Oak King Holly King Quotes

“Shrike couldn’t fathom a man who could kiss Wren and feel naught.”
― Sebastian Nothwell, Oak King Holly King

“My companion,” Shrike said before Wren could explain himself. “Called Lofthouse.” My companion. Despite the dire circumstance, Wren’s heart fluttered to hear Shrike introduce him as such.”
― Sebastian Nothwell, Oak King Holly King

“What, scattering bird entrails across the cobblestones? Or do you inhale mystical vapours and babble prophecy in a stupor?” “I made a pendulum of an acorn,” said Butcher, “and ate it.” Wren stared at him. Butcher did not elaborate. Nor did he seem in any way discomfited by Wren’s continued scepticism.”
― Sebastian Nothwell, Oak King Holly King

“The warm rough palm laid against his own as if, like pages from a book, they were meant to nestle together for centuries, with their interlaced fingers as binding.”
― Sebastian Nothwell, Oak King Holly King

“A touch brimming with mercy paired with eyes bereft of pity. Meeting his gaze felt like returning home.”
― Sebastian Nothwell, Oak King Holly King

“Then why?” Shrike demanded. “Why choose me at all, if I do not act according to her design?” Wren gazed upon Shrike’s high cheekbones, strong jawline, noble profile, and the silver-shot ink-spill waterfall of his hair flowing down between his broad shoulders to halt just above his lithe waist, but kept his own suspicions to himself.”
― Sebastian Nothwell, Oak King Holly King

“And to dance with Shrike was to know desire, indeed.”
― Sebastian Nothwell, Oak King Holly King

“Wren found himself in a mead-hall worthy of Beowulf and full to bursting with fae.”
― Sebastian Nothwell, Oak King Holly King

“Wren wondered aloud exactly when Shrike had planned to tell him he could transform into a bird.”
― Sebastian Nothwell, Oak King Holly King

“I think,” Butcher murmured, “a man who lies with men is the sort of man I like.”
― Sebastian Nothwell, Oak King Holly King

“The ensuing pause drew out into a lengthy silence as the two men stared each other down. Then, in a single stride, Butcher was upon him. Even barefoot, he towered over Wren. Near enough to fill Wren’s lungs with his woodsmoke musk. Near enough for Wren to feel the heat of his body radiating through his woollen tunic. And near enough for Butcher to raise his hand to Wren’s jaw and gently lift his chin.”
― Sebastian Nothwell, Oak King Holly King

“Shrike had admired the way his cloak looked with its furred bulk wrapped around the clerk’s narrow shoulders. He felt almost sorry to have it returned. He resolved to fashion something like it for Lofthouse. Amongst other things. A thousand trinkets this mortal might have, if he could help Shrike survive the coming solstice. A thousand more, if he found Shrike as compelling as Shrike found him.”
― Sebastian Nothwell, Oak King Holly King

“She says thanks,” Butcher murmured before Wren could ask. Wren stopped himself from questioning the pronoun. He knew little enough of human women. He could hardly expect to know a she-wolf on first sight, though now he knew better than to assume.”
― Sebastian Nothwell, Oak King Holly King

“Make no promises nor bargains. Consume neither food nor drink. Accept nothing, offer nothing. Shall we be off?”
― Sebastian Nothwell, Oak King Holly King

“Wren's kiss, as ever, proved a balm for Shrike's wounded heart.”
― Sebastian Nothwell, Oak King Holly King