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161 " She tried to kill my wife.” Djedor twirled a writing quill between his clawed fingers. “Is the Gauri girl still alive?” “Yes.” “Then Secmis didn’t try very hard. "
― Grace Draven , Radiance (Wraith Kings, #1)
162 " We weren’t supposed to mean anything to anyone.” A slow, deep sigh escaped his lips, and his right eyelid opened, revealing a glowing, lamplight gaze. Brishen’s voice was hoarse from disuse but still clear. “Woman of day,” he said slowly. “You mean everything to me.” No amount of blinking this time held back Ildiko’s tears. They streamed down her cheeks to drip off her chin and onto Brishen’s shoulder. “Prince of night,” she said in a watery voice that echoed another moment when she’d greeted him with the same words. “You’ve come back to me. "
163 " He struggled to express himself. “You are this light.” He gestured to the sorcerous light still shimmering around them. “This pool. The moon. The sun. "
― Grace Draven , A Wilderness of Glass (Wraith Kings, #2.7)
164 " My heart,” he said softly. “Keep it safe.”No longer caring that tears streamed down her face and dripped off her chin, Brida repeated his gesture, pressing his hand to her chest just above the edge of her bodice before curling his webbed fingers closed. “My heart,” she whispered. “Take it with you. "
165 " Transfixed beneath the rays of a jaundiced star, he huddled against the crumbling parapet, fighting an evil the priests assumed long vanquished. "
― Grace Draven , Master of Crows (Master of Crows, #1)
166 " There is vengeance, and there is justice,” she said, repeating Gilene’s words. “This is both. "
― Grace Draven , Phoenix Unbound (Fallen Empire, #1)
167 " You might have a face to turn my hair white, but your honesty is handsome. "
168 " Prince of night, you’ve come back to me "
169 " Silhara braced for the inevitable cold shock of her gloved hands as they skittered up his sides to burrow under his arms. He joined her in the shivering. “Those hands of yours are icier than a wraith’s touch.” “That’s because I’m nearly frozen to death.” She abandoned his underarms to map paths down his sides towards his breeches lacings. He seized one of her wrists. “Don’t even consider it,” he warned. “I don’t want to be pissing ice chips later.” The thought of his wife’s cold fingers wrapping around his genitals for warmth made his bollocks draw up tight. "
― Grace Draven , The Light Within (Master of Crows, #1.5)
170 " Silhara lifted her captured hand to his mouth, tugged aside the glove and blew into the space between palm and covering. Martise slumped in his arms and moaned her approval. He did the same for her other hand before nestling them back under his arms and giving her a stern warning not to go anywhere near his groin. Swathed in layers of wool, fur and a hooded cloak, Martise hid her face in Silhara’s chest and laughed. The sound sent pleasant vibrations through his torso. “Better?” he asked. “Much. You have a soft heart.” He frowned. “No need to be insulting.” He felt her laughter once more, followed by muffled words. "
171 " Martise sputtered, caught between laughter and a horrified gasp. “You are the most blasphemous man I’ve ever known.” Silhara’s free hand wandered over her shoulder to gently cup her breast. He wiggled his eyebrows at her. “You would seduce me with flattery? "
172 " That, as much as her preternaturally long life span, made her as strange as her rider. "
― Grace Draven , Dragon Unleashed (Fallen Empire, #2)
173 " He might have known that the way to charm Anhuset wasn't with compliments or flowers but the offer to brawl or gamble. "
― Grace Draven , The Ippos King (Wraith Kings, #3)
174 " Serovek "
175 " I’ve always believed that talking to the dead is sometimes easier than talking to the living.” She shrugged as his questioning look. “They listen better. "
176 " Patience rules fire. Not strength, not speed, and definitely not impulse. "
177 " His wife waited at home, still asleep. That made him frown. Martise was normally an early riser, excruciatingly energetic and cheerful, even before the dawn sun broke the horizon. "
― Grace Draven , The Brush of Black Wings (Master of Crows, #2)
178 " This affection burned bright with passion, with desire. There existed between them an unspoken and private language only the two of them understood and shared with no one else. "
179 " He drew back to stare at her for several moments in silence. “It is, sweet Jahna. It is indeed.” He kissed her then, and behind her closed lids, Jahna saw the sun. "
― Grace Draven , In The Darkest Midnight (Wraith Kings, #2.5)
180 " What must it be like to be loved this way? So devotedly that the person you parted with cried at your absence before you even left? "