Gryffin Quotes

That was so-Gryffin always has so much pain. That you can take it away like that - it's almost like magic." Chase shrugged in the dark. "Kindness is a form of magic," he said. "So everyone should be capable of at least a little. Good night. See you in the morning." And he nodded to me and strode off. Kindness is a form of magic. Then magic had sprinkled itself across me many times, when I had not noticed its fey sparkle. I had been used to thinking of my life as bleak and full of darkness, but for the first time it occurred to me how often a stranger had stepped forward to offer me comfort and assistance, no matter how briefly. Ian Shelby. Sarah Parmer. Aylre the Safe-Keeper. The man who had stopped Carlon from beating me in the streets. Chase Beerin. They had been kind to me; most had, in different ways, been kind to Gryffin as well. Looked at that way, my life was a weave of brightness laid over a trembling black, a scrap of midnight velvet spangled with many jewels. I had another thought as I stood there, trying desperately to understand a completely altered view of my existence. Someday I might be the one to offer kindness to someone else in grim and dire circumstances. Someday I might be the one with wealth or knowledge or strength or power that could be used to alleviate another person's distress. Such a thought had literally never crossed my mind before. More than once I had been saved. Someday I might save someone else in return.

I cannot begin to say where this belief in Prophecy comes from. The future surely holds the same for us all and that is to return to the Goddess in death. What matters most is what we do while we are here! May the Goddess grant the Gryffin wisdom as they pursue their Destiny. By bringing them to contemplate their actions, she might teach them that happiness and fulfillment are concerns of the present as well as the future.

I can see why,” I murmured, looking around. There were even some comfy-looking leather couches by the window. If this was her favorite, then it was mine too.

Mo shíorghrá means “My eternal love” in Irish. It was what my father always called my mother. I remember as a kid hearing him greet her with it in the morning when he asked her how she slept. When she unintentionally made him laugh, he would say it with a shake of his head. Even when they argued, he would end the fight by whispering it into her hair. Every time he said it, I was so struck with the power of their everlasting devotion to each other. Every time I say it to you, I once again feel that same power. I love you eternally, Sophia Rose.

You younger wolves can’t spend one night without your ladies,” an elder scoffed. “I could, but I’m in love and I spent every night for seven years without her,” Connall replied honestly, “So why should I want to tonight?