The Saltwater Curse Quotes

I’ve dreamt of finding my mate since I was a cub, longed for it with every part of my being, because my mate would not hate me for having hair instead of a mantle. She would never leave or ignore me, or call me unworthy for my appearance. My mate would love me. She would pick me.

I melt into him, breathe him in, soak up every inch of his warmth to fill the empty space in my heart where my loneliness grows.

I want her to keep talking. Her voice is like finding shelter as rain patters against the grounds. It’s bird song in the morning after a storm. The crash of waves against the shore after deafening silence.

My heart sinks. It really is like holding up a mirror. When you survive certain things, you develop a knack for recognizing other survivors. “Does it still hurt?” I ask, nodding at his rib. He drops his hand, lips set in a grim line. “Only when I remember.” His throat bobs as he fixes attention back on my scar. “One day, I hope I can help you forget.” My chest swells with that dangerous feeling. I hope you can forget too. “One day,” I agree. It’s a dream. Hope is as deadly as a gun, but one will hurt far more.

You, Cindi. I choose you. Always. If you die, I’ll follow. If you run, I’ll be there. I will never let you go. I will never not choose you.

She is a survivor, smart with her words and vicious. Strong. The perfect queen. I am her weapon, and she is my voice.

He doesn’t even like me. He prefers the idea of me. But one more second won’t hurt. Just one. A single second doesn’t change anything. I can afford one. A moment to be looked at like nothing in this world exists except me, as if the seas could drain and the skies could fall, and he won’t feel the burn as long as I’m there. It’s a suffocating addiction. I could choke on it and still come back day after day for another hit to feel like I’m more than a pile of skin and broken bones.

I won’t thank him for bringing me here when he’s the reason I’m like this to begin with. If you thank people for the bare minimum, you’ll teach them mediocrity is the standard.

I may be the king, but I bow to her, and she bows to no one. Between us, the only one who will submit is me. “I would never give you to anyone, Cindi. Any man who touches you will die. I have killed for you before, and I will kill for you again.

The soul sets each individual kraken, human, siren, bird apart,” he continues. “It’s what gives the body drive beyond food and shelter. Personality beyond natural instinct. Different patterns of a million threads no mortal being could deign to understand.

Also, she likes me more. Cindi has never called Ordus a good kraken. She calls me a good boy whenever I see her, and I make her laugh.

I want anything you are willing to give. Even if it’s nothing, I will spend the rest of my life eternally grateful for the chance to be in your presence.