Windburn Quotes

“I can’t say it, Rhiannon. You’ve perfected the art of martyrdom. And I will never be one more burden, one more responsibility, one more person with whom you stayed out of duty. I can’t be one more obligation. So I can’t say it.”
― Milena McKay, Windburn

“Rhiannon’s voice was disconcertingly devoid of any intonation.”
― Milena McKay, Windburn

“intonation.”
― Milena McKay, Windburn

“farcical,”
― Milena McKay, Windburn

“How I really feel? I feel that everyone around you your entire life let you down and yet made you believe that you were the one to blame.”
― Milena McKay, Windburn

“cacophony”
― Milena McKay, Windburn

“acumen”
― Milena McKay, Windburn

“Rhiannon was too old for fairy tales and too damaged for useless wishes. She’d made her choices and was paying her price.”
― Milena McKay, Windburn

“Prudent.”
― Milena McKay, Windburn

“surreptitiously”
― Milena McKay, Windburn

“naïf”
― Milena McKay, Windburn

“nascent”
― Milena McKay, Windburn

“Crow & Cat. Don’t laugh. After all the things this building has seen, I think a crow and black cat are fitting. And it’s just silly enough to make me smile.” “Silliness is underrated, Rhiannon.”
― Milena McKay, Windburn

“acrimony.”
― Milena McKay, Windburn

“succor”
― Milena McKay, Windburn

“Perversely,”
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“schadenfreude.”
― Milena McKay, Windburn

“When Pru lifted her head, Rhiannon was still on her knees, her face wet and peaceful on Pru’s thigh, her breathing slowing down, and her mouth twisted in that patented smirk. Sly, teasing. Familiar. Beloved.”
― Milena McKay, Windburn

“Ceridwen’s smile was small, but the light of it brightened the room better than the candle.”
― Milena McKay, Windburn

“flagrante”
― Milena McKay, Windburn

“every touch both meticulous and superfluous.”
― Milena McKay, Windburn

“Yes, yes, don’t stop, please don’t stop. I don’t care about… Just please!” Rhiannon’s eyes were feral. “Good girl.” Oh, how sweeter the words were when addressed to her.”
― Milena McKay, Windburn

“Pru immediately choked on her mouthful of lukewarm coffee yet again and covered her face with her palms. “Sorry, sorry… I’m sorry.” “Are you sorry for not letting me reciprocate?” The Devil’s voice was so close to her ear. “Or for imagining me doing it right now…”
― Milena McKay, Windburn

“How was she to talk about being so overwhelmed by Rhiannon’s surrender, so utterly blessed to have been allowed to cause it, to witness it, that she did not want to see the aftermath?”
― Milena McKay, Windburn

“credence.”
― Milena McKay, Windburn

“harbinger”
― Milena McKay, Windburn

“epithet”
― Milena McKay, Windburn

“winsome”
― Milena McKay, Windburn

“The moment stretched and she wanted to say something, whether to keep Prudence with her for a few more moments or to push her away, she had no idea. The latter would be wiser. The former, more pleasurable. Selfish woman that she was, she chose pleasure.”
― Milena McKay, Windburn

“I saw it open and it’s late and I thought… We take care of our own in the Nest…” The rambling was endearing, Rhiannon realized, and so was the woman. The one who came to her in dreams and took care of her, kept her fears at bay. This strange, beautiful creature, who challenged her and never backed down and yet who at times couldn’t string two words together in her presence. And that was alluring in and of itself. A strong woman unraveling. For her.”
― Milena McKay, Windburn