Lord of War Quotes

“You are breaking your promise, you know,” he remarked as she began to pull the bread apart. Curious, she looked at him. “What do you mean?” He was looking at his wine. “You promised not to look at me in my half-dressed state.” She stared at him a moment before dropping the bread and slapping her hands over her face. “You are correct,” she muttered through her hands. “I will not look if you wish to dress.” “Did you not even notice that I only have my breeches on?” She nodded. “I did, but I did not give it much thought. Forgive me.” He fought off a grin. “My, but you are comfortable around half-naked men.” She shook her head, hands still over her eyes. “I suppose I was not paying attention,” she said. “I was more focused on eating.”
― Kathryn Le Veque, Lord of War: Black Angel

“You know women; they like to be upset and them blame us for causing it.”
― Kathryn Le Veque, Lord of War: Black Angel

“Your father is escorting the duke into the keep,” she said excitedly. “God’s Beard, but he is an enormous man. I have heard tale about him and how he is the Black Prince’s henchman.  I would believe him evil simply by looking at him.”
― Kathryn Le Veque, Lord of War: Black Angel

“Until tonight, sweetheart,” he whispered to himself as he watched her go. He made a vow at that moment that he was never, ever going to force himself to stay away from her again.”
― Kathryn Le Veque, Lord of War: Black Angel

“What business do you have with my father?” she asked. Brandt didn’t look at her. “I have a question first.” “What?” “What is Pickle Snuff?” Ellowyn rolled her eyes. “It is a nickname, from childhood,” she said. “If you call me that, I shall be furious with you, so you would do well to remember that.” “I will.”
― Kathryn Le Veque, Lord of War: Black Angel

“She still could not believe what he had said to her and that kiss… well, it had been everything a first kiss should have been; passionate, sweet, and overwhelmingly sexy. Just thinking about it made her feel weak.”
― Kathryn Le Veque, Lord of War: Black Angel

“He gave her a half-grin. “Because I had no idea how dark my days were until I met you.  In that short amount of time, you have shown me the sun and it is blinding. I would be very happy to be blinded by you.”
― Kathryn Le Veque, Lord of War: Black Angel

“But my family is very affectionate so I suppose I grew up that way. When someone is hurt, friend or family, we comfort them.” “I am hurt?” She nodded faintly, studying his handsome face. “I think your heart is hurt and you do not even know it. You have never known anything else.” “Would you heal it?”
― Kathryn Le Veque, Lord of War: Black Angel

“May I ask you a question?” “Of course.” “Do you want people to see that side of you?” He shook his head without hesitation. “I do not,” he replied firmly, but then he looked at her, hesitantly, before continuing. “But I do not mind if you see that side of me.”
― Kathryn Le Veque, Lord of War: Black Angel

“Surely there is someone who would see you as a man and not as a war machine.” “I am one in the same.” She shook her head. “Untrue,” she countered firmly, softly. “Who you are as a man is completely different than who you are as a warrior.” He sat back, one big arm propped up on a bended knee. “Explain.” She looked thoughtful. “Well,” she said, “as a warrior, you are bent on death. I saw you in the battle today and you were focused, alert, and skilled.  That is the man they call the Black Angel.  But right now, as you sit here and converse with me, you are kind, interested, and thoughtful. You are concerned for my shoulder and concerned for me. To me, that speaks highly of who Brandt de Russe is as a man. You are more than the Bringer of Death; have a heart and a soul as well.”
― Kathryn Le Veque, Lord of War: Black Angel

“The duke was impressive to watch, in both strength and skill, and like a god, his skills were innate and flawless, his instincts without question.  Ellowyn began to see what all men saw in de Russe; she saw the black angel of legend. She saw Death.”
― Kathryn Le Veque, Lord of War: Black Angel

“He guided her back to the chair next to the table and pushed her down on it. “Sit there and finish your meal. But the very moment you are finished, I want you to get into bed. Is that clear?” She gazed up at him, indecisive, preparing to refuse, but the look on his face killed any sense of resistance. She nodded with resignation. “If you insist.”
― Kathryn Le Veque, Lord of War: Black Angel

“I heard tale that you were called the Black Angel,” she slurred. “Is there truth in this?” He lifted an eyebrow. “I suppose it depends on what side of my sword one is on.” “The enemy would call you this?” “As the right arm of Edward, the Black Prince, I suppose they had to come up with a name for me. Black Angel, Bringer of Death, has followed me around for some time.”
― Kathryn Le Veque, Lord of War: Black Angel

“Yesterday you hated the sight of me. Today I am your savior. I am not sure I am comfortable with your abject adoration.” Ellowyn knew enough to know that he was trying to ease her mood, her fears, after such a terrifying ordeal.  She appreciated the attempt. “Would you rather I throw things at you?” she said helpfully. “Would that make you more comfortable?” He broke out in a smile, those straight white teeth gleaming in the weak morning light. “Perhaps not,” he said, glancing over his shoulder at his knights who were now filtering from the room and back out into the rain.”
― Kathryn Le Veque, Lord of War: Black Angel

“She has one hell of a temper so if any of you set her off, be warned that I will not step in to defend you. You are on your own.”
― Kathryn Le Veque, Lord of War: Black Angel

“It is not solely your fault, my lord. I... well, I believe I was quite angry with you this afternoon when you ignored me and I should not have been so…furious.” “You were belligerent.” “Aye, that too.” He fought off a smile. “You, my lady, have a bit of a temper.” “I do. I admit it. But if you know my father, then you also know it is an inherited trait.  He is a de Nerra, after all.”
― Kathryn Le Veque, Lord of War: Black Angel

“The last he saw, the big man had planted a trencher-sized hand on her bottom, causing her to howl.  They could hear her howling once or twice more outside. Ellowyn was howling because his swat bloody well hurt.  She was not only in tantrum mode, she was also in panic mode.  Brandt had her out in the street, marching across the muddy avenue as he spanked her soundly, not once but at least four times.  She could hear men cheering and laughing, and it only served to fuel her agitation.”
― Kathryn Le Veque, Lord of War: Black Angel

“Brandt couldn’t help the grin on his lips now. Lady Ellowyn was having a full-fledged tantrum and he ducked a platter as he made his way over to her.  The closer he got, the more furious she became.  By the time he reached her, she was trying to throw a stool but he yanked it out of her hands.  Bending at the waist, he tossed her up onto his shoulder and headed for the door.”
― Kathryn Le Veque, Lord of War: Black Angel

“With two words, he could make one feel as if Hell itself was approaching.  With two words, he could strike fear into the heart of anyone within earshot.”
― Kathryn Le Veque, Lord of War: Black Angel

“The de Nerra escort tried to hide from her view but within minutes she spied them, lingering in the shadows, and her eyes widened with outrage.  She pointed the knife she was using for her bread at them, silent words of threat implied, so the lot of them ducked away and went out the back of the establishment.  They would head around to the front so they could watch her from the street.”
― Kathryn Le Veque, Lord of War: Black Angel

“With that courage, she would make a fine knight herself,” he muttered, scratching at his neck because his mail was chafing badly. “I do believe I have just been threatened.”
― Kathryn Le Veque, Lord of War: Black Angel