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The Saint (Assassins Guild #3) QUOTES

The Saint (Assassins Guild #3) QUOTES

1 " Flirting with the maids now, are we?" Edward said, pouring ale from the jug into the tankards. "Merely reminding myself of my masculinity. Being the dandy can shake it's foundations on occasion." "Dinner with Lynden being one of those occasions?" Hughe accepted the tankard with a grunt. "Next time he makes eyes at me, I'll thank you not to laugh."

-Monk & Hughe "

― C.J. Archer , The Saint (Assassins Guild #3)

2 " Edward grinned. "A little murderous conduct will put to bed any rumors of feminine proclivities. Perhaps you ought to start a fight or two in the taproom later. Better yet, bed all the women in the village then start a fight." Hughe gave him a withering glare. "Have you quite finished?" "I could go on."

- Monk & Hughe "

― C.J. Archer , The Saint (Assassins Guild #3)

3 " She poured him a cup of wine from the jug on the table. "Drink up. I believe it's the strongest wine in the house." He took the cup. "Tested it, have you?" "Frequently." He saluted her with the cup before taking a sip. It was indeed strong and burned his throat as it went down. "It may be the strongest, but it's also the foulest I've ever tasted." "You'll become used to it." He sat on a chair, close to her. "After three or four cups?" "More like ten." He laughed. It was good to laugh again. It felt like an age since he'd done so. The wine was certainly effective, if somewhat earthy. "I can't believe Lynden drinks this stuff. I thought him a gentleman of quality." She snorted softly. "You have seen the way he dresses. haven't you? I'm not sure quality is a word I'd use to describe that green doublet." "It did resemble the color of pond slime." "My cousin is not a man of half measures." She peered into her cup and wrinkled her nose. "Perhaps that explains this wine. It's certainly not halfway good."

-Elizabeth & Monk "

― C.J. Archer , The Saint (Assassins Guild #3)

4 " Get up, Edward." "No." She sighed. There was only one thing for it. She grabbed the sheet and stripped of off the bed. He did not cover himself as she expected him to. Instead, he looked at her and grinned wolfishly. "Like what you see?" he growled. "Um..." 'Like' was such an insipid word to describe the effect his nakedness had on her. She couldn't tear her gaze away from his powerful thighs and the thick member resting there. He cleared his throat. "Let me know when you're finished." The heat in her face rose, but she would not let him embarrass her. It ought to be the other way round! "It's quite fascinating. I've never seen one before. Thank you for the education." "Bloody hell." He snatched at the sheet, but she held it out of his reach. "Give me that back." She took it off the bed completely. "Get up." He cocked his head to the side and narrowed his eyes. "If you insist." He stood. How was it that he seemed so much more magnificent without clothing? Surely it should be the opposite. He ought to be vulnerable and perhaps even appear smaller in his nakedness. But no. Edward Monk was a man who did not need padded shoulders in his doublet. He was a wonderful specimen of manhood. "Close your mouth," he said with a lopsided grin. "Ha. Very amusing."

-Elizabeth & Monk "

― C.J. Archer , The Saint (Assassins Guild #3)

5 " Shhh," he whispered into her hair. "I won't let them hurt you." She knew it too. Knew it deep down in the pit of her stomach that he would do anything to keep her safe. "I don't know why I'm crying," she managed. "You're crying because you were scared, and now you're relieved. It's all right. It's a natural reaction to a shock like that." "You wouldn't cry." He chuckled. "I'm somewhat less fragile than you."

-Monk & Elizabeth "

― C.J. Archer , The Saint (Assassins Guild #3)

6 " I was merely surprised that you're allowing me to come with you to question Best," she said. "He's not dangerous. If he were, I'd be locking you in your chambers to ensure you didn't come with me." She snorted. "I'd like to see you try."

-Elizabeth & Monk "

― C.J. Archer , The Saint (Assassins Guild #3)

7 " Edward turned his attention to her. He wished he hadn't. She pulled her skirts up to her knees, put one foot in the stirrup and hoisted her leg over the saddle. He saw a lot of underskirt and a flash of the creamy skin of her thigh. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't banish the sight of the delectable morsel from his mind's eye. Indeed, although she had settled her skirts about her, he still saw more than he had a right to. Sitting astride like that made her skirts ride up, revealing her calves. They were shapely, the curve reminding him of the gentle flare of her hips. He wondered what it felt like to follow the line of that curve with his hands. His tongue. "It's just a leg, Edward. We all have them." "I, uh..."

-Elizabeth & Monk "

― C.J. Archer , The Saint (Assassins Guild #3)

8 " Your assistance please, Warren," Elizabeth said, her hand on the sidesaddle pommel. "There are no platforms suitable for a lady to mount here." Warren handed his horse's reins to Edward. Edward crossed his arms and watched as the skinny lad placed his hands around Elizabeth's waist and hoisted her up. Or tried to. Her feet didn't leave the ground. She didn't appear to weigh much, but the lad hadn't grown into his gangly limbs yet. He was all bone and no muscle. Warren tried again, turning bright red with the effort. He managed to lift her off the ground this time, but only an inch. "God's balls!" he exploded as he let her down again. Elizabeth scowled at him. "Apologies, miss, but you're heavy." Elizabeth sighed. "Is there a particular girl you favor by any chance, Warren?" He appealed to Edward for help in answering the question, but Edward was to intrigued to interrupt. "Er, one of the scullery maids up at the Hall smiles at me sometimes. Betty's her name." "Then whatever you do, don't ever tell Betty she's heavy, even if she weighs as much as this horse." Edward bit back a grin.

-Elizabeth, Warrren, & Monk "

― C.J. Archer , The Saint (Assassins Guild #3)

9 " When it came to Edward, he slapped him on the shoulder. "I heard you were still here, Monk," he said. "You can't be rid of me that easily," Edward said. "Seems we can't be rid of you at all." Edward grunted out a laugh.

-Orlando & Monk "

― C.J. Archer , The Saint (Assassins Guild #3)