Teaser Quotes (19 Quotes)
“Why waste my anger on you when the fault is mine? I should have anticipated another betrayal from you, one more mad grasp at some kind of childish ideal. But I seem to be a victim of my own wishes where you are concerned.” His expression hardened. “What have you come here for, Alina?”
I answered him honestly. “I wanted to see you.”
I caught the briefest glimpse of surprise before his face shuttered again. “There are two thrones on that dais. You could see me any time you liked.”
“My God", he whispered. What have I done to her? He thought, humbled. The spell was broken, but it wasn't sealed, and her soul was bare to him, the scars of her tragic past and her triumphs over pain and her aching need to find her place. He just wanted to hold her to him and tell her it would be okay, that she had survived and was beautiful.”
“I am going to untie your feet first,” Dimitri told the girl, “but if you try to run, I will kill you.”
“Do you have a gun?” she asked, trying to sit up as far as her bonds would let her.
“I don’t need a gun to kill you, my pet,” Dimitri said and laughed, a low, rich sound. “I can do it with my hands if need be. But there won’t be any need if you behave yourself, do you understand?”
She nodded her head and emitted a small whimper.
“Say yes or no so we’re on the same page,” he said again.
“Yes, I understand,” she whispered.
He grabbed her throat and squeezed until she coughed and whined at the pain. “I told you to say yes or no. There is no reason to get fancy, do you understand?”
He released her and let her take a few deep breaths before she replied, “Yes.” in a broken voice.”
“I am not light nor the absence of it. I am the broad spectrum. Everything that makes you think, want to touch, or taste. Don't box me into that life that you so desperately need to be black and white because that's not me; I won't fit. I am bold, brilliant, and beautiful, I will sparkle and shimmer every hue. Ever changing. Undefinable. So do not give me limits or make me try to fit. There is no containing subtle softness careening into the harsh and dominant, every faucet creating a reaction which will cause you to feel and know you are alive." - Kendal Waller”
“I was scooped up against his chest, my legs dangling from the ground as though I was a child. “Do you ever wear clothes, doll?”
I shrugged. “Siret always makes them so tight that it’s much more comfortable this way.”
“Clever Siret.” I heard him murmur, but before I could say anything else, he did his flashing thing and everything went dark.”
“Lara's gaze met his. His dark eyes gleamed with amusement. Her breath caught as she accidentally touched the hard surface of his midriff, his heat filtering through the thin linen shirt. She snatched her hand back at once. "Excuse me, I-"
"No." He caught her wrist swiftly, enclosing it in a gentle grip.
They stared at each other, frozen in a quiet tableau. Hunter exerted only a light tension on her wrist. It would be so easy for him to pull her forward, bring her tumbling into his lap, but he held still. It seemed as if he were waiting for something, his expression arrested, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm much faster than normal. Lara sensed that if she took one step toward him, he would pull her into his arms... Her nerves clamored with excited alarm at the prospect. She looked at his mouth, remembered the warmth and taste of him... Yes, she wanted him to kiss her... but before she could move her leaden feet, Hunter released her with a crooked smile.”
“I observed the sky darken gradually, slowly, from light blue to pitch black with only one constant factor –the clouds. The road to Cairo wasn’t considered long –around two and a half hours—but it didn’t seem like that since I was longing to get as far as ever possible from the place where danger was present.
If it was only my life that was at stake, I wouldn’t have thrown much of a fit about the whole deal. But even if I had chosen to be some sort of a suicidal psych, I couldn’t put another soul into the equation. It wasn’t her fault I had failed her and was probably the reason we were in the situation we were in. Trying to fix what I had done by giving up to the danger we were surrounded by was yet another way to fail her, myself and most importantly, our parents.
One day, I, Damien Theophilus the Second, would avenge my family’s murder. And I couldn’t care less about the how’s or the when’s; all I could care about was the final result.
This was more personal than a mere attack on our kingdom.”