Stolen Threadwitch Bride Quotes

“That filled me. I was worth it. I was enough—for him and for myself. I’d spoken and I’d been heard and seen.”
― Clare Sager, Stolen Threadwitch Bride

“For avoidance of any doubt,” he said, eyes locked with mine, “I, Lysander of Elfhame, love you, Ariadne of Briarbridge, with every fibre of my being, with every dark speck of my magic, with every syllable of my True Name.”
― Clare Sager, Stolen Threadwitch Bride

“Let them see your scars. Let them see your strength.”
― Clare Sager, Stolen Threadwitch Bride

“Instead, his lips brushed over the tip of my index finger in a kiss that was feather light and yet hummed through every part of me: my throat, my chest, my inner thighs, all the way to my toes. My mouth dropped open with a small “Oh.” A flicker of a smile crossed his mouth before it landed on my next finger. His dark gaze collided with mine as he moved to the next, and heat crept across every inch of my flesh, pooling at my core. With each kiss, that thrumming in my body rose, my nipples tightened, and the dark flavour of night built on my tongue, sparked with starlight and rhubarb. If he’d asked me to strip bare, to bend over the table and let him fuck me, to marry him, to anything at that moment, I’d have agreed in an instant. But all I could do was stare at his progress, my chest heaving as I tried to contain… everything. The magic, the thrumming resonance that threatened to shatter me, the burning, burning heat that must’ve made my cheeks as red as the jewels in their glass phials. When he reached my thumb, the pad dragged across his lower lip and I couldn’t have said whether it was him pressing it against his flesh or if I did. I didn’t care. By the time he moved to my right hand, starting with the thumb, I was swaying. When he whispered, “It is so,” against the very tip of my little finger, I almost swooned as a kick of pure energy throbbed through me. Chest heaving, cheeks flushed, he caught me. “Are you all right?” He searched my face, concern in his gaze. “Yes,” I breathed. My fingertips tingled. “Just… that was…” “Sorry, I’ve never done that before, I didn’t realise it would be so”—he swallowed and wet his lips—“heady.” “That’s one word for it.” I huffed”
― Clare Sager, Stolen Threadwitch Bride

“For one fleeting, foolish moment, the way he looked at me said the thing he wanted was me.”
― Clare Sager, Stolen Threadwitch Bride

“This is too much, you shouldn’t waste—” “None of this is a waste.” His mouth flattened. “Not a penny of it. And I won’t hear a word otherwise, so save your arguments and please open this.”
― Clare Sager, Stolen Threadwitch Bride

“Though nothing in those jars can match your starlight.” His soft exhale wasn’t quite a laugh. “The first time I saw you, all I could think was that someone had brought the evening star to earth and turned it into flesh and blood.”
― Clare Sager, Stolen Threadwitch Bride

“Knowing another’s True Name grants power over them. Knowing your True Name, grants mastery over yourself.”
― Clare Sager, Stolen Threadwitch Bride

“Well, for one thing there isn’t only one Lady of the Lake, there are seven of them, sisters. But they’re all difficult to find, at least for humans.”
― Clare Sager, Stolen Threadwitch Bride

“I’d never heard of a human having one, but the story had made it sound as though knowing her True Name had granted the woman power over herself.”
― Clare Sager, Stolen Threadwitch Bride

“True Names were power. Every faerie had one, and knowing it could grant you power over them.”
― Clare Sager, Stolen Threadwitch Bride

“Although she was gifted, her magic was too weak to stand against the lake beast. She asked a local cunning woman what she could do. “Find your True Name, girl,” the cunning woman told her, “and all power will be yours. The Lady of the Lake knows all things. Give an offering and declare your truest desire. If you want it with every part of yourself, she will grant you a Name.”
― Clare Sager, Stolen Threadwitch Bride

“kelpie.”
― Clare Sager, Stolen Threadwitch Bride

“For all the years I’d spent desperate for money, now I was surrounded by wealth and finally understood it wasn’t the money itself that I’d needed. It was what it offered. Options. Opportunities. Freedom.”
― Clare Sager, Stolen Threadwitch Bride

“The fae hated slavery, and engaging in it was a surefire way to get yourself damned. Papa had said it was because some unscrupulous craftsfolk, like the cobblers and spinners in the stories, had once set traps to enslave fair folk to work for them tirelessly without pay.”
― Clare Sager, Stolen Threadwitch Bride

“My gift was useful to him for now, but I’d be fooling myself if I thought I was powerful enough, pretty enough… anything enough for someone like him.”
― Clare Sager, Stolen Threadwitch Bride

“My eyes narrowed. “How long were you standing there?” His gaze slid from mine and went to the toile. “A little while. You were so absorbed and… it was pleasant to watch. Did you know you have this little frown when you work?” My cheeks burned. He’d watched me, and he’d liked doing so.”
― Clare Sager, Stolen Threadwitch Bride

“You, Ariadne, bear the marks of our sacred tree. Your scars are like roots and branches—things of growth and life and sustenance.” His fingers slid to the back of my neck, and he rubbed the pad of his thumb over the silvery lines.”
― Clare Sager, Stolen Threadwitch Bride

“But I understood how he saw the yew tree, what he thought of its scars… and perhaps of mine. He made them sound like a sign of strength rather than weakness.”
― Clare Sager, Stolen Threadwitch Bride

“sluagh.”
― Clare Sager, Stolen Threadwitch Bride

“Us fae-touched had been blessed by one of the fae at some point in our lives. Some had let a pedlar into their homes and treated them well, only to find no sign of them come morning. Years later, when their young child grew up and their magic awoke, they realised the pedlar had been a fae and they’d passed a test.”
― Clare Sager, Stolen Threadwitch Bride

“She ran towards challenge, grabbed change with both hands and kissed it full on the lips.”
― Clare Sager, Stolen Threadwitch Bride

“With my too-dark skin and strange hair barely concealed by my hood, I was a flaw in his perfect dollhouse.”
― Clare Sager, Stolen Threadwitch Bride

“Behind the glass, dozens of butterflies were pinned to a board, cocoons beside them, stunted. Although their patterns were pretty and the metallic colours glorious, they were sad little specimens, dead and still.”
― Clare Sager, Stolen Threadwitch Bride

“I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. If I did, I might stab him in the eye with my embroidery scissors. And that would be a terrible waste of embroidery scissors. Those things were expensive.”
― Clare Sager, Stolen Threadwitch Bride

“danger nipped at my heels just as surely as any ravenous wolf.”
― Clare Sager, Stolen Threadwitch Bride