The Weaver Quotes

“When you are tired, hungry, hurt, it is strength to do for your tribe before yourself. When danger is most big and you have much fear, it is strength to protect others. When death and pain are most easy to give, it is strength to give kindness instead.”
― Tiffany Roberts, The Weaver

“His place, his home, was in Kaldarak. He needed only claim it. He needed only find the boldness to declare himself. To claim Ahmya as his.”
― Tiffany Roberts, The Weaver

“She wanted it all. She wanted Rekosh and everything he had to give her”
― Tiffany Roberts, The Weaver

“She chuckled. “The thornskulls aren’t quite as scary when they’re shown like this. They’re actually kind of cute.” He huffed and pounded his fists against his chest. “I am cute. They are…prickly.”
― Tiffany Roberts, The Weaver

“Ah”
― Tiffany Roberts, The Weaver

“Mine. My beautiful”
― Tiffany Roberts, The Weaver

“A kiss to seal our bond as mates.” “Kiss me again”
― Tiffany Roberts, The Weaver

“And I will carry the scars with joy. Wear them like the best silk.” He looked down and lightly brushed a finger from his lower hand over one of the pink scars on her belly”
― Tiffany Roberts, The Weaver

“I will be your fire”
― Tiffany Roberts, The Weaver

“She’d always been fascinated by his hands. So alien”
― Tiffany Roberts, The Weaver

“He did not know where they were”
― Tiffany Roberts, The Weaver

“Ahmya’s dark gaze met his. As he straightened”
― Tiffany Roberts, The Weaver

“Rekosh’s chest swelled. “You understand vrix words better each day”
― Tiffany Roberts, The Weaver

“Ahmya shuddered. She would not want to be caught between his fangs—or any other vrix’s. Except for Rekosh’s? Shut up”
― Tiffany Roberts, The Weaver

“His vi’keishi—his little flower—who shone as brightly as the sun.”
― Tiffany Roberts, The Weaver

“I will not have us part with hatred, my son. I will not allow my pride to blind me to the wounds I have dealt you. I am sorry, Rekosh. For the pain I have caused you, for my failures, I am sorry. I pray you will find it in your hearts to forgive me. But if you do not…know that I love you no less for it. “May”
― Tiffany Roberts, The Weaver