Deep Plunge Quotes

“How long has it been?” He gave the underside of the human’s cock a slow reverse lollipop lick, head to balls. “Since you let yourself come in a man’s mouth?” “Oh,”
― Rory Ni Coileain, Deep Plunge

“I never knew how lonely I was, until I wasn’t any more. “Oh,”
― Rory Ni Coileain, Deep Plunge

“But I’m not human. And if you’ll stop fighting me, I might be able to heal you. If I don’t die trying.”
― Rory Ni Coileain, Deep Plunge

“It’s a proverb, I guess you’d call it. ‘Hope is a knife so keen, you don’t feel the cut until you bleed.’” Soft lips brushed Garrett’s forehead, his temple, his cheekbone. “We’re both bleeding, lanan. Too late to stop it.” Stunned,”
― Rory Ni Coileain, Deep Plunge

“This had better be important, your Grace, there’s a luscious young man/woman/other whose appointment with paradise you’re delaying.” “You’ll”
― Rory Ni Coileain, Deep Plunge

“And he is dying, and I am six hundred fucking years too late to do anything about it.” “Spent”
― Rory Ni Coileain, Deep Plunge

“I know what I saw. My Demesne is Water, my gifts are healing and empathy. I saw his aura. He’s dying.” The words caught at his throat, clawed, as they left him. My scair-anam is dying, and there’s not a fucking thing I can do about it. A healer who can’t heal. Tiernan”
― Rory Ni Coileain, Deep Plunge

“Soul-share. He’d known it the moment he’d seen the male undulating up the pole. The shock when he’d felt the subtle whisper of magick within him had taken his breath. Magick. After what, six hundred years, give or take? He’d pushed his way through the crowd, captivated by the male’s grace and enthusiasm. And beauty.”
― Rory Ni Coileain, Deep Plunge

“Hey.” Garrett’s head was being cradled. In someone’s lap, probably, from the feel of it. A hand was touching his face. He opened his eyes, and looked up into the most stunning, sensual blue eyes he had ever seen. Eyes that peered at him anxiously, dark hair falling around them. The man’s fingers brushed Garrett’s cheek. “Are you all right, scair-anam?”
― Rory Ni Coileain, Deep Plunge

“He looked down at the gleaming surface, and fought down dizzying vertigo. The silver-blue Pattern gleamed in the circle below him, its lines finer than spun silk. And past the lines, he saw a sky full of stars. “Cho’hálan,” he whispered. So beautiful. One”
― Rory Ni Coileain, Deep Plunge

“That’s my job. And I trust you.” Words rarer even than ‘I love you’ among the Fae, and never spoken lightly. “Maybe”
― Rory Ni Coileain, Deep Plunge