Seeking Persephone Quotes

“He actually winked at Persephone as if to say, “I told you.” “You had better be suffering from an uncontrollable muscle tic,” Adam grumbled, still seemingly concentrating on the food on his plate. “Completely uncontrollable.” Harry’s smile belied his words. “Good. Otherwise I would think you were just winking at my wife.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Seeking Persephone

“Adam pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Why did Hades go after her?” he asked in a low voice, his lips still brushing her face. She barely managed to keep breathing. “He must have loved her,” she whispered. Adam’s response emerged breathless. “He must have.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Seeking Persephone

“Adam grasped him by the throat once more and, his face an inch from Smith’s, growled out, “I am the Duke of Kielder. I am the law.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Seeking Persephone

“He tried to kill my wife,” Adam threw back. “If the wolves don’t tear him to pieces, I will.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Seeking Persephone

“Adam?” “Yes, dear?” Dear? Adam sat stunned for a moment that such a word had come so naturally to his lips. “Please stay with me,” Persephone whispered. He didn’t know what brought on the impulse, but he leaned over and kissed her lightly on the forehead, lingering a moment longer than necessary. “If you will stay with me,” he answered silently.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Seeking Persephone

“Adam crossed to her bed and pulled off the blanket. He reached her at the window and draped it over her shoulders. “Adam?” Persephone looked up at him, so obviously confused. “You should have come in when the wolves first started.” Adam made his way to the door. “Come in?” she repeated. “And curled up on the bed.” He stopped at the door and turned toward her, waiting. “You knew?” Persephone whispered, her face paling noticeably. “I . . . I thought . . . I thought you were asleep.” “Asleep?” Adam answered, with an ironic raise of his eyebrows. “That’s the problem.” “Problem?” “I can’t sleep.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Seeking Persephone

“You will, once again, have to save me from myself. You have done that, you know.” “Saved you?” “My Persephone,” he whispered in her ear. “Do you know I would have come for you no matter how far you’d gone?” “Hades always came for Persephone,” she echoed his earlier explanation. He lightly kissed her again. “And she always returned home.” “Always,” Persephone repeated. “Always.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Seeking Persephone

“Every other guest has left the castle, Harry. Why haven’t you?” “I am here to be your conscience, Adam. To save you from yourself.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Seeking Persephone

“No one is as dangerous as the Duke of Kielder.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Seeking Persephone

“Our castle is in need of a good exploration,” he said. “I believe we should schedule one. Perhaps if you have no other plans for Christmas, you might do so then.” Artemis grinned and ran to where they stood, throwing her arms around Adam’s legs. “You’re the best duke that ever lived!” she declared. “Yes, he is.” Persephone smiled up at Adam. “Yes, I am.” Adam didn’t force down his grin. “The luckiest, at least.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Seeking Persephone

“You’re supposed to be fearsome and unkind, but I ain’t never seen a man care for his wife the way you did for Her Grace. And you apologize to someone who really ought to be beneath your notice. It’s not what people would expect from the Duke of Kielder.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Seeking Persephone

“I am sorry, Persephone,” he whispered to her as she slept. “But I cannot let you go.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Seeking Persephone

“I can do that, Your Grace.” The abigail apparently expected him to relinquish his duties. Adam silently shook his head, softly rubbing more blood from her ankle. “It is not seemly for a duke to be acting as a lady’s maid or a physician, Your Grace.” “Perhaps not.” Adam didn’t take his eyes from his task. “But a husband is charged with keeping his wife in sickness, is he not?” “Yes, Your Grace.” The maid sounded more confused than anything else. “Then I would venture that tending to my wife is perfectly seemly.” Lud, her ankle was terribly swollen, and tender, if her continued grimace were any indication. “It is highly unusual.” “And when has the Duke of Kielder cared what was usual?” The bones didn’t feel out of place. If anything, there might be a small crack. Persephone was fortunate in that, at least. “Yes, Your Grace.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Seeking Persephone

“You tell me to trust you, but I don’t know that I can. I don’t know anything about you, Adam. I have no idea what kind of man you are. And that . . . that frightens me.” “I frighten you?”
― Sarah M. Eden, Seeking Persephone

“Thank you,” she said once more, stepping to where he was and lightly kissing his left cheek, placing her hand on Adam’s chest for support. She felt her face heat at the gesture of gratitude but did not regret her actions. She needed him to know that what he’d done went beyond the ordinary polite interest most people took in the suffering of others. Relieved that he, at least, didn’t object to her offering, Persephone smiled a little shyly and stepped away, determined to run all the way to her rooms and devour Linus’s letter. She didn’t manage a single step. Adam reached for her—something he’d never done before—and with a look of intense determination, he pulled her back to her previous position, hand pressed to his chest. He kissed her. Not on the cheek, not a friendly greeting, but a kiss unlike any she had experienced before, made even more remarkable by the fact that it was entirely unexpected.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Seeking Persephone

“Rumor has it you've run through a few men in your time."
"Rumor has it I've done quite a few things." Adam rolled his eyes.
"Fought a duel on the floor of the House of Lords, for example," Harry said.
"Ridiculous."
"Shot the pistol out of a man's hands in a duel without so much as winging him," Harry continued.
Adam nodded. "Twice."
"Bested Gentleman Jackson."
Adam smiled at the memory. That has been extremely gratifying.
"Bloodied Poisenby's nose at a ball." Harry was smiling. He'd been there for that now-famous occurence.
"Broke his nose." Adam amended.
"Walked out of Lords in the middle of a speech by Addington."
"The man was being obtuse," Adam said.
"He was the prime minister," Harry pointed out.
Adam just shrugged.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Seeking Persephone

“No one has ever worried about me, Persephone." It was a simple statement - no self-pity, no bitterness or sense of having been wronged.
"Someone does now," Persephone said.
His brows furrowed, his eyes betraying his confusion. "Don't."
Persephone smiled a little at that. "I'm afraid I can't help it.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Seeking Persephone

“Every other guest left the castle, Harry. Why haven't you?"
"I am here to be your conscience, Adam. To save you from yourself.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Seeking Persephone

“Adam Boyce, are you teasing me?” She hoped her shock sounded feigned enough to not offend him. She’d more than once seen Adam close up after what he perceived as a criticism. “I never tease.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Seeking Persephone

“What is that infernal noise?" Adam grumbled, standing on the first floor landing.
"I believe that would be described as lively conversation, Your Grace," Barton answered straight-faced.”
― Sarah M. Eden, Seeking Persephone