Fbaa Quotes

A low, humming sound came from deep within me, finally forming rough, guttural words. "It hurts." "I know. You're hungry. But you can't eat Kieran. That would make me a little sad.

Heartmates," he choked out. "What—?” Casteel kissed me again. Hard. Consuming. He kissed me as if he could draw me into him. When his mouth left mine this time, he didn't go far. "Gods. Poppy, I miss you so bad it hurts.

But there was nothing to be done or found here other than what was most likely reality, and what did I believe about truth? That it often could be terrifying, yes. But with truth came power. And I was never one to hide from the truth.

Poppy," he breathed, kissing my cheek, the space below my ear, and then my shoulder. He pressed his mouth to the side of my neck. "My beautiful, brave Queen. I could stay here, holding you, forever." Oh, gods, I knew this was ending. Panic exploded. I wasn't ready. I wasn't. "Don't leave me. Don't leave us. I love you. Please. I love—" "Find me again." His head lifted, and his eyes... they were no longer bright, his features no longer clear. Things were hazy, and I couldn't—oh, gods, I couldn't feel him. "Find me. I'll be waiting here. Always.

Lust was not love, it was not loyalty, and it was not long lasting.

He exhaled heavily. "I don't think I've told you this. I didn't get the chance yet. When you asked me to kiss you under the willow? Deep down, I knew then that I would give you anything you asked for. I still will. Whatever you want," he promised roughly, his fingers tangling in my hair. "You can have it. Anything. Everything. You can have it all. I will make sure of it.

Cutting off the head does not work,” Emil shouted, and I turned to see a headless skeleton tracking the dumbfounded Atlantian. “I repeat. It does not work!

You're more than a Queen. More than a goddess on the verge of becoming a Primal. You're Penellaphe Da'Neer, and you're fearless." "And you run from no one and nothing.

Casteel's head snapped down, his eyes feral and lost as they'd been the morning he woke from the nightmare. He caught one of the roots as it fell over my stomach and stared at it for a moment before he broke it, tossing it aside. "I cannot let you go. I won't. Not now. Not ever." His hand moved to my cheek, but I barely felt it. "Kieran, I need you to pull the bolt out. I— I can't—" His voice shattered. "I need you. I can't do that." "You're going to..." Kieran rocked forward. "Fuck. Yeah. Okay." He tore through the roots. "Let's do this.

The hum in my blood grew, the buzz in my skin intensified, stronger than what I'd felt before, and that ancient sense of knowledge rose deep from my pain. The cords I could see so clearly rippled out from me, connecting me to each and every one of them. It gathered all their burning hatred and scorching loathing, their acidic bitterness and thirst for vengeance after years, decades, centuries of pain inflicted upon them. And I took it. I took it all inside me, letting it pour into every vein, every cell until it choked me, until I tasted the blood, until I drown in it. Until I tasted death, and it was sweet.

And, if you're lucky, they'll go for your throat, and it will be a quick death," the Duke was saying. "Most of you will not be so fortunate. They'll tear into your flesh and tissue, feasting on your blood while you scream for the gods you've lost faith in." "This is perhaps the least calming speech ever given after an attack," Hawke muttered under his breath.

Our relationship was never one of raw need. That doesn't mean I cared any less about her, but it wasn't like this. There was no constant need to be inside her in every way imaginable, and even ways not yet thought of. I never found myself constantly hungering, and I believe you need that to find yourself exploring those things with someone you're commited to," he said, and my breaths became shorter and shallower. "I never had what I have with you with her, Poppy.

When you call me Cas, it reminds me that I'm real." "Cas," I whispered, blinking back tears. "Don't," he pleaded softly. "Don't cry." "I'm sorry. It's just that I want..." Gods, there was so much I wanted for him. I wanted him to never have experienced any of that, but I couldn't undo the past. "I want you to know that you are always Cas. You were never a thing, and you aren't one now." I rose, easing him onto his back. The buttery light of the gas lamp flowed over the striking lines of his face. "You are Casteel Hawkethrone Da'Neer. A son. A brother. A friend. A husband." I leaned over him, and there was no mistaking the deepening of the color in his eyes as his gaze dropped to my breasts. Clasping his cheek, I guided his gaze back to mine. "You are a King. My King. And you will always be my everything, but never will you be a thing.

So, you’re down a few guards already. What about the rest?” “I will handle them,” I told him. Delano lowered his glass. “None of them can be swayed to join our side?” I smiled faintly at his optimism. “I don’t believe so.” “See? Marshmallow.” Elijah leaned back, kicking his feet up onto the desk. “First thing he asks? How did the Maiden get scarred? The second thing?” He finished off his whiskey as Naill hid his smile behind his hand. “Can any of the guards be saved? Soon, he’s gonna ask—” He cursed as Delano turned, knocking his legs off the desk with a swipe of his arm, nearly toppling Elijah out of his chair. He righted himself with one hand. “My apologies.” “Uh-huh.” Delano turned.

I’m kind of sad I didn’t get the same welcome,” quipped Delano. Laughing under my breath, I turned to the pale-haired wolven. “Might be a wee bit suspicious if I know every single one of you.” “I know.” Delano came forward. “I just wanted to complain.” I took hold of his arm. “It is good to see you.” Wintry blue eyes met mine. “I was worried we wouldn’t…” He forced a smile. “You good?” Yanking the younger wolven in for a hug, I cupped the back of his head. “I’m good.” “Oh, fuck,” Elijah muttered. “You’re going to make him an even bigger marshmallow.” “Marshmallow?” I repeated, pulling back. Delano rolled his eyes. “Yeah, he says I’m like a marshmallow, all gooey and soft on the inside.” “Am I wrong?” Elijah threw up his hands. “You’re going to realize just how not soft I am when I knock your ass through that stone wall,” Delano warned, pointing at said wall. “You wouldn’t dare.” Elijah chuckled, motioning us to follow him to one of the closed wooden doors. “Wanna know why? You’d be all kinds of sad afterward for hurting me.” “I’m not so sure about that,” Delano muttered, but he did so as he grinned.