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1 " It was a fact that he hadn’t lied to her--except for the time he had promised to cut out her tongue and hadn’t. She couldn’t very well hold that against him. "
― Catherine Anderson , Comanche Moon (Comanche, #1)
2 " You belong to this Comanche. "
3 " She has touched me. My hatred for her has gone the way of the wind. "
4 " You are the wife I want. One wife, for always. "
5 " He wasn’t sure when it had happened or how, but the small woman beside him was no longer his captive; he had become hers. "
6 " Hunter studied her features, once so repulsive to him, now so cherished. He ran a finger up the fragile bridge of her nose, then traced the line of her brow, acutely conscious of the small bones that shaped her face. Protectiveness welled within him. "
7 " My arm is yours to lean upon for always. Until snow comes to your hair, eh? For always, until I am dust in the wind. "
8 " You have stolen my heart from me, Blue Eyes. "
9 " His arm tightened around her shoulders. With one large hand he clasped both of hers, squeezing her fingers, rubbing as if to chase away a chill. His strength flowed into her, comforted her, warmed her. She could face anything with him holding her, she thought. Anything…even her nightmares. "
10 " How can you not hear the song my heart sings, Blue Eyes? "
11 " You will learn not to fight me, Yellow Hair. It is a promise I make for you. "
12 " We will meet again. I will come to you like the wind, from nowhere. Remember the face of this Comanche. I am your destiny. "
13 " Hunter tucked in his chin to study the girl’s mud-streaked face and found himself wondering how he ever could have thought her ugly. Could a shaft of sunlight be ugly? A sparkle of moonlight upon water? "
14 " Glancing up at Loretta, he said, “She is a yellow-hair, and she is mine. "
15 " Hunter slipped from the bed and grabbed his breeches to pull them on. Bathed in moonlight, the planes of his body were gilded with silver, its contours cast into delineative shadow. Clutching a fur to her chest, Loretta sat up, pretending not to notice. She did, though, and what she saw set her pulse to skittering. Perhaps beautiful wasn’t an appropriate adjective for a man, but it was the only word that came to her. "
16 " Cinching the drawstring of his pants, he tied a quick bowknot and extended a hand to her. For an instant Loretta was swept back in time to that first afternoon, when he had commanded she place her palm across his. She had been so terrified then, but no longer. His arm was her shield, just as he had promised. "
17 " His arm was her shield, just as he had promised. "
18 " You rip my heart out and it should not hurt?” His teeth closed on her earlobe, nipping lightly, sending shivers over her skin. “You spit upon all that I am, and it should not hurt? You abandon me, you dishonor me, and it should not hurt? "
19 " Studying her small face, Hunter realized two things: he didn’t want her to be like anyone else, and, right or wrong, he had to bring this torturous waiting to an end, for both their sakes. "
20 " I come for the woman,” the Comanche repeated, never taking his gaze from her. “And I bring my finest horses to console her father for his loss. Fifty, all trained to ride.” His black sidestepped and whinnied. The Indian swayed easily with his mount. “Send me the woman, and have no fear. She will come to no harm walking in my footsteps, for I am strong and swift. She will never feel hunger, for I am a fine hunter. My lodge will shelter her from the winter rain, and my buffalo robes will shield her from the cold. I have spoken it. "