You love me?' 'Yes, you great lummox. I love you.' He lets out a sigh. 'Sweet Camulos! It's about time.
In the distance a wolf howls. Let it come, I think. Beast will most likely simply howl back, and the creature will either turn tail and run or fall into line behind him, like the rest of us have.
Good intentions are only lies the weak tell themselves.
You are not my nursemaid. Remember, I am rescuing you.
Jewels can be replaced, cousin. Independence, once lost, cannot.
One heart cannot serve two masters.
Hate cannot be fought with hate. Evil cannot be conquered by darkness. Only love has the power to conquer them both.
The pain of hope dying is worse than his fists and boots.
The maids in my village talked of falling in love with a man at first sight. That has always seemed naught but foolishness to me. Until I enter Sister Serafina's workshop. It is unlike anything I have ever seen, full of strange sights and smells, and I tumble headlong into love.
We are all of us, gods and mortals, made up of many pieces, some of them broken, some of them scarred, but none of them the total sum of who we are.
I never skulk, and lurk only sometimes.
He does not start guiltily, as he should, but frowns in annoyance. "Who are you?" I slip my hand through the slit of my overskirt, and my fingers close around the hard wood of the crossbow tiller. "Vengeance," I say softly.
I will sit here but an hour or two, then leave." I yawn. "So very long as that?" When he answers, there is a wry note in his voice. "I do have my reputation to protect.
I comfort myself with the knowledge that if Duval ever feels smothered by me, it will be because I am holding a pillow over his face.
Why be the sheep when you can be the wolf?
... while I am Death's daughter and walk in His dark shadow, surely the darkness can give way to light sometimes.
Whenever you are ready, or if you never are, my heart is yours.
Surely He does not give us hearts so we may spend our lives ignoring them.
I am sorry,' he whispers. 'I am sorry I treated you so ill. I thought only to protect Duval.' 'It was not I who was poisoning him,' I say. 'No, but you had stolen his heart and I was afraid you would rip it from his chest when you left.
There is no shame in scars, Ismae.
... true faith never comes without anguish.
So.... You are well equipped for our service.' 'Which is?' 'We kill people.
I pause at the door, wishing I could find a corner and sleep until my head clears, but the sailor said the abbess is expecting me, and while I do not know much about abbesses, I suspect they are not fond of waiting.
It is all we have left to us. And while it is more than I ever dared dream, it is nowhere near enough.
I stare at him coldly. "I do not care for needlework." I pause. "Unless it involves the base of the skull.
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