Ghost's Dilemma Quotes

“You're this village's witch, even if you're my Ghost. I can't hold you back from what you need to do.”
― Morwen Navarre, Ghost's Dilemma

“Next time, you're coming with me," Ghost mumbled into Gerry's neck, listening to the comfortable thrum of Gerry's pulse.

"Next time?" Gerry sounded amused, and Ghost lifted his head to peer at Gerry. "Only if I get to pick where we go. The Northlands? Way too cold for me, even with a hot-blooded mate like mine." Gerry's lips muffled Ghost's laughing protest. Ghost settled in his arms. They exchanged soft kisses for a while until Ghost's head fell back against the pillows. Gerry's humming filled his ears and heart as he drifted off to sleep.”
― Morwen Navarre, Ghost's Dilemma

“Your tests are not over, Ghost of the Heartlands, Ghost of the witchsisters." Bruadar's voice rang like the voices in Ghost's visions, and despite the warmth of the fire, Ghost's spine turned to ice. "Ask the one who taught you. The witches count in threes. Twice you met death, and twice you earned a name. One more test waits for you.”
― Morwen Navarre, Ghost's Dilemma

“If you leave with me, they'll say we both ran away," Ghost said, his voice muffled in Gerry's cloak. "If you're here, they might believe I'll come back. Please, Gerry. I need to go alone. We talked about this. You said you would let me go if I needed to. I need you to be strong enough to let me leave.”
― Morwen Navarre, Ghost's Dilemma

“You're the first male witch in generations. You count for something. Your presence will be recorded by the witchsisters. Even though some of them hate you and would love to feed you to a lair full of hungry sind." Gerry's eyes held humor. "There are far more who'll make sure everyone remembers how the Witch taught Ghost, a witch and a seer, and a man of honor. I hope they mention your beautiful spiral. Those stones which glow when you're working your magic, but which never shine brighter than your eyes.”
― Morwen Navarre, Ghost's Dilemma

“You do more than squeak. You purr like a sind's whelp. You yowl a little, too, at exactly the right moments." Gerry caught Ghost's mouth in a deeper kiss. Gerry's breath was warm against Ghost's cheek as he spoke. "You blush and you growl. I want to keep you like you are just then. All smooth, bare skin and pink cheeks. Your eyes shining up at me brighter than your witchmark.”
― Morwen Navarre, Ghost's Dilemma