The Summer Siege Quotes

“You’re all idiots,” she hisses. “All three of you. You’re trying to be noble but all you’re doing is risking your lives – being so stupid –” Her voice is catching on her words, threatening tears. “I don’t want to lose you,” she breathes. “Please. I don’t want to lose any of you. Don’t you dare leave me here, don’t go without me – don’t go –”
― Lyx Robinson, The Summer Siege

“I don’t know how long it would take me to meet you where you’re standing,” he murmurs. “And I don’t know whether you’d still want me by then. I’m old enough to be your father.” That makes my heart thud. “I can’t tell how old any of you are with your great big beards, anyway,” I tell him, and he affords me a rare laugh.”
― Lyx Robinson, The Summer Siege

“She lets out a needy whine and leans in to kiss me. Between Thrain and I, she doesn’t take any time at all to shatter. She tries her best to contain her sounds, and afterwards she twists between us, sweaty and panting as she lies on her back to recover. “You’re both terrible,” she protests, though she’s pink and shining now with contentment.”
― Lyx Robinson, The Summer Siege

“The morning sunlight gleams on Olaf’s chainmail and his cropped white-blond hair. He’s lying against a crate, thick arms crossed over his chest, mouth open as he snores. Around him, men are crouching and cackling to themselves as they balance things on him – he has a pile of round cheeses like a little tower on his forehead, and some stone kerns on his knees and elbows. I catch my burst of laughter with my hand. Ivar snorts at the sight, similarly trying not to wake him – but when Thrain comes out, his bark of surprised laughter does it.”
― Lyx Robinson, The Summer Siege

“The sigh that twists from Ivar’s chest seems born of the deepest frustration. “Tamsin. Please don’t torment me.” He leans closer again, his hand feeling for Tamsin’s shape in the crumpled wool. More quietly, he says, “I think this night belongs to the two of you.” “You always have a place in my nest, Ivar,” she replies groggily, her voice still breathy and intimate. That makes him go rather quiet.”
― Lyx Robinson, The Summer Siege

“Please,” Tamsin says, pulling her shift down again. “Don’t be angry with him. It was me, I asked him to do it.” “He shouldn’t have heeded you,” I grunt, unable to articulate it without the gravel of fury. “I needed it,” she insists. “I think I would’ve found a way to do it, regardless. It’s the only way I know how… how to…” I stare at her freckled face. How to cope. The only way she knows how to cope is to hurt herself.”
― Lyx Robinson, The Summer Siege

“I scoop her hair up in a tight fist, making her squint with pain, though she squarely meets the challenge of holding my gaze. “You want me to fuck you?” I growl. “Say it.” She breathes out the phrase, freeing it from her cage of modesty: “I… I want you to fuck me.” Thor’s glory, to hear those words in her mouth. “I am not gentle,” I warn. Her eyes glint in the dark. “Nor am I fragile.”
― Lyx Robinson, The Summer Siege

“Why in God’s name are they so intent on judging my virtue – when I’m trying to tell them that I’ve made allies, that I’m going save their lives? They are chained and held in a Viking siege camp, and still they choose to obsess like this about my sinfulness? God, but I’d forgotten what a bunch of self-righteous bastards they all are.”
― Lyx Robinson, The Summer Siege

“Then he meets my gaze and slams that warning glare upon me again. That I had better not put myself in danger. It’s his way of showing affection, I suppose. You’d better take care of yourself, or I’ll kick your arse. When I hold his gaze to challenge him, he curls a hand around his sword hilt. “If we die in some ridiculous manner, you find me in Valhöll,” Ivar tells me. “So I can express my feelings about it. With an axe.” I scoff. “If you follow me into a ridiculous death, you only have yourself to blame.”
― Lyx Robinson, The Summer Siege