A.C. Gaughen Quotes

You traitorous bitch!" he yelled. "You goddamn liar!"
I laughed. "You knew I were a bitch and a liar when you married me, Guy. It's your own damn fault for agreeing to it.

There is a difference between peace and submission.

I am a daughter of the desert, and my feet will never fail me.

I wouldn't never bathe with him or pass water when he were near. He got suspicious quick. Seems real boys are awfully eager to parade their bits around.

Rob sidled up next to me. "You don't have to come," he told me. "We can do it."
Glaring at him, I said, "I'm coming. For Heaven's sake, I put on a dress and you lot think I'm a girl.

Don't let a few silly truths muddle up a good story.

Ain't got so much moral ground to stand on.

Ireland?" he said. "I'm from Ireland! Why do you think I came here?" he said. "Nothing good in Ireland." He frowned. "Except the ale. The ale is fine.

I wouldn't fix a broken thing only to see it shatter before my eyes a moment later.

It didn't seem right to cry while you prayed. It seemed selfish to talk to God in such misery.

Rob's breath were pushing over my ear, his chest puffing up underneath me. His heart were beating so close to my own that it calmed me for sheer distraction.

This is the hope, not horror

Sometimes it's harder to be bright when you feel the darkness inside you. Sometimes the very hardest thing is to let the pain go.

He put his hand to my cheek, just touching the fingertips to my skin before pulling away. You are.

John laughed. "You know, I've heard all the sayings about the wrath of women, but whew, Scar, you have a temper."
The others chuckled.
"Keep it in mind, John Little," I warned him. I didn't feel much like chuckling.
He laughed. "I'll be sure to inform Jenny Percy," he said.
I rolled my eyes, but this time I heard a small laugh come from Rob's distant corner. "So she really kissed
Scar?"
"Should have seen it, Rob! Scar's right in the middle of giving her a talking-to, and Jenny lays one on her," Much
crowed.
"So that's how we shut her up," John said.
I knew he were fair close to me so I tried to kick him. It took a few attempts, but one finally hit something and I heard him whine, "Ow, Scar!"
"And none of you jumped in to defend - her - her honor?" Rob asked, but it got broken up with laughs.
"The lot of you are stupid blighters," I snapped. "It ain't for laughing."
This made them crack apart with howls.

Much were bent over in laughter. I pushed him, and he rolled to the floor without my intended insult. "Come off it!" I stamped my foot.
"What's so funny?" John asked, coming over in the middle of eating an apple. He tossed me an apple and I threw it at Much. He only laughed harder. "K-k-kissed Scar!" he hooted.
"Someone kissed you?" John asked, turning to me. He didn't look like it were too funny. "Who is he?"
This made Much laugh more.
"None of your business, John Little," I told him.
He stepped closer to me with a flat face that, if I could ape it, I'd never be kissed by a stupid girl when I didn't want to be. "Who, Scar?"
"Jenny Percy!" Much roared.
John's face broke open, like a smile could split a black
mood. "Wait till Rob hears this.

You need to think!" he snapped.
"No!" I snapped back. "You need to think. Like a thief - like a girl. Like all the people that get their power and their choices taken away from them. I won't be one of them.

The man who told me had no reason to lie."
Kate frowned. "Every man has a reason to lie."
"Not when he were planning to murder me a moment later.

I picked up the mop and started washing again as Rob struggled to his feet, red faced. John laughed, and Much covered a smile.
"You lot think this is funny?" I asked. "I'll unman you too if you wish it."
They jumped back, and Rob grunted. "You haven't unmanned me, and I resent the implication of it."
"It were a warning blow," I told him, shoving the mop 'cross the floor. "Next time I'll try harder.

Boy," David said, pointing. "That's not our horse."
"Of course it isn't," Allan said, coming out from the inn with a wide stretch and a yawn. "It's mine."
"Christ Almighty." David sighed. "I thought we got rid of you."
"You don't mean that for a moment," Allan said, mounting his horse. "Besides, did you really think to go to Ireland without one of her favorite native sons?"
"Clearly a foolish hope," David muttered, mounting as well.
I swung up onto the horse, feeling my body ache as my muscles settled into place. "Play nice, boys.

I do what I do because I will always believe that no matter how awful life gets for however many of these people, there is something I can do about it. There is something I will do about it.

You are my whole heart, Scarlet. And this is breaking it.'
My heart cracked open and clear dropped out of me. My mouth opened, and I looked round me and stamped my foot. 'Does this look like a good time to tell me that, you damn stupid boy?' I meant to sound mean but my voice wobbled. 'Now?'
He gave a little smile. 'My foul-mouthed warrior.

A fighting man will die without something to fight for."
"And a woman?" I asked her.
She drew in a slow breath. "Everyone needs something - someone - to fight for, Marian.

There's a funny thing about light and darkness
like hope, you can never blot out either one completely. They always exist, side by side, bright light making shadows darker, darkness making the light more beautiful, a tempting siren call. I can't hate the dark parts of myself. They are the things that showed me how special and rare the bright flames of trust, loyalty, friendship, and love were. My darkness showed me how to love Rob. But now I choose light and fire and love. No I choose freedom.

