Beauty and the Highland Beast Quotes

“What it like to sail?" she asked.
His gaze shifted, and he stared into the distance. "It's freedom. Like riding a powerful horse with a gait like silk. You speed over the waves, carried on the wind, held up over an unknowable depth of water beneath you, with the entire sky above. And that sky is a different color depending on where on earth you are. There are a thousand shades of blue. You can look up and know where you are, just by the color. And the stars at night - there's indescribable beauty in the stars, like a woman's eyes, flashing, shining... And yet, they are tools, enabling navigation, a map to follow..."
She stared at his profile as he spoke, at the scars that marred his brow and cheeks, the crooked line of his broken nose, the elegant, aristocratic line of his jaw, half-hidden under the shadow of stubble, and the soft, sensual curve of his mouth. She saw the sea in his eyes, smelled the wind, tasted the salt, and she felt her chest tighten with a longing to sail, to experience speed and adventure. Breathless, she felt the presence of the man in the portrait, the rogue, the bold captain. Her heart twisted as she imagined him in prison, beaten, chained, tormented to madness. He was still a prisoner, trapped inside the cage of his injured flesh, his damaged bones, his memories of unspeakable horrors.
What would it take to set him free?”
― Lecia Cornwall, Beauty and the Highland Beast

“He stared into the golden pools of her heavy-lidded eyes, and her emotions easy to read. "Have you bewitched me after all?" he asked softly, drowning in honey.”
― Lecia Cornwall, Beauty and the Highland Beast

“The sensation burst over her, flames and sparks, stars, and all that was holy. She clung to him, blinded by the sun above her, feeling like the light had entered her veins to sing through her book, lift her high above the earth.”
― Lecia Cornwall, Beauty and the Highland Beast

“You are the most irritating man I've ever met!"
He grinned. "But you like my kisses."...
"Am I not to have dreams, or desires, or enjoy - pleasure? 'Twon't do, Alasdair Og Sinclair, kissing a lass, and then forbidding her to have any more, when it's your fault I like kisses.”
― Lecia Cornwall, Beauty and the Highland Beast

“His arms came around her, he pulled her against his chest, and his mouth touched hers, more gently than she had kissed him, but with a hunger even she could feel. His lips were warm and soft, then demanding. She curled her fingers in the open laces of his shirt, grazed the skin of his chest with her nails, felt the beat of his heart. He ran his tongue over the seam of her lips, and when she gasped, he invaded her open mouth. The sensation of his tongue against hers, the whisky taste of him, sent a thrill coursing through her. She made a sound of amazement, kissed him back, following his lead. He smelled of wool and sea wind. She slid her hands around his neck, wove them into his thick, soft hair, stood on her toes, and pressed herself closer against the hard length of his body, wanting more. He made a small sound in his throat and deepened the kiss, sliding his hands up the curve of her back to pull her nearer still, cupping her head while he plundered her mouth like a pirate, It was how she dreamed a kiss would be - hot, sweet, tingly, and utterly overwhelming. She couldn't think, couldn't stop.”
― Lecia Cornwall, Beauty and the Highland Beast

“I won't be at the bonfire," Dair repeated stubbornly....
But Dair would not go. He didn't dare. Fia in firelight would drive even the sanest man to sin.”
― Lecia Cornwall, Beauty and the Highland Beast

“The cat let out a low, anguished yowl, and all three warriors jumped to attention and looked at the creature. Beelzebub prowled in a circle, then flopped over onto his side.
"He's dying," Jock whispered.
The cat gave an exasperated sigh and shut his eyes.
Dair regarded Fia's pet. "He wants a lass, a female cat," he said....
He looked at the cat again, at the bored expression, the edgy swish of his tail, the tense, restless muscles, and knew just how the beast felt.”
― Lecia Cornwall, Beauty and the Highland Beast

“Dair had always been lucky - until he wasn't.”
― Lecia Cornwall, Beauty and the Highland Beast

“Have I shocked you, mistress? Do you still believe you can heal him? A virgin who's seen nothing of the world, a man who's seen the very worst of it?" John demanded, his voice hard edged.”
― Lecia Cornwall, Beauty and the Highland Beast

“Dair stared at his father's hand, fisted tight on the arm of his chair, and ignored the question. "I saw her in the bailey with her cat. A terrible beast."
Padraig grinned. "The lass or the cat?”
― Lecia Cornwall, Beauty and the Highland Beast

“It's in your hands whether he lives or dies, or stays as he is with one foot in each place," the old woman had said.
Doubt and homesickness opened a cavern inside her. She remembered how it felt to be filled with pain too great for her tortured mind and body, hoping someone would find her, forgive her, heal her. But now she feared Alasdair Og's darkness would consume her, and she would be as lost as he.
This time forever.”
― Lecia Cornwall, Beauty and the Highland Beast

“These are Scottish lassies. They'll have been brought up to believe that Englishmen have long tails and cloven hooves."
"I'll be happy to prove there's no tail on this Sassenach," John said, grinning.
"Ah, but if they see you without breeches they'll know the other wee rumor about Sassenach men is true. They'd certain not have you then.”
― Lecia Cornwall, Beauty and the Highland Beast

“I've come for one of your lasses," Sinclair said again. "A maid - she must be a virgin."
Donal folded his arms over his chest. "What for? Pagan sacrifice?”
― Lecia Cornwall, Beauty and the Highland Beast