Cloak and Silence Quotes

“Shall I show you the door...or would you rather go out through the wall?" - Maris”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Cloak & Silence

“Did you wake him?"
"If I say yes, will you spank me?"
Syn rolled his eyes. "You're horrible, Mari.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Cloak & Silence

“You are my life.”
-Maris”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Cloak & Silence

“Yes, well, I tried seriousness once and found it made my butt look fat. Who wants to live like that?”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Cloak & Silence

“Darling gave him a sad smile. “Maris and I have been to hell and home together. Back to back, we have defended each other with everything we possess. Anytime we needed to turn to someone, we called each other. Until today. When he thought he was dying, it was your voice he wanted to hear last. Not mine. Honestly, a part of me is a little hurt. I’ve never had to share him before with anyone. But I love him enough to let him go. His happiness means everything to me.” “Me, too.” Darling hugged him close. “Thank you for calling me.” “Thank you for saving him.” He pulled back and offered his hand to Ture. “Brothers?” “Brothers.” *”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Cloak & Silence

“It was the morning when she went confront my father's killer. I asked her why she wouldn't let one of the soldiers or gerents handle his rescue. And she said to me that all little girls, regardless of what they say, dream of a prince to come in and sweep them off their feet and save the day. But what no one ever mentions is that all little boys dream of a princess to do the same thing for them. But the problem with princes and princesses is that they're spoiled and self-absorbed. They act in their own best interest. They don't go after their loved ones to rescue them so much as they do it for their own vainglory, and to serve themselves. While she'd had many princes try for her hand, it was a king who had claimed her heart. Unlike princes, kings take responsibility. they think of others instead of themselves and they will risk everything, even their very lives , for those they love. It is never about them, but rather about the ones they cherish most. they love to such depth that they would sacrifice all just to see their family smile. For every thousand princes, there is only one king. And such rare men do not deserve a useless princess who sits on her duff and orders others to worship her and do her bidding. Kings deserve queens- rare women who never flinch to do whatever it takes to keep their king safe. Women who have the courage to face any attacker and to rally to whatever challenge life throws at them. I will not sit here, she said to me, and let your father suffer while I hide in comfort. He risked his life to keep us safe and I will do no less for him. If it means my life, so be it. After all, he is my life and I don't want to live without him. He deserves only my best and that's exactly what he's going to get, no matter the personal cost.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Cloak and Silence

“Snorting, Maris swept his gaze over some of the handful of people who meant everything to him. No, they weren’t related by blood. But they were bound by something a lot stronger, and more powerful. Mutual love and respect. And that was the only thing in the universe that was truly indestructible. He’d spent the whole of his life trying to find someplace he belonged. Now he had it, and it was so much better than any of his dreams. No, the people around him weren’t perfect. Neither was he. But they tried and they loved him. Just as he loved them. That was all that really mattered. It was the best anyone could hope for and right now, he knew one undeniable truth…. He really was the luckiest bitch in the universe. And as long as he had Ture and their son with him, nothing else would ever matter more.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Cloak & Silence

“Ture turned away then spun about so fast that Maris barely realized he’d done it. Before he could react, Ture pulled him into his arms and kissed him with a passion that made his head reel. Maris growled deep in his throat as he wrapped his arms around Ture’s lean, ripped body and held him close. He hungered for Zarya’s friend a lot more than he should. A lot more than made any kind of sense to him. Ture slid his hand down Maris’s back and pressed his hips against his until he felt the fact that Ture was as hard for him as he was for Ture. Damn it. Why couldn’t his body, for once, listen to his brain? “This is a mistake,” he breathed against Ture’s lips. He knew it with every part of himself. Fisting his hand in Maris’s hair, Ture teased his earlobe with his tongue, sending even more chills over his body. “I swear to you, Mari... I won’t ever be your mistake. Let me give you the love you deserve.” Those words carved themselves into his heart and burned with an indescribable pain. Wanting”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Cloak & Silence

“Trustan’s eldest son, Crispin, had been the one who’d chased him across the schoolyard that fateful day. While Maris hadn’t really understood the insults they’d yelled, he knew the misery of being punched and slapped while being unable to strike back. Tired of it all, he’d been praying for death when out of nowhere a boy half his size had slammed into Crispin and knocked him away from Maris. Like some mythical hero, Darling had beat the bastard down and told him that he better never touch Maris again. Then he’d turned around, bleeding and bruised, and extended his hand to Maris. “Hi, I’m Darling Cruel. We should be friends.” In that heartbeat, Maris had fallen head over heels in love with him. And he’d been that way ever since. He’d never met anyone who came close to Darling’s loyalty, kindness, or generous spirit. Until Ture. For”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Cloak & Silence

