A Soul to Revive Quotes

“If they pulled his heart from him enough times, would it stop aching the way it did?”
― Opal Reyne, A Soul to Revive

“I am not alone now.”
― Opal Reyne, A Soul to Revive

“She,” Ingram corrected, as a small amount of awe filled him. His sight turned dark yellow in curiosity. “The Mavka is female.”
― Opal Reyne, A Soul to Revive

“I’m not a fucking boy – I’m a man. One that’s treated you better than anyone else.” “You’re actually a little bitch. I was just trying to be nice.”
― Opal Reyne, A Soul to Revive

“He wanted to collect each piece. They were his. His to keep, to heal, to touch, to guide, and hopefully revive.”
― Opal Reyne, A Soul to Revive

“He pushed his deflated dick down and his tentacles wrapped around it. Then he pressed both within his seam and held it shut. Just as he let go, a stray tentacle tip flopped out, and he had to grip it closed once more. “Bloody hell,” she cursed. “What an effort to put one’s own penis away.”
― Opal Reyne, A Soul to Revive

“I swear... he’s the horniest fucker I’ve ever met. She wondered if all his kind were like this, or if Ingram was just... different. She hoped it was just him, otherwise any female they set their horny dicks on might be doomed.”
― Opal Reyne, A Soul to Revive

“She’d covered herself in his scent, marking herself with it, and it shot a thrill through every fibre of his being. She even fucking smiled up at him, like she was pleased that she’d showered herself in his essence.”
― Opal Reyne, A Soul to Revive

“T-too much!” He didn’t think so. He couldn’t scent blood, and she had accepted them. Could he work in another? He was having fun playing with her stretchy hole. Just as he pulled back a little, she grabbed his hand. “You better not be about to shove a fourth in.” “Fine,” he bit, pushing back in with just the three. “You are so warm inside here. Soft.”
― Opal Reyne, A Soul to Revive

“His orbs turned white, and he flinched each time, unsure as to why she was attacking him with her lips. Is this punishment for letting her be taken? She kept doing it, pecking him with a mwah sound each time she made contact. “Gosh, I’m so freaking happy to see you right now that I just want to kiss your damn face off.” Kisses? Is that what she was doing to him? These are good things?”
― Opal Reyne, A Soul to Revive

“It’s a joke. You know... like ha ha?” “You are not very funny, Emerie,” he stated bluntly.”
― Opal Reyne, A Soul to Revive

“Don’t you want to come for me?” she purred. “Emerie.” Was it another plea? A warning? A curse? Right now, she didn’t care. Her name being called, like she was torturing him with the sweetest rapture, was a wicked sin. She needed him to keep saying it until he roared to the world like he wanted every living thing in it to know she was the one who gave him release.”
― Opal Reyne, A Soul to Revive

“Don’t you want to come for me?” she purred. “Emerie.” Was it another plea? A warning? A curse? Right now, she didn’t care. Her name being called, like she was torturing him with the sweetest rapture, was a wicked sin.”
― Opal Reyne, A Soul to Revive

“Not everyone understood that when someone shared their pain with another who had just spoken of their own, the person was just trying to relate. To show them they cared and were someone they could truly lean on who didn’t need to imagine how they’d felt, but rather remember it on a deeply ingrained level. Unfortunately, it could often be misconstrued as a competition. Or sometimes people took offense to it, thinking they were belittling their pain, or trying to make it feel insignificant.”
― Opal Reyne, A Soul to Revive

“I’m not going to wash in front of you, Ingram!” she shouted, grunting and groaning. She even spun around so she could shove at him with her back, the heel of her boots slipping against the dirt and grass. “No. I want to make sure you do it properly.” “I know how to wash myself,” she argued back. “Pretty sure humans came up with good hygiene, not Duskwalkers.”
― Opal Reyne, A Soul to Revive

“What did bother him was the dirt sprinkles on her nose, cheeks, forehead, and chin. When I find a lake, I will have to toss her in it. She mostly smelt clean, other than the residual sweat from all their walking over the last day. He was disappointed she didn’t know how to clean her face properly.”
― Opal Reyne, A Soul to Revive

“This is what it means to be a male?” He lifted a hand and wrapped it around the end of his beak in what she figured was deep thought. “What does your dick or cock look like then if you are female? Is yours also purple?”
― Opal Reyne, A Soul to Revive

“A cock, or dick. That’s what came out of you.” Then Emerie’s brows drew together. “Wait. How have you not seen it before? Wouldn’t you have needed to... you know?” When he tilted his head like he obviously had no idea about what she was talking about, something dawned on her. “Oh shit! You don’t pee!”
― Opal Reyne, A Soul to Revive

“Hopefully that meant she hadn’t seen Emerie give him a quick handshake with his dick. Greetings, Duskwalker. It’s a pleasure to release you.”
― Opal Reyne, A Soul to Revive

“Why do guys always call you ugly when you don’t give them what they want? And of course”
― Opal Reyne, A Soul to Revive

“Ingram had decided Emerie was the most delicate thing in the entire world. Therefore, he must protect her always. From creatures, humans, and even the water that could suffocate her. He would dive into the river and ferociously maim it if it tried to swallow her alive.”
― Opal Reyne, A Soul to Revive