A Thousand Shall Fall Quotes

“Keep this up, Mrs. Collier, and I may have to kiss you.”
― Andrea Boeshaar, A Thousand Shall Fall

“You brought sunshine to my dreary existence, Carrie. I can’t bear the thought of losing you.” “You won’t.” Again she kissed him, dousing the last smidgen of his concern. “I’ll never leave you again.” She whispered the promise against his mouth, and at her words, a deep, abiding love burned inside him, a love that would weather life’s storms. Peyton had no doubt that God created Carrie especially for him to love, cherish, and protect—and to make him a better man. “And no matter what,” he promised in return, “I’ll love you till the day I die.”
― Andrea Boeshaar, A Thousand Shall Fall

“And if you want an entire flock of children, my sweet, I shall be happy to do my part.” “Thank you.” The reply came out rather dreamily. But then she blinked and sucked in a breath. “Oh!” Crimson flooded her cheeks. “No, I didn’t mean—” “You didn’t?” Swallowing his mirth, Peyton narrowed his eyes. “I meant every word, Carrie.” Her mouth moved, but not a sound tumbled out. How fun she was to tease. “Seriously, I understand what you’re telling me, and when I get back we’ll discuss the matter at great length.” After one last kiss, he released her and strode from the study, deciding to leave her with the anticipation of his return.”
― Andrea Boeshaar, A Thousand Shall Fall

“Did you know this little one is number six for them?” Peyton chuckled softly. “Mr. Finch will soon have his own company of Union troops.” Carrie moved closer to him, her skirts rustling with each step. “Did I forget to tell you that I hope and pray we have as many children … or even more?” “Oh?” Peyton buttoned up his jacket. “You may have forgotten to communicate that small detail.” Not that it mattered to him. If God blessed them with a brood, he would consider his quiver full indeed. If not, he and Carrie would still find happiness together. “You do like children”—her right eyebrow dimpled—“don’t you?” “I eat them for breakfast.” He chuckled at her wide-eyed expression. “If you’d known that, would you still have married me?” “Yes.” She lifted her chin rather defiantly. “I will just keep the urchins away from you in the morning.”
― Andrea Boeshaar, A Thousand Shall Fall

“Peyton gathered Carrie Ann in his arms and the couple began to waltz. What a fine sight they made, Carrie gazing adoringly up into Peyton’s smiling face. He held her gently yet possessively, as if she were a rare treasure, which indeed she was. And then … mercy! The rascal kissed her right on the mouth.”
― Andrea Boeshaar, A Thousand Shall Fall

“When the line of incoming guests ended, Peyton put his arm around Carrie’s waist. She looked enchanting tonight with her reddish-brown tresses pulled back off her face save for the ringlets that brushed against her bare shoulders. Her skin glowed with softness, and Peyton longed to kiss his way down her neck and across her collarbone.”
― Andrea Boeshaar, A Thousand Shall Fall

“Perhaps you should go back out.” “You’re worried about Major Johnston?” Peyton laughed softly before kissing the side of Carrie’s head. “Vern’s a big boy.” Hands on her shoulders, he turned Carrie so she faced him. “You should have seen him repelling the enemy today. Most men surrendered before he could even raise his saber.” Peyton gathered her in his arms. “And you?” Carrie toyed with the gold trim on his shell jacket before looking up into his face. “I’m sure you fought bravely.” “Amazingly so, thank God, and with such ease. The cavalry as a whole performed well, but my regiment in particular. Carrie, if you had witnessed it, you’d be in awe of their skill and dash.” “I’m sure I would have been very proud to see them … and you. I’m proud of you, and so very relieved that you’re alive and uninjured.” Looking pleased, he touched the tip of his nose to hers. “I hope I didn’t cause you embarrassment by my rather enthusiastic greeting. When I saw you I lost all sense of dignity.” “Hardly.” His eyes smoldered, and his hold around her tightened. “Carrie, I am now the envy of an entire brigade.” On that pronouncement, he kissed her soundly.”
― Andrea Boeshaar, A Thousand Shall Fall

“Peyton had been considering little else since leaving Winchester. He hated the thought of his arrangement with Carrie ending. He couldn’t imagine her going off on her own, unprotected and vulnerable. What’s more, the idea of another man holding Carrie in his arms, kissing her … Peyton felt a vein begin to throb in his neck. Unacceptable!”
― Andrea Boeshaar, A Thousand Shall Fall

“Carrie, let’s not talk of the war anymore.” Peyton pressed a kiss on her cheek, slowly, deliberately. Her eyes fluttered closed as she relished his nearness. His musky scent mingled with woodsmoke and leather. “What would you rather talk about?” She fought to keep her composure in spite of her heart’s sudden hammering. Without another word, he gathered her in his arms and slid his lips to her mouth. Carrie’s world began to spin. Her legs threatened to give way. The fire crackled in the hearth, but even its flames couldn’t rival the newly sparked feelings for Peyton. They burned deeply inside of her as she returned his kisses. After several delicious moments, his lips brushed the bridge of her nose. “Now, what did you ask before I so rudely interrupted?” “I can’t remember.” She heard his husky chuckle as he kissed her jaw, her neck …”
― Andrea Boeshaar, A Thousand Shall Fall

“I packed some gear for you, just in case it rains or you get hungry,” Tommy said, stepping forward. “How very thoughtful. Thank you.” “And … well, I can tell you look real pretty in that dress.” Carrie was touched. Standing on tiptoe, she placed a sisterly kiss on Tommy’s cheek. “You’ll make a fine soldier someday.” “Golly.” He rubbed the spot on his face that her lips had touched. Carrie’s face flamed as Peyton and Major Johnston’s chuckles sailed the distance. She’d never known a male to react to her like Tommy did just now.”
― Andrea Boeshaar, A Thousand Shall Fall

“The colonel reached up and brushed a curl back from Carrie’s cheek, tucking it behind her ear. His gentle touch was healing salve for her aching heart. His eyes held hers for several long seconds. Then in seemingly one smooth motion, he dropped his hand and stood. “Good night, Miss Bell—er, Carrie Ann.” He gave her a polite little bow, but his eyes held a certain light. He genuinely cared about her.”
― Andrea Boeshaar, A Thousand Shall Fall

“He ends his letter with, ‘I believe you’ll like her.’” “What does he care if we like her or not? If she’s company, we’ll do right by her and he knows it.” “Of course we will.” Ruth glanced between Peyton’s missive and the more delicate penmanship that appeared on the slip of paper. Then she looked at Tabitha. “I imagine our questions will be answered soon enough. Meanwhile, you and I need to go into town and visit Miss Isles and see about some dresses.” “But, Miss Ruth, it ain’t like our boy to send us a young lady and want her outfitted too.” Tabitha’s brown eyes narrowed suspiciously. “It is quite extraordinary, isn’t it?” “I’m wondering if …” “The same thing I’m wondering, no doubt.” A grin split Tabitha’s dark face. “Maybe we didn’t fib to Miss Frances after all.”
― Andrea Boeshaar, A Thousand Shall Fall