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.

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

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

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.

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?

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

My emotional support book.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

I’ll find you, Rosie. I promise.

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

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

Stupid. Clunk. Stupid. Clunk. Stupid.

Dayton, dear, I could teach you a thing or two about pretty head.

His grip on my arm tightens, his whole body vibrating. Something feral flashes in his gaze as he growls, “Who did this to you?

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

We’re dressed for sex, not a battle.

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

Casting spells from the side is a Farron job. Killing enemy commanders seems like a Kel job.

If I died for you, it would be the greatest glory of my worthless life.

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.

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.

Let me make something perfectly clear, Rosalina. I would rather fuck every man and woman in the Enchanted Vale before making love to you. And a thousand armies on my doorstep could not compel me to break this curse.” I push away from him, my heart shattering.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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!

The storm always passes.

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. I sigh and close the book I’ve been reading. It’s a good one, about a ghost hunter who accidentally falls in love with the spirit she’s supposed to track down. 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?

Kindness and empathy aren’t weakness, Rosalina. Those things will always prevail.

Bloom among the ashes.

Okay, okay.” Dayton steps back. “You’re jealous. But over me or Rosalina?” “No, I—” I stop and turn around, my face on fire. Am I jealous? Is that what this feeling is? Or is it something else? It wasn’t that it killed me to see Dayton and Rosalina together.

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 stare stupidly at him before I burst out laughing. “Just because I called you funny one time doesn’t mean you can make jokes like that now.

I cup her face, increasing my pace, getting more and more turned on as she writhes beneath me. Suddenly, a scent hints at me, one of earth and metal. I clutch her jaw and make her look up at me. “Tell me, Rosalina, have you been a good girl for the Prince of Spring?” Her whole body trembles and something devious flashes in her eyes. “Maybe.

It would be so easy to reach out and cup their fullness, to spin her around and push her down onto the table. We’ve been together nearly every day for the last month. I’ve seen her look at me when she thinks I’m not aware. Her eyes scanning my body from top to bottom, lingering on my chest, my arms. What would she do if I tried?

Kill them all. For Rosalina, I will do it. For Rosalina, I will do anything.

He tucks a curl behind my ear.

Tell me you need me,” he growls. “I need you,” I say. “Tell me you won’t leave me.” “Never,” I swear, an oath sworn with our bodies. Dayton gives a mighty roar, pumping me with an intensity I’ve never felt. My

Marigold sits beside me on the bed, eyes wide. “How hard?” My eyes widen. “W-what?” She gives a devious leer. “Well, if any of the princes wanted to wrap their large hands around my throat—” “Marigold!” Astrid hits her with the side of her apron. “You’re so bad.” “What, a woman can fantasize, can’t she? Not much else for us to do here.

Waves of pleasure flow through me as my lips part in ecstasy.

One of his hands cups my ass, helping to keep me up, but the other circles the top of my clit. “Holy shit,” I gasp out, my muscle tightening. Radiating heat pumps through my body. “You’re such a good girl, Rosie,” he says. “So wet for me. You taste like the sweetest nectar.” I rock my hips against his mouth. Have I ever felt such pleasure? I’m tempted to tell him he’s done too much for me already. The man hasn’t even taken off his pants.

Oh, Kel, we both know if you were capable of doing that, you’d have done it when I first betrayed you.

And I want this so badly, want to be closer to him, want to feel the distance that has always been between us fade away. I would crawl into his skin if I could. He breaks the kiss and snatches my jaw. “You fucking hit me.” “You fucking deserved it.

I imagine she’s watching us right now, the way she had earlier. That I’m staring at her as I force Dayton’s enormous length deeper and deeper. What if she shared our bed? What if while I sucked Dayton, she sucked me? I have to shove my pants off and pump my cock from the thought. Imagining her perfect lips around my shaft, her sweet gaze as she swallows my seed.

It is enough.” He drops his head against mine in a sort of surrender. His lips brush my ear as he whispers, “I will go to your ball, Rose. But I will not find my mate there.

I like the rain. It makes me feel less guilty for huddling inside, away from everything and everyone else. I’m sure if I said that to someone, they’d think it’s weird.

I’m scraped and bruised from the fall, muscles tight and sore, but I’m alive and I’m free, I’m free, I’m free— Suddenly, something steps out from behind the statue and slams into me.

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. Too bad the only real one fucking sucks.

Good girl.” His thumb skims over my bottom lip. “You might have better luck begging one of them for mercy than our cold master. Do you know how to beg, Rosalina?

The words came out of me in an unhurried breath. "I love you in the starlight way.

Our hearts are not always trustworthy.

I have always and will forever be yours, my Rose.” “...You know I’m yours.” “Then hold on to the headboard and sit on my face.” … “I’ll suffocate you,” I whisper. He makes a dissatisfied sound. “What need do I have for air with your thighs around my head?” … until he remembers he is indeed mortal— or near enough to it— and needs to breathe.

One day, he’s going to push Kel too far and we’re all going to watch his metal guts get strewn across the castle. And the worst part is that his body will be so mutilated, we won’t ever know what he looks like, even after his death.