Silent Threat Quotes

“Take off your boots, please.”
He set his feet apart and brought his hands to his hips. He let his gaze slide over her with deliberate slowness, not assessing this time, but going for a blatantly male vibe. He clearly couldn’t believe he hadn’t shut her up yet, and he was now switching to a different tactic.
“What else do you want me to take off?”
― Dana Marton, Silent Threat

“Most fruit trees need two of a kind for cross-pollination,”
― Dana Marton, Silent Threat

“Hey,” he called after her, his hands on his hips, “are therapists supposed to give patients heart attacks?”
― Dana Marton, Silent Threat

“Big family?”
“One grandfather and one cousin.”
“How do they feel about the nature-therapy thing?”
She grinned. “you make it sound like I’m a pole dancer.”
― Dana Marton, Silent Threat

“Ninja therapy is a completely different branch. I could never do that. I don’t even like wearing black.”
― Dana Marton, Silent Threat

“He raised his index finger between them. “If you bad-mouth coffee, I don’t think we can be friends.”
― Dana Marton, Silent Threat

“I like thinking,” she added, “that the forest sounds the same as it did millions of years ago, and it will sound the same millions of years from now. I find the endlessness comforting. It puts my small problems into perspective. Like looking at the stars at night and realizing that everything I worried about all day is utterly insignificant compared to the vastness of the universe.”
― Dana Marton, Silent Threat

“You can’t just walk up to a stand of unsuspecting oaks and start touching. They’d think you’re getting fresh with them.”
― Dana Marton, Silent Threat

“Notice the way the dirt feels under your feet, how great the air smells, how beautiful the trees are, how calm and majestic.”
He snorted, and she could tell he was fighting not to roll his eyes as he asked, “Calm as opposed to what? All the other trees that run around like headless chickens?”
― Dana Marton, Silent Threat

“You look like you could be the love child of a grizzly bear and a navy destroyer.”
― Dana Marton, Silent Threat

“He scissored his legs, pulled hers out from under her, and brought her to the ground. Then, on some stupid impulse, he rolled on top of her to immobilize her, like he would have with an enemy combatant.
She stared up at him, wide-eyed, her long hair spread over the carpet of autumn leaves. She was soft against all his hard places.
“Maybe I could get into this one-with-nature business.”
― Dana Marton, Silent Threat

“He blinked. “Have you ever run naked through the woods?”
“Certainly.” She allowed a moment to enjoy the way his eyes flared.
“Why? His voice roughened, deepened, back to that just-awakened grizzly-bear tone.
“To be one with nature, without barriers. To feel the wind and the moonlight on my skin.”
Several seconds passed before he responded. “You can’t feel moonlight.”
She smiled…”
― Dana Marton, Silent Threat