Red Winter Quotes

“Actions change our course, influence our futures, but intentions define us, empower us. Without intent, we are nothing.”
― Annette Marie, Red Winter

“Because you are more to me now. Because you keep secrets like a kami and I’m curious what you hide. Because you are lonely and scared and I don’t understand why. Because you trust me when you know you shouldn’t. Because I believe you when you say you will keep your word.”
― Annette Marie, Red Winter

“Don’t forget me, Shiro,” she said hoarsely. “You’re not allowed to forget me.”
― Annette Marie, Red Winter

“Sometimes, beauty and sadness went hand in hand.”
― Annette Marie, Red Winter

“She stopped, a half-dozen paces still separating them. The frantic thudding of her heart filled her ears as she met his vacant crimson stare. “Don’t forget me, Shiro,” she said hoarsely. “You’re not allowed to forget me.”

He blinked slowly and something shifted in his gaze. His lips curved in his familiar crooked smile. “You’ll forget me someday, little miko.” His voice was even hoarser than hers, rough and coated in a hint of an animal growl.

“I’ll never forget you,” she told him. “I’ll remember you to my last day.”

“Do you promise?”

Her heart gave an odd little flutter. “Yes, I promise.”
― Annette Marie, Red Winter

“No,” he murmured, his voice smoother and deeper and somehow older. “You came back for me. I do owe you, and I will not accept your refusal.”
― Annette Marie, Red Winter

“Trembling, she rose to her feet, shuffled a few cautious steps closer, and stared down at him. Snow-white hair, as soft-looking as the fox’s fur, brushed across his forehead in a tousled mess—and poking out of his hair was a pair of white fox ears. His body was otherwise human, but he’d kept the ears.”
― Annette Marie, Red Winter

“I’ll never forget you,” she told him. “I’ll remember you to my last day.” “Do you promise?” Her heart gave an odd little flutter. “Yes, I promise.”
― Annette Marie, Red Winter

“Is that food?” Shiro asked, pointing at the large paper bag in Yumei’s hand.

Emi blinked at the bag. “Is that a takeout bag? How did you order takeout?”

“I stole it. I have no idea what it contains.”

“It smells good, at least,” Shiro said optimistically. As he crossed the room, his arm brushed hers, sending a little warm shiver through her. Relieving Yumei of the bag, he dropped down at the table and shoved the broken teacup out of the way.

Yumei hissed angrily.

“It’s just a cup. You have too much junk. Are you a raven or a magpie?”

The crows swooped down and landed on the table as Shiro ripped the bag open to investigate its contents. Emi tried not to think about the unlucky human who was now mysteriously short his dinner. Yumei started picking up pieces of the tea cup, his expressionless face vaguely gloomy as he collected its remains.”
― Annette Marie, Red Winter