#marie

I drank some of that lake! I might have choked on a fish or a frog or a...a...a turtle!" "It is wisest to keep one's mouth shut while sifting." She skewered him with a frosty stare. "Now you tell me." Damn the fairy, anyway. There she stood, feeling ragtag and bedraggled, and he only looked more beautiful wet, all drippy and shimmery gold-velvet, his hair a wet tangle to his waist. "Come Gabrielle," he said, extending his hand, "we must keep moving. They can track me by what little magic I'm using to sift, but only to a general vicinity. We need to keep sifting, to spread out their search." "Is there anything else it's wisest to do that I should know about before we just pop off again?" She tucked her hands behind her back so he couldn't grab her and just sift rather than answering her. Besides, she needed a minute to brace herself for the next bout of traveling in a manner that defied all the known laws of physics. "You might try kissing me. Better my tongue than a frog, no?" Dark eyes sparking gold, he reached for her. "Close contest. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#gabby #karen-marie-moning #lake #the-immortal-highlander #beauty

Despite what the pundits want us to think, contested primaries aren't civil war, they are democracy at work, and that's beautiful. ↗

— Sarah Palin

#civil #civil war #contested #democracy #despite

Let's get something straight, MacKeltar. I am not going home with you. I am not going to bed with you, and I am not wasting one more moment arguing with you." "I promise not to mock you when you change your mind, lass. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#gwen #karen-marie-moning #kiss-of-the-highlander #change

I'll find you. There is no place in this world you can hide from me. I'm watching. Love, Dimitri ↗

— Richelle Mead

#dimitri #love #rosemarie #spirit-bound #love

Ah, my daughter,ʺ he said. ʺEighteen, and already youʹve been accused of murder, aided felons, and acquired a death count higher than most guardians will ever see.ʺ He paused. ʺI couldnʹt be prouder. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#last-sacrifice #rosemarie-hathaway #death

If aught must be lost, ‘twill be my honor for yours. If one must be forsaken, ‘twill be my soul for yours. Should death come anon, ‘twill be my life for yours. I am Given. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#druid #highlander #karen-marie-moning #moning #vow

Sit," Chloe said, dashing after him and tugging firmly at his sleeve. "Let's hear the rest of it. You can kill him later." ~Chloe to Dageus. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#dageus #death #karen-marie-moning #the-dark-highlander #death

It was a land of shadows and ice. Of gray. And grayer. And black. -The Unseelie prison of Aedan ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#karen-marie-moning #dreams

Dreams weigh nothing. - Marie Antoinette ↗

— Kathryn Lasky

#kathryn #lasky #marie-antoinette #princess #versailles

Chloe kept her expression bland. He looked immensely pleased with himself this morning, and there was no way she was letting him know she'd had even one nocturnal thought about him. "I can't remember," she said, blinking guilelessly. "In fact, I slept so deeply I don't think I dreamt at all." "Indeed," he murmured. When he moved forward, she nearly jumped out of her skin, but he simply reached behind her and pulled the door to her bedchamber shut. Then backed her against it. "Hey," she snapped. "I sought but to give you a good morrow kiss, lass. 'Tis a Scots custom." She craned her neck, scowling up at him, and gave him a look that said Yeah, right, nice try. "A wee one. No tongue. I promise," he said, his lips curving faintly. "You never give up, do you?" "I never will, sweet. Doona you know that by now?" Oooh, that was beginning to take on shades of her dream. And he'd called her "sweet," a little endearment. She damped her mouth shut and shook her head. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#dagues #karen-marie-moning #the-dark-highlander #dreams