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61 " He slumped down into the pen, and the puppies immediately leapt on him. " Perhaps I'll see you later tonight." " If you're lucky," Celaena purred, and walked away. She smiled to herself as they strode through the castle.Eventully Nehemia turned to her. " Do you like him?" Celaena made a face. " Of course not. Why would I?" You converse easily. It seems as if you have...a connection." " A connection?" Celaena choked on the word. " I just enjoy teasing him." " It's not a crime if you consider him handsome. I'll admit I judged him wrong; I thought him to be a pompous, selfish idiot, but he's not so bad." " He's a Havilliard." " My mother was the daughter of a chief who sought to overthrow my grandfather." " We're both silly. It's nothing." " He seems to take great interest in you." Celaena's head whipped around, her eyes full of long-forgotten fury that made her belly ache and twist. " I would sooner cut out my own heart than love a Havilliard," she snarled.They completed their walk in silence, and when they parted ways, Celaena quickly wished Nehemia a pleasant evening before striding to her part of the castle. "
62 " I feel as though I have leapt off this massive cliff and I am still building my wings… Everyone just assumes I know how to fly, but I am pretty sure I am only falling gracefully and hoping to miss the ground. "
― Thomm Quackenbush , Flies to Wanton Boys
63 " " Brave admiral say but one good word: What shall we do when hope is gone?" The words leapt like a leaping sword: " Sail on! sail on! and on!" "
64 " She yanked her hand away as if he had burned her, rubbing her palm along her thigh. The feeling didn’t go away, and neither did the butterflies he had sent winging in her stomach. “How do you know you’re not a vampire?” She needed to distract him, distract both of them. “Maybe you forgot. You’re certainly capable of acting like one.” This time he laughed, startling both of them. The sound was husky, low, and foreign to his ears, as if he had forgotten what it was like. His black eyes leapt to her face almost in fear. “Not bad, wild man. First a growl, and now a laugh. We’re making progress.” Her eyes danced at him, reassured him. "
― Christine Feehan , Dark Desire (Dark, #2)
