Ead And Sabran Quotes

I do not sleep because I am not only afraid of the monsters at my door, but also of the monsters my own mind can conjure. The ones that live within.

Let us not think of the future this night. It is not yet dawn. We still have time for airy hopes.

Their breaths were hushed, held in anticipation of a knock on the door, a key in the lock, a torch to bare their union. It would light a flame of scandal, and the fire would rise untill it scorched them both. But Ead called fire her friend, and she would plunge into the furnace for Sabran Berthnet, for just one night with her. Let them come with their swords and their torches. Let them come.

How many times have we damned each other now?" "Not nearly enough.

But Ead called fire her friend, and she would plunge into the furnace for Sabran Berethnet, for just one night with her. Let them come with their swords and their torches.

The silence of the Great Bedchamber was vast. Vast as night and all its stars. Ead heard each rustle of silk, each brush of hand on skin on sheets. Their breaths were hushed, held in anticipation of a knock on the door, a key in the lock, and a torch to bare their union. It would light a flame of scandal, and the fire would rise until it scorched them both. But Ead called fire her friend, and she would plunge into the furnace for Sabran Berethnet, for just one night with her. Let them come with their swords and their torches. Let them come.

With her wind-spun hair and eyes bright from the hunt, Sabran Berethnet looked almost carefree -- and for the first time in years, Ead felt her own cares lifted from her shoulders. Like seeds from a dandelion clock.

Sabran drew back to look at her. Ead caught a glimpse of her face in the candlelight – brow smooth, eyes dark and resolute – before they came together again, and the kiss was hot and new and world-forming, the flare of starbirth on their lips.

The silence of the Great Bedchamber was vast. Vast as night and all its stars. Ead heard each rustle of silk, each brush of hand on skin on sheets. Their breaths were hushed, held in anticipation of a knock on the door, a key in the lock, and a torch to bare their union. It would light a flame of scandal, and the fire would rise until it scorched them both. But Ead called fire her friend, and she would plunge into the furnace for Sabran Berethnet, for just one night with her. Let them come with their swords and their torches. Let them come.

Cela attiserait la flamme du scandale, et l'incendie grossirait jusqu'à la consumer toutes les deux. Mais Ead considérait le feu comme son ami, et elle plongeait dans la fournaise pour Sabran Berethnet, pour une nuit avec elle. Qu'ils viennent avec leurs épées et leurs torches. Qu'ils viennent.

Ead sat up as best she could, conscious of her sweat-soaked shift and the sour taste in her mouth. ”Ead," Sabran said, looking her over. A flush touched her cheeks. “I see you are at last awake. You have been absent from my lodgings for too long.” ”Forgive me, Your Majesty.” ”Your generosity has been missed.

Ead sat up as best she could, conscious of her sweat-soaked shift and the sour taste in her mouth. “Ead,” Sabran said, looking her over. A flush touched her cheeks. “I see you are at last awake. You have been absent from my lodgings for too long.” “Forgive me, Your Majesty.” “Your generosity has been missed.

Sabran se recula pour l'examiner. Ead eut un aperçu de ses expressions à la lueur des bougies — le front lisse, les yeux sombres et déterminés — avant qu'elles s'unissent à nouveau, et leur baiser fut cette fois chaud, novice, fondateur, la naissance d'une étoile sur leurs lèvres. Elles étaient des rayons de miel secrets, fragiles et complexes. Ead frissonna quand la nuit accueillie sa peau.

Tell me the truth of it, Ead. Was it your own choice to sleep with me last night, or did you feel compelled because of my rank?” Her hair was a tangle about her shoulders. Ead softened. “Fool,” she said. “I would not be compelled by you or anyone. Have I not always given you the truth?” Sabran smiled at that. “Too much of it,” she said. “You are the only one who does.” Ead leaned in to kiss her brow, but before she could, Sabran caught her face in her hands and pressed her parted lips to hers. When they broke apart a last, Sabran smiled a true smile, rare as a desert rose. “Come.” Ead draped the mantle over her shoulders. “I would see you walk under the sun today.

As black hair brushed her collarbone, Ead thought of the Prioress and the orange tree. She thought of what Chassar would say if he knew how her blood sand for the pretender, who prayed to the empty tomb of the Mother. Scion of Galian the Deceiver. Sabran drew her close, and Ead kissed the Queen of Inys as she would kiss a lover. Her body was spun glass. A flower just opened to the world. When Sabran parted her lips with her own, Ead understood, with an intensity that wrenched the breath from her, that what she had wanted for months now was to hold her like this. When she had lain beside Sabran and listened to her secrets. When she had stowed the rose behind her pillow. It was a realisation that pierced her to the core.

Aquello encendería la llama de un escándalo y el fuego se extendería hasta acabar quemándolas a las dos. Pero Ead era amante del fuego y se lanzaría a un horno ardiendo por Sabran Berethnet, aunque solo fuera por pasar una noche con ella.