“She's magic, Cassandra. A single flower blooming in an endless desert.”
― Anne Bishop, Daughter of the Blood

“The Queen gave no reply. A calmness had come over here. One born from being pushed beyond the Queen’s limit.

No punishment, no act of vengeance, no war, no amount of blood, and no retribution that the realm had already seen, would hold a candle to what she would bring”
― L.P. Cowling, A Flood of Faith and Folly

“This,” He started, giving a sudden twinge of his hips so that Ariana could feel the intensity of his throbbing within her. “And you, are mine.”
― L.P. Cowling, A Flood of Faith and Folly

“You think a courtship and a hunt are two separate things.” Ari grinned, showing gleaming white teeth with battle fangs fully extended. “They’re not.”
― C.L. Wilson, The Sea King

“I saved you because you're someone worth saving.”
― Berlyn Hayes, Heirs of Secrets

“Do you look at that bruise on his face and feel pride, or are you currently wallowing in self pity over how tortured you are pretending to hate him?" Kasar whispers to her as they watch Adriel go over the basics of using a bow with the trainees a week later. "Because I would personally feel pretty proud to have landed a bruise that lasted this long."
Meraki slowly turns to him. "Do you want to find out just how proud I am of my hits?"
"Noted.”
― Jo Grospierre, Hymn of The Night

“Adriel looks like he tried to stay awake, sitting just beside her bed on the rugs, however he eventually fell asleep with his head pillowed by his arms just below where her own head lay.
Inches apart, really. She could see each individual eyelash from where she watches him.
She continues to stare for a moment, her heart beating faster than it normally would, much to her horror.
It was probably just the fever.”
― Jo Grospierre, Hymn of The Night

“His hair had come loose from its tie around his face, and it swirls around his narrowed eyes in a storm of soft brown. Ironically, he looks the most unguarded, she thinks, when he's fighting. Like the layer of Adriel that is there to be the prince of the most influential clan in the Hygsten is stripped away, leaving a raw, unbridled version of himself simply lost in the mechanical motions of the battle.
She liked this version.”
― Jo Grospierre, Hymn of The Night

“The looks they cast her change to something more akin to horror. They're looking at her like she's a monster.
And Adriel, well, he continues to look on sadly, damn him.”
― Jo Grospierre, Hymn of The Night

“She had often wondered, when she first met him, if Kasar wished for something more between them.
They fit together like two pieces of a broken pot, jagged on the edges, but smoothed out once together, nothing but the faintest hair of a line to suggest they are not one.
When she had asked, he laughed.
He said he loved her like he loved his own sister, and that was a love untarnished by the thorns of romance, perhaps even more intimate. Friendship, he had said, was the remedy for a broken soul, whether you know it’s broken or not.
She’s crying without making a sound as she rides hard and fast through the forest. A friend, even if it left them without their other half, could let you go if they knew that was what you truly wished.
A lover, could not.”
― Jo Grospierre, Hymn of The Night

“No one had caught the small smirk on the prince's face during the memorial except for Atara, a cruel expression Meraki was so sure was reserved just for her. One she did not even know the barest taste of.
Not even a fraction of that ice made its way into his face around her cousin, like she was the sun itself meting it away.”
― Jo Grospierre, Hymn of The Night

“She went down softly in the distance, nothing more than a feather falling gently against a pond, barely visible through the red mist and dark fog surrounding her. Not a sound was heard beside the caw of the crows nearby and the rustling of leaves.
​The cries of the damned, after all, were seen but never heard.”
― Jo Grospierre, Hymn of The Night

“He says her name like it's the last thing left in this world, the final lifeline preventing him from caving in completely.
...
He had not realized he never truly knew happiness until he met her.”
― Jo Grospierre, Hymn of The Night

“And so, Meraki stands, brushing the dirt from her ruva and starting off towards the camp, the whispers of those long dead chasing her heels.
For once, she lets them follow.”
― Jo Grospierre, Hymn of The Night

“The gods are nothing more than the monsters who happened to hold the pen. They wrote the story, so why not be the hero?
That was the first thing Atara learned when the gods spoke to her for the first time. They hadn't even needed to pretend to be kind or virtuous, the stories that circulated were more powerful than the actions they took—like they had a life of their own.”
― Jo Grospierre, Hymn of The Night

“Atara knew the gods. She could not pray to them to keep her family safe, but she could take something else from them.
Twenty five years ago they had taken her tears in exchange for a second chance at life. The secret was supposed to die with her mother, but she found out regardless, and the gods lept at that fact like dogs on a bone.
She didn’t need her tears back though. No, it will be them who will cry when she takes their power, one by one, until that's all they are; stories.”
― Jo Grospierre, Hymn of The Night

“I am going, with or without you all.” Raven answered like a dog let loose of its cage. “If I go alone, the chance that I may die, raises significantly in comparison to if my Faithful join me.”
― L.P. Cowling

