Viking Romance Quotes

“It is a man’s world in which we live, Skraeda. Let them think us lambs, when truly, we are wolves.”
― Demi Winters, The Road of Bones

“My heart aches for you… for them in you
For angels shaking in fright… on a dreadful night
For them on site… for flames leaping on every height
For blood rolling like thunder… o'er a fragile kite
For souls so bright… like remnants of light
For a desperate plight… for hands held tight
My love, in my world… where no hope is in sight
And no right is right… what words can I write?
Our song went lost… with main and might
I'll tell you tonight… in the hush of midnight
Stay here and fight… for a mournful rite”
― Widad Akreyi, Zoroastrians' Fight for Survival

“I wanted to see the moment he realized that everything he had done to me—every slap, every punch, every kick—was kindling. It built me up into a raging wildfire, and now it was time for him to burn.”
― Demi Winters, The Road of Bones

“You’ve broken me…bewitched me…I know nothing except that I am miserable. All I can think of are your lips; the smell of your hair. How you felt in my arms; the way you made me feel so alive.”
― Demi Winters, The Road of Bones

“I’m not a good man, Curls. But you make me feel as though I could be one.”
― Demi Winters, The Road of Bones

“The powerlessness of people with pure intentions, in the long run, can sometimes be more powerful than power in the hands of those blinded or depraved by evil tempers.”
― Widad Akreyi, The Viking's Kurdish Love: A True Story of Zoroastrians' Fight for Survival

“You think yourself better than me because you smile and pretend the world is filled with good men? Because you believe everything will work out for the best? Your optimism is shallow and false, and one day, Sunshine, it will get you killed.”
― Demi Winters, The Road of Bones

“Your wits do not impress me thus far.”
― Demi Winters, The Road of Bones

“Most of the time, he’s controlling, with the temperament of a troll. Come to think of it, he has the manners of one too. And I do not like that he tried to kill me. Twice.”
― Demi Winters, The Road of Bones

“Silla had stepped off the cliff, the world was whizzing past her, and though she looked for a branch to grab, there were none to be found. There would be no turning back. It was time for her to fly.

Or to fall flat onto her face.”
― Demi Winters, The Road of Bones

“Because all the good people have died, yet still I breathe. I must honor them and their deaths. Make them mean something. --Reynir Galtung”
― Demi Winters, Kingdom of Claw

“She swung her legs around his waist and crossed her ankles behind his back. “I like the way your mind works,” she panted before losing herself in the sensation of his hardness rubbing against her core. Lief took the few steps across the room to the bed in record time and flung her down on the covers. He leaned back to tear his clothes off. “My mind hardly works at all when you are near.” She chuckled leaning back on her elbows, enjoying the view of naked flesh being revealed. She rose up on her knees and traced the ridges on his chest and abdomen. As her fingers trailed down toward his proud shaft, he captured her wrists.

“Be careful.” He smiled down at her. “I’m loaded and might go off any minute.”

She laughed. “You’ve been watching too many old Western movies with Harold.”
― Asa Maria Bradley, Viking Warrior Rising

“Pagan or Christian a man is never happier than when he has emptied his balls and drunk his fill.”
― Giles Kristian, Blood Eye

“Promise me, Moonflower. If we are attacked, you will run. Do not try to fight. Do not let them take you.”
― Demi Winters, The Road of Bones

“Wrath and judgment scraped across her skin. They watched her, waiting for her to shatter. Didn’t they know she was already broken? They’d taken her family, her castle, her kingdom, and now they’d taken her blood. What was there left to take? Surely they’d find it and take that, too. 
--Saga Volsik”
― Demi Winters, Kingdom of Claw

“Hakan was a chieftain ready for battle. Fear, the haze of it like when the Danes had attacked her village, skittered across her skin.
"Break the fast with me," she pleaded softly.
He hooked a finger under her chin. "You've convinced me to do many things I've not done before." He looked at the trees where her loom sat idle. "Like spend a summer day in the shade, and now you want me to keep my ship, my men, waiting. What will you have me do next?"He paused as if drinking in the sight of her. He hadn't shaved, and his jaw bore several days' growth. She itched to know the feel of those blonde whiskers. Her lips parted with bold, unspoken invitation.”
― Gina Conkle, Norse Jewel

“Helena smiled to herself, knowing they were discussing her...
"Even though she makes me a farmer?"
"She makes you a happy farmer.”
― Gina Conkle, Norse Jewel

“I'll eat whatever you put in front of me." He grinned uneasily, eyeing the egg. "You'll not toss that at my head, will you?"
"This?" Helena held the light brown egg between thumb and forefinger. "Why would I do that?"
Sven glanced from Hakan to Helena. She cupped the egg and let it roll across her palm.
"Helena." Hakan's voice threaded with warning. "Twould please me greatly to have my eggs cooked this morn."
She gave the egg a small toss and it plopped into her palm intact. "As you wish.”
― Gina Conkle, Norse Jewel

“Danes, Norse... all were from the northlands in the eyes of her people. To their fright-frozen minds, Hakan was another of the dreaded Norse, sweeping over the land like a plague and leaving little in the wake. But summer had yielded a different crop for her: not all Norse were vicious raiders out for death and plunder.
Hakan braced one foot on a rock. "And now the Norse wolf brings you safely home."...
"Aye," she said.”
― Gina Conkle, Norse Jewel

“I love the smell of you. Sea air, leather, and your skin...all of you." She sewed soft kisses over his chest, inching toward the hollow at the base of his neck. "You'll never be free of me."
His arms tightened like manacles, squeezing her closer. "Never have I wanted to be free of you.”
― Gina Conkle, Norse Jewel

“Freedom isn't found in a place, Hakan.”
― Gina Conkle, Norse Jewel

“Grief is the price one pays for love.”
― Thorvald Stronghawk/A Heart Enslaved