Anora Quotes

beyond the farm, a thick belt of trees obscured the Anora River. Roran clenched a fist, jaw muscles knotting painfully as he fought back a combination of rage and grief. He stayed rooted to the spot for many long minutes, trembling whenever a pleasant memory rushed through him. This place had

Once on the hilltop, Roran halted and crossed his arms. Before him lay the remains of his childhood home. A corner of the house still stood—crumbling and charred—but the rest had been flattened and was already covered with grass and weeds. Nothing could be seen of the barn. The few acres they had managed to cultivate each year were now filled with dandelions, wild mustard, and more grass. Here and there, stray beets or turnips had survived, but that was all. Just beyond the farm, a thick belt of trees obscured the Anora River.

The man peered through the doorway - a blond bearded man with steel blue eyes, who first considered her holding Niall's sword, and then Niall in her bed. She couldn't believe he would grin at them. The heathen. His friend was sick and could be dying and Gunnolf was grinning? What kind of a friend did that? "I should have known you would be in a lass' bed while I have been searching for you everywhere. Not to mention trying to locate our horses, and the lass we should be finding. Is the woman protecting you with your own sword, mon?" Gunnolf laughed. "He was wounded and is now feverish. There is naught to jest about," Anora said harshly. Gunnolf laughed again. "I hope you plan to wed the lass, Niall. She appears to be just the one for you. Every mon needs a woman who will fight to protect him.

If you were six when you came here, and you are now...," he said, and paused as if waiting for her to fill in her age. She signed as she thought the matter over. "Are you still awake, Anora?" "I was counting." After much silence, Niall said, "Dinna you know how to count?" "Of course I know how to count. How would I be able to keep track of my sheep if I did not know how to count?...

Anora signed, then retook her seat. "I believe you are the most handsome man I have ever encountered." Niall raised his brows at hearing the news. "Whatever made you think to say that, Anora?" "Poor Matthew, he has a weak chin and an unmanly nose. Now you, your jaw is strong and persuasive." "I thought you said I was demanding." "Commanding, you said. And you have the loveliest dark brown eyes, like a stormy dark sea." "That you have never been on." "Aye.

Is tú mo ghrá, Anora,” Niall said, kissing her cheek. “You are my love.