Quote

He does not start guiltily, as he should, but frowns in annoyance. Who are you? I slip my hand through the slit of my overskirt, and my fingers close around the hard wood of the crossbow tiller. Vengeance, I say softly.

R.L. LaFevers

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

R.L. LaFevers
Around
Slips
Crossbows
Doe
Wood
Frowns
Hard
Woods
Slit
Fingers
Slits
Close
Annoyance
Hand
Softly
Start
Slip
Tiller
Hands
Vengeance
Crossbow

More quotes by R.L. LaFevers

Image
It is all we have left to us. And while it is more than I ever dared dream, it is nowhere near enough.
R.L. LaFevers
Image
He smiles then, and even though it is well past midnight, its as if the sun has just come out.
R.L. LaFevers
Image
You are not my nursemaid. Remember, I am rescuing you.
R.L. LaFevers
Image
When one consorts with assassins, one must expect to dance along the edge of a knife once or twice.
R.L. LaFevers
Image
Every time he glances at me I feel it just as surely as if he has reached out and run his finger along my soul. It is all I can do not to smile at the sheer wonder of it.
R.L. LaFevers
Image
... true faith never comes without anguish.
R.L. LaFevers
Image
Hate cannot be fought with hate. Evil cannot be conquered by darkness. Only love has the power to conquer them both.
R.L. LaFevers
Image
I am sorry,' he whispers. 'I am sorry I treated you so ill. I thought only to protect Duval.' 'It was not I who was poisoning him,' I say. 'No, but you had stolen his heart and I was afraid you would rip it from his chest when you left.
R.L. LaFevers
Image
The pain of hope dying is worse than his fists and boots.
R.L. LaFevers
Image
God's Teeth,' he says. 'I was only trying to wake you. You were crying out in your sleep.' 'I was not,' I say, then look from his neck to my knife. 'When I tried to wake you, you stabbed me.' He sounds sore put out. and I cannot blame him.
R.L. LaFevers
Image
One heart cannot serve two masters.
R.L. LaFevers
Image
Perhaps that is because you mistake death for justice, and they are not the same thing at all.
R.L. LaFevers
Image
For all that I have kissed before, I have never felt anything like this. It is as if I have swallowed a tiny piece of the sun, its warmth and light reaching into every corner of my soul and chasing away the shadows. I surrender to that kiss - surrender to the strength and the courage and the sheer goodness of the man.
R.L. LaFevers
Image
You come to us well tempered, my child, and it is not in my nature to be sorry for it. It is a well tempered blade that is the strongest.
R.L. LaFevers
Image
People hear and see what they expect to hear and see.
R.L. LaFevers
Image
Whenever you are ready, or if you never are, my heart is yours, until Death do us part. Whatever that may mean when consorting with one of Death’s handmaidens.
R.L. LaFevers
Image
You would throw away all that we have given you for a man’s love?” “Not a man’s love,” I say softly. “But Duval’s. And I would find a way to serve both my god and my heart. Surely He does not give us hearts so we may spend our lives ignoring them.
R.L. LaFevers
Image
If he is smart, he will run. He is not.
R.L. LaFevers
Image
When he laces his fingers through mine, my heart does its now familiar panicked flight, bumping painfully against my ribs. My shoulder twitches as if to pull my hand back, but my heart overrules it.
R.L. LaFevers
Image
However, there are those who deserve to die but who have not yet encountered the means to do so—we help them on their way.
R.L. LaFevers