Dimple Queen Quotes

I guess I am the Queen of Flesh and Fire.” Casteel nodded as he stalked toward me, his eyes a heated amber. “I know you’re the Queen of my heart.” Blinking, I lowered my hands as he stopped in front of me. “Did you seriously just say that?” One dimple appeared as he clasped the back of my head and lowered his head to mine. “I sure as fuck did.” “That was so…cheesy,” I said. “I know.” Casteel kissed me.

Then a dimple appeared on each side of his lips and his white teeth flashed. For a moment, I forgot where I was and what I was doing. There was only Varin, and that smile.

As I got older, the scar reminded me of what people would choose to see if you let them. So I smiled at the attendant, and hoped that she saw a dimpled grin, and not the scar from a girl who started training with very sharp things from a very young age.

Is there a reason why you seek every opportunity to annoy me?” “It’s fun. Your scar flashes when you frown. It almost looks like a dimple,” said Vikram. “I’m still waiting for your face to turn red with anger. It might make you look like you’re blushing. Or perhaps I am making you blush?

I study all the languages,” I said “Because you’re a spy for the Queen of Monsea?” said Jacky, showing his dimples again. “Maybe it’s because I assassinate foreigners for her,” I said, which I don’t, in case you’re wondering. “What’s the Mantiperan word for annoying?” asked Jacky. Dardya, I said, which is the Mantiperan word for brave. I do study all languages. And it is because I’m my sister’s spy, but it’s also because languages are like a blanket you can crawl into and be warm. And words are like pebbles you can throw.

A king. A queen. A princess. A rock and an ear of corn. Those we have lost walk alongside us, their memory warming our scarred hearts. We are those we loved. I tilt my face to the sky and let the sun brush warm fingers over it. The soft rays are a comfort embrace like an old friend. My husband stands at my side just as he always has and always will. He smiles and it's the one meant solely for me. Kit copies her father, though only one stolen dimple peaks out on her right cheek. I flick them both lightly on the nose. This draws a giggle from Kit and that ceaseless look of reverence from Kai. I smile back, just as Adena taught me to. This life is sweet. Like honey.

Sweetheart, you are alive. I am alive. And since I cannot be the pirate I always dreamed of being, I fell in love with one instead. I am not a traitor, I am not a deserter, and in time I will explain it all to you. For now, just trust that I am your Gallant Knight.”  He smiled. “Your officer.” She stared at him, uncomprehending. “My friends call me Gray. My men address me as Sir Graham. And the rest of the world knows me as”—he smiled a sheepish, charming grin that pushed a dimple into his chin—“Rear Admiral Sir Graham Falconer, Knight of the Bath and Commander of the Leeward Islands squadron of the Royal Navy’s West Indies Station. My flag is hoisted on His Majesty’s Ship Triton, and we're on our way to Barbados to pick up a convoy of merchant ships to escort back to England, where I shall enjoy a long-deserved leave with you as my wife, if you’ll have me, before duty returns me to my post. Maeve?” Her eyes were slipping shut. “Maeve?” But the shock was too much for her. The Pirate Queen had fainted.