Vane grabbed me. “DuLac, let’s chat.” British-speak for “Stand still while I yell at you.
— Priya ArdisIt is not any common earth,Water or wood or air,But Merlin’s Isle of GramaryeThat you and I will fare.
— Rudyard KiplingWake up! You’re a sacred soul and glory is yours for the taking.
— Stefan EmundsHe’d used the amulet to read my thoughts again. I pictured smacking him in the face.
— Priya ArdisVane grabbed me. “DuLac, let’s ch.
— Priya ArdisI caught his hand. “What do you want me to do?”Leaning down, he kissed the pulse beating on my neck just above the damaged skin. “Tomorrow, I need you to die.
— Priya ArdisMatt was almost completely naked. A tattered loincloth and an ugly chain with a yellow diamond were his only apparel.
— Priya ArdisWaiting for one’s execution is worse than dying. To seek my beheading is glory. Who went to his execution willingly? Jesus did. Jesus even dragged his cross half way to Golgotha. I think he would have nailed himself to the cross if he had to.
— Stefan EmundsRough palms cradled my face while my fingers gripped the pillow on either side of his. Lips, teeth, tongue, mingled together. I ate him up and didn’t let go until I had to come up for air.
— Priya ArdisI've always regarded it as a test of character to dislike the Kennedys. I don't really respect anyone who falls for Camelot.
— Christopher Hitchens