Beasts Of The Briar Quotes

Some people call these guilty pleasure reads, but why should I feel guilt for wanting to escape to somewhere else, even for a little while?

Briars, brambles, bones, and blossom, I smell a girl who can’t be forgotten.

I always thought that gardeners’ daughters couldn’t thrive where our roots didn’t grow. But maybe we were like dandelion tuffs.

The mountains told me your name. The forest sang your song. My heart has been searching for you since the first dawn.

We were nine, and therefore invincible.

She said that the people who die never really leave. That we carry them with every breath we take, until the wind itself is gone.

I have traveled around the world. I’ve walked the Great Wall of China, eaten dinner at the top of the Eiffel Tower, and ridden the bullet train from Tokyo to Osaka. That’s not all. I’ve led an army into battle on dragonback, seduced a vicious mafia boss, and journeyed back in time to fall in love with everyone from Vikings to the Knights of the Round Table. I’ve lived a thousand lives. Too bad the only real one fucking sucks.

If you're the tide and I'm the moon, pull me deep into your waves. I want to drown in you.

It’s not a spark. It’s an eternal fire that burns from deep within my heart and reaches out to you.

And every moment I am not touching you, it eats my soul inside out, tearing me apart, until merely looking at you is an anguish I would only wish upon my worst enemy.

What could go wrong? The sky’s bright, the sun’s out, and there’s spring in the air—I can taste it.

Princess, you need not tarnish your soul to know justice has been served. Lay that burden upon my shoulders. Let me be your darkness.

I know you will never let any harm come to Rosalina. Caspian, you have always been a worthy mate for my daughter.

There is nothing in this world I would not give up for you, no sacrifice I would not make.

The leaves on the trees we approached were a molten gold, like an artist had taken a sunset and poured it over the forest, and the crisp smell of the coming winter floated on the autumn breeze. It was early afternoon, and the birds sang bright and loud in the treetops.

You need to find your mate, Kel,” I finally manage. “Dance with someone who you feel a spark—” “It’s not a spark. It’s an eternal fire that burns from deep within my heart and reaches out to you.” Ferocity flickers in Kel’s gaze. “And every moment I am not touching you, it eats my soul inside out, tearing me apart, until merely looking at you is an anguish I would only wish upon my worst enemy.

I could pass a thousand seasons staring at you and never have my fill of your beauty. I want you when the cherry blossoms fall in spring, and during the balmy nights of summer. I want you on a forest floor filled with autumn leaves and shivering in winter’s snow.

My mother used to tell me not to mourn the flower in bloom because you know one day it will wilt, for then you are forsaking its beauty.

She kisses the side of my face. “I love you, Farron.” “In the starlight way,” I whisper back.

Autumn reminds us that everything is temporary, that moments must be savored.

Within the depths of knowledge, we find the vastness of our ignorance, and it is there that true wisdom begins to unfold.

A mate bond is very rare and sacred. It’s said to be the calling out of your soul for another; the melding of hearts; the quintessence of life itself.

Where there was celebration, there was food, and where there was food, there was my happy place.

Now, what's a pretty flower like you doing in a wood like this?

Yeah, just dizzy.” “Don’t worry,” Caspian says. “That’s a common side effect of staring into my eyes.

You are the cove of which our storm-struck ships moor. The beacon of light in the darkest night leading us home. A candle whose flame flickers against the coldest wind. You've given them hope.

The only important thing to know is that most of those carefree laughs are my doing. It’s a heady feeling. Like I’ve conquered something. Risen to unimaginable heights. But it doesn’t feel like I’ve tamed a beast. More like I’ve set him free.

- "You left her, and you are running away." - "What else am I supposed to do? And if you care so much, why aren't you in there helping her? -/- You go he her hero, bear. I can't, I dont deserve it" - "She doesn't need a hero, Lorne. -/- She needs people who believe that she can be the hero

You are my mate,” I say. “Submit to me. Let me claim you as mine. And in return, I will show you our love has always been inevitable.

Not all battles are won with the strike of a sword. Sometimes all it takes is an inspiring word, a little spark.

My emotional support book.

She rests her head on my chest. “This is my favorite tune of the night.” “What is?” “The beat of your heart.

Rosie will take care of us, Wren. She’s very powerful.

Her body is a temple, and we are devout worshipers.

