Scorched Quotes

“If I had known how good cooked meat tastes, I would have breathed my fire on all those pigs before I ate them.”
― Paula Quinn, Scorched

“Marcus?” he asked a moment later, while Marcus lowered them to the ground. “Do you like Sam?” “Aye, I do,” Marcus told him. “I love her.” “But Tabitha said one of the Whites told her you don’t love anything.” “Well.” Marcus kissed the top of his head. “The White was wrong.”
― Paula Quinn, Scorched

“Sam looked up at the ceiling. Are you bathing up there, Marcus? I am. Would you care to join me? She could almost see the smirk on his face when she told him to shut up.”
― Paula Quinn, Scorched

“She heard the sound of one tremendous flap and looked up in time to see the man who’d put a hole in the roof of her stable hovering in the air over her castle looking down at her. For the space of a breath, Sam’s heart completely stopped beating in her chest at what she saw in the bright light of day. Those were wings. They were real. And then she fainted dead away in her garden.”
― Paula Quinn, Scorched

“He glanced down between his legs and shook his head with utter disgust. How was he supposed to ravage virgins with that feeble thing? Padgora the White would pay for taking that from him as well. He”
― Paula Quinn, Scorched

“Marcus? He heard her a few minutes later. Marcus. Another part of him. A part that loved her—whether he understood it or not. A part that drove him to continue. Sing to me, he told her. Sing the song we heard the night we went flying, the night at my cave. Sing it and I’ll find you. Hurry, Marcus. I’m coming.”
― Paula Quinn, Scorched

“What were these strange feelings that made him want to protect her, live for her, and die for her?”
― Paula Quinn, Scorched

“I like kissing you,” he whispered roughly, dipping his forehead against hers. “I like kissing you, too,” Sam breathed. I am mad with desire for you. He told her silently. But there’s more to it. I want to make you happy. I find that I’m not happy unless you are. What does it mean? She wasn’t sure what it meant, but she liked it.”
― Paula Quinn, Scorched

“He leaned forward, over her. “The sight of you—the scent of you is driving me mad, Sam. Shall I beg you for a kiss the way Sir Tristan did with Lady Patrice?” He looked down into her eyes and smiled. That smile was Sam’s undoing.”
― Paula Quinn, Scorched

“You have no reason to fear me. I’ll prove to you that I’m not a monster.”
― Paula Quinn, Scorched

“And she was wrong about him not loving anything. He loved his hoard, his fire, and his freedom to soar above the earth and the paltry beings inhabiting it. He loved his claws, his scales, his teeth… Landing”
― Paula Quinn, Scorched

“Levelheaded is not what you need, Sam. Damn it. You promised to leave me alone. But I am a miserable liar. Go away. And don’t tell me what I need. You need passion. Sam”
― Paula Quinn, Scorched

“Her slender shoulders slumped making Marcus want to go to her and vow he’d never hurt her the way he could as a Drakkon.”
― Paula Quinn, Scorched

“My little innocent has some fire in her after all. His velvety voice licked her spine. Fire, and a decadently enchanting sway to her hips. Sam blushed to her roots and stumbled into the stables trying to still the “sway to her hips.” She would ignore him and hope he would go away like a bad dream. She didn’t need this in her life.”
― Paula Quinn, Scorched

“The eyes she had wondered about turned out to be the most startling shade of blue-green she had even seen in her life. Ringed by raven lashes and a dark foreboding brow, they pierced her very soul.”
― Paula Quinn, Scorched