“Raven’s head snapped up to face the Winterhold army, his hand instinctively reaching for his greatsword to his right. The boy hadn’t raised from his knees, and his chest heaved with each breath, staring down the tens of thousands that marched towards Raven to stop him from reaching Ariana. To kill him. To kill his followers. To keep her from him.”
― L.P. Cowling, A Flood of Faith and Folly

“I understand your concerns, Sir William," Lithan began, his voice laced with anger. "But you must understand, my people are suffering. We simply cannot defend ourselves against Arvandor's might. We need the help of your army, or all my people may as well slit their own throats in their barns, now.”
― L.P. Cowling, A Flood of Faith and Folly

“Da hun var lille, havde hun boet der med mor og far på anden sal. Nogle gange, når der var koncert på Brandts, sad de i vindueskarmene og lyttede med. Projektørerne dernedefra farvede væggene røde, blå og lilla i stuen. Det
var mere som en drøm nu, som noget, hun forestillede sig, men der var ikke noget, der trådte i stedet for. Det, der nu var virkeligt, gjorde, at det føltes, som om der slet ingen
virkelighed var.”
― Louise H.A. Trankjær, Nannas bog

“My, I could love ya 'til the sun rises, lassie. But I dinnae think it'd ever be enough.”
― Kyrstie Nickles, Fire on Fire

“Do you like horses?"
"Truth be told, the only thing I love more is dragons."
Wren whistles, and a whinny resounds throughout the air.
I spin around, marveling as a horse gallops through the field of jasmine. She's like a bolt of obsidian in a blanket of white, her breaths like little gusts of wind. She rears several times once she's next to Wren, stomping her front hooves until he reaches out to pet her. "This is Nerra. She will take us where we must go."
Like an acrobat performing a trick for the umpteenth time, Wren hops onto Nerra's back effortlessly. He reaches a hand out to me, and I climb on. He places my hands around his waist, and I swallow hard.
"Hold on tight. You're in for a treat," he says.
On the count of three, he kicks Nerra into a gallop. The horse is like a dragon bound to the earth. Her gait is smooth, her gallop so strong it practically feels like she's trying to take flight with each stride. I hold on tightly to Wren.
We head north. Dressed in bright garments that appear to be dipped in a ray of sunlight, Emerald flitters around as we enter a field of daisies.
"Hi," Wren says. "We're on our way to see Omniscius."
Emerald gives a graceful nod, following behind Nerra with several other fairies. Much to my delight, as we exit the field of daisies and encroach on a field of red roses, the fairies' beautiful yellow garments turn red. Wren's shirt and my dress do the same.”
― Khalia Moreau, The Princess of Thornwood Drive

“...Maybe the ones who married for the wrong reasons are the ones who don't make it. And the ones who married out of pure love are the ones who stand the test of time."

"People get married because they're in love with the fantasy of marriage. The illusion of the happily-ever-after fairy tale we've all been sold since the beginning of time." I dust some sand of my pants, "Why does anyone do anything? Because they want the fantasy of what that thing represents. Why did you move from Nebraska to New York? Was it the fantasy of a glamorous life in one of the most famous cities in the world? The promise of success? The excitement of a fast-paced life? Somewhere along the line, someone sold you on the fantasy of life in the Big Apple, and you bought it. It's not that much different than marriage, in a way. You just committed to a city instead of a person.”
― Winter Renshaw, Fake-ish

“Warm arms encircled her. Holding her. “You don’t hide your pain from me,” he said, lips near her ear. “You don’t wait until I’m gone to show what you’re truly feeling. I’m with you. I’ll carry you. I’ll break with you. Whatever you need, it’s you and me now.”
― Kristin L. Hamblin, Sorcery and Stagecraft

“I'm not fucking sweet!"
"No, you're like the flames of a fire. Bright, beautiful, and deadly. To anyone but me.”
― Karen Tomlinson, Veil Of Souls

“If I could have spent the rest of my life suspended in time, I would have lived in that moment . . . but time belonged to the stars.”
― Valerie Rivers and Stephanie Combs

“Thicket wasn't normal. She was anything but normal, though she longed to be.”
― Isabella Stofka

“I punched the damn prince in his face. I wished I had broken a nose. He was not expecting the grace I’d slammed on his pretty face. I knew it by the way he growled and covered his nose with his hand. “Fuck! That hurts, Thea.”
― Devanshi Sehra, The Smitten Sky: An Enemies to Lovers Dark Fantasy Romance

“He came, he saw, and he understood.”
― Devanshi Sehra, The Smitten Sky: An Enemies to Lovers Dark Fantasy Romance

“When did this girl become so important to you, Meir?” His father asked in a resigned voice.
“The moment I saw her, father. She’s become my world, and I protect what is mine,” I heard Meir say.”
― Devanshi Sehra, The Smitten Sky: An Enemies to Lovers Dark Fantasy Romance