I’ll find you, Rosie. I promise.

My love for you is deeper than all the depths of the sea.

It is not that because a bud is born At a wild briar's end, full i' the wild beast's way, We ought to pluck and put it out of reach On the oak-tree top,—say "There the bud belongs!

I find the scariest beasts aren’t the ones with teeth and claws, but the ones that hide behind a smile.

It’s as if the forest were made for her, like it has been waiting all these eons for her arrival. See? We’ve bloomed just for you.

Now, Petal, let’s hear that pretty mouth beg.

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IT IS SAID that the first king of Aloriya was born with the fire in his blood.

I cannot keep away from you any more than the tides can resist the pull of the moon.

Love is an endless sea, and in its depths, I find your strength.

C-coming!” I call. Ezryn cups my chin. “Next time,” he growls, “you will be.

I love you, Farron.”“In the starlight way,” he says. “In the starlight way.

Wherever I go, you have me. Whatever desert I leave my footprints in, whatever wilderness I inhabit or mountain I scale. It was set by the Fates and bound in the stars. You have me.

am. “But if anyone else touches you, including that asshole ex-fiancé upstairs, I’ll take great pleasure in ending their life. Then I’ll fuck you in their blood to remind you who you belong to.

I stopped my curse from breaking.” I suck in a breath, eyes widening. If his curse was going to break… Rosalina. Of course. Of course she would save us all. My Rose’s eternal love has no limits.

He was always so distracted. A dreamer. There are so many moments in our childhood where I was so focused on fulfilling my own duty, I never stopped to look behind me and wait for him to catch up.

If I am not worthy of basking in her radiance, then I will walk behind her as a shadow. As her shadow, I will engulf any who would dim her light. If darkness is all I have, then I will use it to serve her.

I wish I could sweep her into my arms and kiss her. I want to know her in the way I know my favorite books, read her front to back and savor every sentence, learn every secret between the lines of her life. I wish I could discover all the ways to love someone with her.

It’s not a spark. It’s an eternal fire that burns from deep within my heart and reaches out to you.” Ferocity flickers in Kel’s gaze. “And every moment I am not touching you, it eats my soul inside out, tearing me apart, until merely looking at you is an anguish I would only wish upon my worst enemy.

Ihave traveled around the world. I’ve walked the Great Wall of China, eaten dinner at the top of the Eiffel Tower, and ridden the bullet train from Tokyo to Osaka. That’s not all. I’ve led an army into battle on dragonback, seduced a vicious mafia boss, and journeyed back in time to fall in love with everyone from Vikings to the Knights of the Round Table. I’ve lived a thousand lives.

It's like being stuck in the eye of a storm you can't escape. It's suffocating, consuming. It's waking up every day with a weight on your chest, wondering if today will be the day it crushes you entirely. Love is continuing to drink poison because it's also the only antidote. Fore me, it is a battle that if he wins, I lose, and if I win, somehow, I still lose. Love is the only reason I still choose to draw breath.

I won’t give up on him. I won’t give up on any of them.

Vengeful. Escapist. Coward. Traitor. The princes had been cursed for these sins. But am I any better? Am I anything more than a terrified beast?

I notice a tall older fellow in a brawl with two younger, burly men. I think of helping him, but he seems to be holding his own just fine.

We are all a part of the cycle. And though the seed may always be a part of us, nothing stays the same.

A blizzard thrashes down the hall, hail and snow rising around the Prince of Winter as he storms toward us and snarls, “Get your hands off my mate.

Far-off places, daring sword fights, magic spells, and a prince in disguise

Run! Rosalina, run, a smooth voice screams in my ear, so loud it blocks out everything else. Run! I’m in a bit of a predicament at the moment. I can’t get to you, I can’t— The voice cuts off in an anguished cry, but the sheer desperation

Kel has chosen a dance partner. He walks past me, arm held aloft, clutching Rosalina’s hand. It’s as if the entire ballroom takes a collective breath. “What in the realms is Prince Keldarion doing with that human?” my partner sneers. Kel sweeps Rosalina in his arms and the music slows, a passionate lilt filling the air. A small smile creeps over my lips. Inside, my chest eases for the first time all night. “He’s dancing,” I murmur, “with our girl.

She tilts her head back and lets out a soft moan. “This feels so good.” I see my reaction mirrored on Farron. It’s bloody dangerous for her to make those noises around us.