“And though he would give anything to let Ture in, he knew better. He’d been down this bloody path too many times. As soon as his lovers realized that they could never supplant Darling in his heart, they turned on him with a justified hatred. Maris couldn’t help how he felt. Darling owned him. He always had. Even though they could and would never be anything more than best friends, Darling was his heart. He’d been there for Maris when no one else had. When the entire universe had slammed down on him and no one had cared, Darling, alone, had traversed hell itself to save Maris’s life. He shuttered every time he thought of where he’d be without his noble prince. If he’d even be alive. Sighing, he lifted himself out of the water to sit on the edge of the pool while Ture continued swimming. Memories surged as he reached for a towel. Even now, he could see Darling the day they’d met as tiny kids on a playground. Because”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Cloak & Silence

“Ghosts. Sorry. I try to keep them hidden, but sometimes they pop out at the worst times.” Ture swam closer to him. “Yeah, I know all about those.” Maris swallowed as Ture touched his shoulder in sympathy. The heat of his hand combined with the look on Ture’s face held him immobile. He knew he should pull back. Yet he couldn’t get his body to cooperate. Not when all he really wanted to do was swim closer. Before he could move, Ture captured his lips with his own. Maris growled at the sweet taste of him. It’d been way too long since he’d been this close to anyone except Darling. Every hormone in his body went into overdrive, and it was all he could do not to show Ture exactly how limber and powerful he was in water. His breathing labored, Maris nipped Ture’s chin as long-buried fantasies about having sex in the water surged. Since his people killed anyone who wasn’t heterosexual and he’d never dared to let anyone know about this side of him, he’d only been naked with a lover in water in his dreams. But now. . . . Don’t go there. Ture”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Cloak & Silence

“know,” Maris sighed. “I’m disgusting.” “No. You’re very beautiful like this.” Stunned, Maris looked up, unsure of what to expect. But he saw truth in Ture’s eyes, not horror. Ture cupped Maris’s cheek as he stared in awe of the man’s current appearance. He’d never seen anything like this. Mari’s skin reminded him of a sleek, silvery fish’s. Only it wasn’t scaled and it was as soft was warm velvet. Even his eyes were now an eerie glowing silver color. Not their normal dark chocolate. The neatest part was the beautiful design that was now visible around his eyes. Like someone had used dark gray and black eye shadow and liner to draw an intricate flowing scroll pattern. He”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Cloak & Silence

“Are you all right?” Yawning again, Ture nodded. They had spent the entire night talking about everything and nothing. Maris had definitely kept his promise to distract Ture’s thoughts from his sister. “Thank you, Mari.” He inclined his head to him. “Any time.” Ture kissed his cheek then he headed to his own room. Maris didn’t move as his cheek tingled from those lips. Lips he wanted to taste with a madness that made no sense. Why am I always attracted to what I can’t have? And he had no idea what it was about Ture that fascinated him so.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Cloak & Silence

“He would give anything if he could feel toward a lover one tenth of what he felt for Darling. Just for one heartbeat. But it wasn’t meant to be. He’d accepted that a long time ago. Darling would always be heterosexual. Nothing would ever change that, and his best friend would die before sleeping with him. Why can’t I walk away from Darling? Honestly, he’d tried. He’d gone from one man to another, hoping, aching that one of them would find a way into his jaded heart. And every one of them had disappointed him, and left him with scars that were deeper and uglier than the ones marring his body. But as he breathed Ture in, that part of him that he hated most surged forward. Hope was a fickle whore, and he hated the fact that he was her bitch. You’ve walked this path a million times, Mari. Only Darling was Darling. Everyone else was a poor substitution. Clenching”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Cloak & Silence

“Stepping back from the bed, Maris hit the release for his helmet then pulled it off. For a full minute, Ture couldn’t breathe as the full impact of Maris’s looks overwhelmed him. His face finely boned and well chiseled, Maris was male beauty personified. Deep, dark eyes held him captive as they betrayed the depth of Maris’s intelligence and zest for life. The sweat from battle had left his short dark hair plastered to his head, but it didn’t detract from his handsomeness at all. Rather, it made him even more appealing, more masculine. Yet it was those plump full lips that made Ture’s throat go dry. Lips he wanted to taste so badly that for a moment, it drove away all thoughts of pain. Damn... He should have let Zarya introduce him to Maris a long time ago. What had been his problem? Obviously it was something called stupidity. Maris”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Cloak & Silence

“and to be the queen she wanted me to be.” He kissed the side of her head. “Sweetie, you are better than any queen. You’re a freedom fighter for our people, and if your Darling is the king you think him to be, you will live to be an empress.” “Then I shall be an empress. You will see.” Ture smiled at the sincerity of her tone. How she could still believe in fairytales after everything life had tossed in her face, he had no idea. “Fine then. Just make sure when you’re empress, you find a king for me.” “I will.” Ture”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Cloak & Silence

“Maris couldn't help how he felt. Darling owned him. He always had. Even though they could and would never be anything more than best friends, Darling was his heart.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Cloak and Silence