindly, and she almost threw up on the spot. “All we can do is live by the light we are given.”

“Some of us don’t have any light,” Devon said. “How are we supposed to live, then?”
― Sunyi Dean, The Book Eaters

“When you grow up like this, whether it’s in your nature or not, sometimes survival overpowers doing the right thing.”
― Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé, Ace of Spades

“I suppose you'd have ten wives if you could."

"I'd be sufficiently miserable with one. The other nine would be redundant.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Cold-Hearted Rake

“What am I going to do with you?” he asked huskily.
“I don’t know, but I suspect you’ll think of something.”
― Victoria Lynne, Captured

“I’ll teach you to dance.”
She smiled. “Right here?”
“Absolutely.”
“Are you going to sing for me as well?”
He sighed. “Have you ever heard a dog howl at the moon?”
“That bad, is it?”
“I’m probably insulting the dog.”
― Victoria Lynne, Captured

“I could feel Devon’s gaze on my face, reading my body language despite how hard I had tried to keep the irritation from showing. “They’d like you to move them to a tank they have set up. They’re going to trap them for this week and then let them go.” Of course they did.

I managed to keep from rolling my eyes but between Devon’s presence and immediately being swarmed by otters the minute we got near the water, I end up wishing that I had. Otters are fast little mammals in the water; the fur keeps the water off their skin while making them slick and fast while in their preferred environment. The hard lesson I’d learned had been that they could scamper and bound pretty darn quickly on land. Nearly twenty of the brown friendly creatures swarmed up the banks of the tributary and made raucous sounds of greetings at me. Two vets stood nearby with nets and silly grins on their faces and a puny four otters ready to be transported to where ever in two tanks on trucks quietly humming with earth energy. Mags and Evan had backed up when I’d been swarmed but Devon had stuck by my side and seemed highly amused by the otters climbing over and around him to get to me.

“They weren’t kidding about you and otters.” I shoot him a ‘no duh’ look and scoop up a pair to hand off to one of the Earth Elementals. We were saturating their habitat with majick, we’d been asked not to use majick on them, and so catching my willing victims by hand was the way I was going to do my task...”
― Sara Brackett, Elemental

“He's single. And is about to have clean socks. That's better than half the men you've gone out with lately already.”
― Vi Keeland, Happily Letter After

“I’m tired of having faith things will work out, only for any hope I have to be violently crushed.”
― Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé, Ace of Spades

“Tell me,” Cole coaxed again, “how would you handle me?”
“Well,” she began hesitantly, her eyes locked on his, “I suppose I’d begin by telling you what a fine figure of a man you are. How handsome—”
“Forget about my pretty face,” he interrupted.”
― Victoria Lynne, Captured

“But you kissed me!”
He wished she’d quit reminding him of that. It just made him want to do it all over again. “Devon, I give you my word, all I intend to do now is sleep.”
She studied him through narrowed eyes. “How do I know that once we’re in bed you won’t… won’t…”
“Turn into a wild, rutting beast who’s unable to control himself?” he supplied.
“Exactly,” she breathed, looking supremely relieved that he’d said it and not she.
“That’s very flattering, but I can assure you that you’re quite safe.” He waited until he saw her relax to add casually, “That only happens when the moon is full.”
― Victoria Lynne, Captured

“She pulled away, almost out of breath, and gazed up into his eyes. They were dark with passion and fire, fit within by a golden glow that sent her pulses racing.
“What was that for?” he asked huskily.
“Do I need a reason?”
“Never.”
― Victoria Lynne, Captured

“Cole smiled. “Love you,” he whispered softly. “I’ll be back soon to show you how much.”
― Victoria Lynne, Captured

“Oh, Cole,” she said, “the jewelry box is lovely—”
“It’s not for jewelry.”
She gazed up at him, surprised by his somber
tone. “Then what—”
“It’s a memory box, Devon. Something in which to store all those memories you collect, so you’ll never lose a single one.” He paused, looking both tender and serious at once. “Unlike the wedding gift you gave me, this one comes with strings attached. If you accept it, I expect the next fifty years of your life in return to help fill it up.”
Devon bit her lip to hide a wayward, trembling smile. “Only the next fifty?”
He shrugged. “We can negotiate after that.”
She nodded, swallowing past the tight knot in her throat. “That sounds like a pretty fair deal to me.”
― Victoria Lynne, Captured

“You don’t deserve me. Why should I waste my time on some bratty little whore who only wants someone to beat him until he can get off without guilt, huh? Someone who can’t follow a simple fucking direction. You don’t even want what I’m offering! You don’t want to find yourself; you want to get lost.” Devon stalked to the closet, grabbed Nicky’s coat, and hurled it at him. “So get lost.”
― Rachel Haimowitz, Master Class

“The only other complaint I had about Jane's books, cousin-loving aside, was the getting-together part. They were stories of such unconquerable love, such strong feelings. You follow these characters through the ups and downs of an emotional roller coaster, this breathtaking will-they-or-won't -they, and is it too much to ask for a little more time spent on the I-love-you-and-want-to-be-with-you part? It was the very best part, and I wanted to draw it out. I wanted kisses--good, long, passionate ones. Jane never wrote about those.”
― Emma Mills, First & Then

“—Esta vez no, pimpollo.
Arqueé una ceja. Puede que Blake tuviese razón en su obsesión, pero…
—¿Pimpollo? —repetí.
—¿No ha sonado tan épico como pensaba?
—Ni de lejos.”
― Carlos J. Eguren, Devon Crawford y los guardianes del infinito

“—Nuestras decisiones nos pertenecen. Debemos cargar con ellas y esperar que pesen lo menos posible. Lo siento si os he sepultado con alguna de las mías.”
― Carlos J. Eguren, Devon Crawford y los guardianes del infinito