Fire Night Quotes

“A good parent has happy kids,” she whispered in my ear. “Our kids are so happy.”
― Penelope Douglas, Fire Night

“I wanted her to dream, but this was where dreams were dangerous. Nothing ever happened how you wanted it to.”
― Penelope Douglas, Fire Night

“You’re one-hundred percent responsible for your own happiness.”
― Penelope Douglas, Fire Night

“I want to kill anyone for trying to take you away from me.” I reached my hands around her ass, feeling the strap of blades around her leg, and lifted her into my arms. “If I ever leave you, it’s because I’m dead.”
― Penelope Douglas, Fire Night

“Never give a sword to a man who can’t dance,” I recited Confucius as we slowed down. She pinched her eyebrows together, breathing hard. “Why?” “Because a weapon of death shouldn’t be in the hand of someone who hasn’t lived.” You can’t speak for a world when you only understand one point of view.”
― Penelope Douglas, Fire Night

“We created our life here. One life. One chance. “No one stops us,” she whispered. “No one owns us.” I held her tight. “And we’re not changing.”
― Penelope Douglas, Fire Night

“You can’t speak for a world when you only understand one point of view.”
― Penelope Douglas, Fire Night

“Then it hit me. No one is immune to emotion when those chords are pulled. No one.”
― Penelope Douglas, Fire Night

“It wasn’t the fight that got you. It was the lure that you could always quit.”
― Penelope Douglas, Fire Night

“I liked noise. Rain and birds and wind. I just didn’t like other peoples’ noise. It made the room feel small. Too small. I couldn’t think.”
― Penelope Douglas, Fire Night

“Don’t you trust it?” I asked her. “What?” “That this will never end.” She needed everyone to know that I was hers, when it would save her a lot of aggravation if it could just be enough to know that I knew I was hers. I stalked toward her, slow step after slow step as my eyes dropped to her tits threatening to pop over the top of her dress. And believe me, I knew I was hers. The man in her bed every night. The father of her children. Her partner in everything I did.”
― Penelope Douglas, Fire Night

“Her imagination was full of wonderous things, and I didn't have any imagination at all. I didn't want her to be like me.”
― Penelope Douglas, Fire Night

“She laid her head on my chest, holding me close. I loved it when she did that. All the time I spent thinking she didn’t need me, and now I knew she did. She didn’t hold me. She held on to me.”
― Penelope Douglas, Fire Night

“I’m not a good father.” I breathed out a sigh, clutching her. “Ivarsen has no discipline. He’s going to be undriven. Fane is neurotic. Everything has to be perfect. Gunnar is going to blow us up with his machines. Dag has refused to eat a vegetable since birth, and Octavia’s going to wind up in a fucking asylum when she finds out real life pirates are just terrorists with grenade launchers.” I gulped, hating that after thousands of years there was still no proven method of raising kids. “I don’t know what to do. How the hell would I know what a good parent does and doesn’t do?”
― Penelope Douglas, Fire Night

“God, I hated him. I mean, I’d definitely jump off a bridge for him, but…”
― Penelope Douglas, Fire Night

“I want to kill anyone for trying to take you away from me.”
― Penelope Douglas, Fire Night

“Kai’s kids had great manners and were fairly quiet. Athos was smart, ambitious, and determined. Will’s children never fought him on anything. They did what they were told the first time he asked.
My kids…
But I stopped the thought in its tracks, remembering Ivar helping his mom make pancakes this morning.
My kids could be really sweet, actually, couldn’t they?
Gunnar was so good about helping with spills, so his mom wouldn’t slip. Fane helped her pick out books at the store for Dag and Octavia, describing the pictures and story, so she knew what to buy.”
― Penelope Douglas, Fire Night

“I wanted her to dream, but this was where dreams were dangerous. Nothing ever happened how you wanted it to. It was going to be harder than she thought, and she would fail many times before she won. That was what she didn’t know yet.
It wasn’t the fight that got you. It was the lure that you could always quit.”
― Penelope Douglas, Fire Night

“Her nose brushed mine. “I want to kill anyone for trying to take you away from me.”
I reached my hands around her ass, feeling the strap of blades around her leg, and lifted her into my arms. “If I ever leave you, it’s because I’m dead.”
I sank my mouth into hers, proving the only assurance she’d ever need, and I’d do it a hundred times a day for the rest of my life if she needed.”
― Penelope Douglas, Fire Night

“Never give a sword to a man who can’t dance,” I recited Confucius as we slowed down. She pinched her eyebrows together, breathing hard. “Why?” “Because a weapon of death shouldn’t be in the hand of someone who hasn’t lived.”
― Penelope Douglas, Fire Night

“Why are you asking me?” “Because every holiday, shit hits the fan over something,” I barked. He thinned his eyes. “Thanksgiving was not my fault.” “The Fourth of July was your fault.”
― Penelope Douglas, Fire Night

“Or I wanted more kids. That was until I went over to Damon’s house and then I’d be running out the front door ten minutes later with a migraine. Their nanny day drank, and I wasn’t even going to pretend that I didn’t understand why.”
― Penelope Douglas, Fire Night

“There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion.” -Edgar Allan Poe, “The Masque of the Red Death”
― Penelope Douglas, Fire Night

“All this love I had for them, and they could still hate me.”
― Penelope Douglas, Fire Night

“Despite everything, we survived our parents.”
― Penelope Douglas, Fire Night

“No one is immune to emotion when those chords are pulled.”
― Penelope Douglas, Fire Night

“The chords of the heart need to be touched to be played.”
― Penelope Douglas, Fire Night

“And you’re definitely your father’s daughter,” I teased. Zero sense of what could’ve just happened to her. And zero care.”
― Penelope Douglas, Fire Night

“She laid her head on my chest, holding me close.
I loved it when she did that. All the time I spent thinking she didn’t need me, and now I knew she did.
She didn’t hold me. She held on to me.”
― Penelope Douglas, Fire Night

“I swear, Kai,” Will growled. “You tell that kid to light a fucking candle from now on.”
― Penelope Douglas, Fire Night