And I haven’t yet beheld her now that she’s unleashed her true form. At least a part of it.

It is a privilege and pleasure to be at the beck and call of your arousal.

We’re dressed for sex, not a battle.

Let me be your darkness.

Ezryn may have healed the wound, but only you can heal the scar. And some scars go deeper than your skin.

I have traveled around the world. I've walked the Great Wall of China, eaten dinner at the top of the Eiffel Tower, and ridden the bullet train from Tokyo to Osaka. That's not all. I've led an army into battle on dragonback, seduced a vicious mafia boss, and journeyed back in time to fall in love with everyone from Vikings to the Knights of the Round Table. I've lived a thousand lives. Too bad the only real one fucking sucks.

You are the cove of which our storm-struck ships moor. The beacon of light in the darkest night leading us home. A candle whos flame flickers against the coldest wind. You've given them hope.

The bond cannot be broken. You are her mate. You gave up everything for him and yet you will give nothing to her?” Fury ignites within me, and I shove Ezryn off, now tackling him to the ground. “I am giving everything up!

Storms renew ecosystems, enrich the soil, and help prevent fires. The calamity of a storm heals.

Break the hearts of everyone in town and be my wife, Pumpkin?” Lucas smiles, eyeing the crowd.

No way I’m chancing getting apprehended by the Tin Man on steroids again.

A fae man is in the hot springs with me.

I’m pretty sure I’d be dripping if I wasn’t already in this pool.

man-whoring rapscallion.

If you don’t eat with us,” Keldarion growls low, “then you don’t eat at all.

I can feel the trickle of cream down my leg.

Have you ever heard the death keel of a hare? Sometimes I like to snipe them with the rifle, but I don’t get the sound if it’s too clean of a shot. I can get them to make it with my knife, though. It’s unlike anything you’ll ever hear.’ Then he mounted me, placed his hand over my face, and whispered in my ear, ‘I want to hear you make a sound like that.

His ass looks sculpted by the gods, and I get the glimpse of something very long and very erect between his legs

In exchange, I would like you all to attend my birthday party.

Stupid. Clunk. Stupid. Clunk. Stupid.

Love,” Dayton says, “you really don’t know me at all. I would rather sift my cock through hot coals than work.

Uh, okay,” Farron says. “It’s as simple as it is complex. Please do not repeat the curse to anyone. Only the residents of Castletree know the details.” “I literally cannot leave,” I say.

My mother would say one must be fearless to love, and to let oneself be loved. Love in itself is a leap of faith.

I sheathe myself within her.

the mass of his manhood.

Then I realize something. I totally forgot to put on my panties.

Wait. His emotions are too strong. The thing between us is too strong.

Tears spring to my eyes, and I bury my face deeper into his chest. This heavy grief wraps us together. “How, Fare? How do we do this?” He pulls back, thumbs wiping away my tears. His own face is wet. “One heartbeat at a time.” I squeeze my eyes shut. One heartbeat at a time. Lub-dub. My love for Kel, held forever at a distance. Lub-dub. My love for Ezryn, echoing off his impenetrable shell. Lub-dub. My love for Dayton, now an evil thing, something to be spurned and buried and forgotten. Lub-dub. My whatever this painful and consuming feeling for Caspian is. Lub-dub. I open my eyes and stare at Farron. My best friend, my first true love. The first man to make me feel like I was someone worth loving.

There are no words in any of the languages I know that could convey the depths of my love for you.

it’s reminiscent of something out of the Below, an extravaganza that blurs the lines between proper and sensational.

Wish I didn’t know his kisses taste like sunlight and his body inside mine feels like being tossed in a glorious storm.

I got to witness the rise of civilizations without having the pressure of designing them myself! To experience the world as it came to me . . . that was magic.

Now, I’m going to fuck you, my Queen,” he says softly. “Fuck you and fill you and make you beg to scream my name.

You can’t get better if you’re not bad at something first,

His dark eyes shine with a vulnerability I rarely see in him. The expression makes my heart catch. Yesterday, we sweated out so much of the anger I carried. What was left slips out of me now. For all the mistakes Ezryn’s made, I’ve known they were never truly out of malice, but from hurt. From shame. Feelings I too carried for so long.

Because a human can’t become what she wants.