Southern Cross Quotes

“Strip naked...my two favorite words in the English language--”
― Lioness DeWinter, Southern Cross

“...But I am the most horrified at the slim young man who is upon his knees, clad in the same white trousers as I, his long, black hair framing his face like soft, shining curtains as he rests his head on his clasped, shackled hands and prays.

"Brian," I sob, my anguish causing my voice to break. "I don't want you in this place..."

He raises his head and pulls me down beside him. His sightless eyes seem to look straight into mine.

"You aren't alone anymore, Obadiah," he says gently. I weep, and take him back against me the best that I can, with my shackled wrists, and we rest against one another...two vessels ready for the last journey.

"I couldn't let you go without me, 'Baddy," he says softly. "I'd never find a love like yours again, even if I lived for a million years! There is only one you. When a person is gifted with a love like this, it should be defended at all costs..."

I weep then, for real...for this precious child, who will pay the ultimate price for loving me...how he must love me, indeed...”
― Lioness DeWinter, Southern Cross

“I hold no illusion of why I'm here. I know what's in store for me. I know that I am to die. Timothy and I have spoken of it often in the past couple of years, and I must willingly submit to what I was meant to do, the role I was literally born to play. Now, I understand why I have always been drawn to the Bible, although it seems so contrary to my true nature...

My surname is an omen, as well: St. John. As a youth, a new gypsy boy, I had always mocked it. As a dynamic young preacher, I embraced it. Now, as I lay here, waiting for the end, I accept it for the omen that it is.”
― Lioness DeWinter, Southern Cross

“It is a very grand carriage indeed, and behind it, Toshiro follows on foot, leading a small donkey, with a tiny wretched figure upon it, draped in a black robe, head bowed...

Timothy.

At once, the crowd is ugly and electric...the hatred so strong, I am literally sickened by it. I turn my head and vomit.

When Timothy reaches the section of believers, they throw down rose petals and palm leaves into the street, shouting:

"THE SAVIOR! THE KING'S AMBASSADOR! HAIL TO THE KING OF HEAVEN!!!”
― Lioness DeWinter, Southern Cross

“Indeed, everyone is seemingly smiling and laughing, except for the large group of gypsy boys, and other followers of Tim's, whom have been sectioned off from the others. Knowing full well the risk of publicly supporting Timothy's ministry, they have nonetheless very bravely come to offer moral support, and to pay their last respects.

My eyes fill with tears at their dedication and loyalty; as humble as they are, every one of them is grander than any earthly king to me...”
― Lioness DeWinter, Southern Cross

“Matty, you are crazy, cuckoo, banana-crackers!”
― Lioness DeWinter, Southern Cross

“Up yours, Dearest.”
― Lioness DeWinter, Southern Cross

“I lift his chin and gaze into his face, so darkly beautiful, and I lower my mouth to his without a word...
Sometimes, there is no need for words.
It is not a romantic kiss, but a reassuring one.
"You need to let me go, Brian..."
"And you, I, Matthias," he says sadly, as I lift my head, and gaze into the eyes of Timothy, my husband, who has silently approached us on foot, sword drawn.
As I have just stated, sometimes words are unnecessary.
Timothy looks as if the weight of the entire world has fallen upon him. His eyes are wide and solemn, his face, gaunt. One solitary tear trickles down his cheek. His wings drag on the ground, the feathers filthy and dark with mud.
"Matthias, how could you?!" he whispers huskily. "You...of all people...betray me, with a...with a kiss?"
I open my mouth to protest, but no words emerge. Indeed, what can I say?”
― Lioness DeWinter, Southern Cross