Because we always have a choice, even when it feels like we don't.

He went to his coffers, shuffling through until he found something. It were a long, black-sheathed boot knife. He drew it half out and showed me a wicked-looking blade. He pushed it back in the sheath and tossed it to me. I caught it and looked at it; I couldn't even draw it out of the sheath the way my hand were bandaged, so I just stared at him.

"Does that help?" he said.

Silent, I nodded slow.

He nodded once, sharp. "Good."

And then he left.

Not only is a book without conflict something no one wants to read, but a life without conflict is something where nothing is gained, nothing is earned, nothing is won.

Rob came to me and I stood, his body fitting against mine so easy, my shoulder tucked under his, his hip against the curve of my waist. I looked up at him, and he ducked his head to give me a soft, gentle, easy kiss.
It were a husband's kiss, I rather thought. It weren't the first kiss, a thing of hunger and new tastes. It weren't all our sad kisses of leaving and coming back, full of desperation and scared. It were just a kiss. A kiss that felt like he'd done it before, a kiss that knew he could do it again.
Then again, it also sent lightning crackling down my back, and I remembered there were ways we weren't husband and wife just yet. I felt a blush running up my face and he stroked my cheek, kissing me again.

I will not be broken or diminished or belittled by the choices of men around me.

Small men will always hurt things that are weaker than them.

Talking one way or another doesn't make you better

He takes the guilt and responsibility that others can't. John takes the punches. I just take the hunger, and most times it feels like awful little.

Your power, your great gift, is that you never give up. When something fails you make a new plan, and another, and another. You never accept defeat. You never give up.

I am a Dragon of the desert, and nothing will slake my thirst for vengeance.

Every day we lived, and every day it felt like we had a little less to live for.

Our love filled the broken bits and made me whole again. There weren't a perfect time to love him, not ever, and it had always been with the threat of death and hurt hovering round us. And we'd love each other anyway. Sure, and true.

I think life becomes a fabric of choices, interwoven, all related ... I split my life into these two things, thief and lady

Honor, obey?" Gisbourne shouted, grappling with John. "This is what you call being a good wife?"
I stopped. "I never said I'd be a good wife, Guy. Just that I'd marry you.

You used to be afraid to get so close to me," I told him, and he met my eyes. "That was a good instinct.

Never would I have a man saying what or who were best for me, and that were all there were to it.

The joy is is in the written word

I'm saying that some girls slap, but I've got knives.

I'll keep your heart, Scar," he whispered. "If you keep mine.

Rob looked a little shocked. "Don't you look at me like that," I snapped at him. "Just because I can't trim a beard don't mean I can't swear."
"Like a sailor," he added. "I've never heard so many curses in my whole life. All combined.

Come let's go inside. I'm sure you and your men are hungry."
"Yes," Allan said, grinning.
"Shameless," I heard David grunt.
"There is no glory in shame," Allan said back.

I look terrible in this," Allan whined.
David scowled at him. "The great trickster. I thought you could pretend to be whatever you wanted. Having difficulty being me?"
"But I look so much handsomer as me," Allan said.

True power does not force others to make themselves smaller.

My bones were shaking so hard I thought they'd tear straight out.

You have to stay safe, Scar. Maybe it's your bits in a dress and maybe it's just you, but I'm awful fond of something in there. So don't get killed.

I won't go with you," Allan told me.
I scowled. "No one asked you to come."
He looked offended in a rather dire way. "Who will entertain you?

The heartwood," Rob murmured, looking at me. "You wanted to marry me in the heart of Major Oak." I beamed at him grateful that he understood. "And Scar," he whispered. I leaned in close. "Are you wearing knives to our wedding?" Nodding, I laughed, telling him, "I was going to get you here one way or another, Hood."
He laughed, a bright, merry sound. Standing in the heart of the tree, he reached again for my hand, fingers sliding over mine. Touching his hand, a rope of lightening lashed round my fingers, like it seared us together. Now, and for always. His fingers moved on mine, rubbing over my hand before capturing it tight and turning me to the priest.
The priest looked over his shoulder, watching as the sun began to dip. He led us in prayer, he asked me to speak the same words I'd spoken not long past to Gisbourne, but that whole thing felt like a bad dream, like I were waking and it were fading and gone for good. "Lady Scarlet." he asked me with a smile, "known to some as Lady Marian of Huntingdon, will thou have this lord to thy wedded husband, will thou love him and honour him, keep him and obey him, in health and in sickness, as a wife should a husband, forsaking all others on account of him, so long as ye both shall live?"
I looked at Robin, tears burning in my eyes. "I will," I promised. "I will, always."
Rob's face were beaming back at me, his ocean eyes shimmering bright. The priest smiled.
"Robin of Locksley, will thou have this lady to thy

You see the world as fixed and finite, and it is not. It is liquid and ever moving, and one act can change everything.