Moira J. Moore Quotes

He was miffed because he hadn't been the center of all my attention the night before. Pathetic. It would be enough to make me laugh, except he was also accusing me of dereliction of duty. I couldn't let my own Source believe I wouldn't do my duty. It would be difficult for him to do his job if he thought I wouldn't be doing mine. Plus it was irritating.
I drained the last of my coffee.
Karish looked horrified. "Zaire, woman, how can you gulp it down like that when it's still hot?"
Because I was a Shield. I gestured at the waiter. "You're left-handed," I said as my mug was filled. "But you use your right when you eat. You drank three mugs of ale and ate two bowls of the stew. You enjoyed it very much, even though you don't like turnip."
"Actually," he interrupted me curtly, "I'm allergic to turnip."
I almost smiled. Was he trying to shake my confidence? Amateur. "If you were allergic to turnip you wouldn't have touched the stew at all." Wouldn't want hives defiling that perfect skin. "You eat your bread like a woman - "
"What the hell does that mean?"
"You tear it off in chunks instead of biting into the whole slice. And you slather all sides with butter. That's disgusting, by the way." Butter was not icing and shouldn't be treated as such. "You sat straight in your chair, as you are now, without touching the back, despite certain fatigue. I would guess you spent some of your formative years with a wooden rod up your spine." He leaned back in

He is something, isn't he?"
"You're kidding. He's half-dead and he's flirting?"
"He's got a killer smile.

So we waited. I felt useless. I felt like I was in the way. I wished I had some nervous habits so I could indulge in them.

I couldn't be sure, and I certainly wasn't going to admit it to anyone, but I suspect I was the cause of the blizzard that hit us that night.

Flown Raven is the country,"I muttered.
"City slave," he said.
"Farm boy," I shot back.
"I've never even seen a farm."
"Don't trifle me with details.

What I'd always said in jest suddenly struck me as truth. Karish was something else, something other. I stared at him with wonder. "Holy hell," I muttered.
He was looking at me warily. "Don't you start, Lee," he said, almost pleading. "I mean it. Really."
All right. I could keep my mouth shut. Adoration wasn't my style, anyway.

When I found him, I was going to kill him. How dare he do this to me? What did he mean by getting himself kidnapped? He was a man, for gods' sake. He was supposed to be able to fight off kidnappers. He was a bloody hero, talented and beautiful and an aristocrat to boot. Heroes didn't get kidnapped. Heroes rescued kidnap victims.
Leave it to a man, and a Source, to screw up something so simple.

Go to sleep. You look awful." I stood.
"Leaving so soon?"
"I was told not to tire you out." I looked at him. I would have wagered he couldn't lift his head if he had to.
He could have died.
"I'm glad you're going to be all right." Weak words, insufficient for the relief I felt, but I'd never claimed to be any kind of poet.
He smirked. "Glad enough to get me some chocolate?"
I raised an eyebrow at him. No, not glad enough to fetch and carry for him. "I bet the bureaucrat out there would do that for you."
Was that panic that flared in his eyes? "Amanda is out there?"
It amused me that he knew exactly who I'd been referring to. Assuming that was her name. "Want me to send her in?"
"Not if you hold the slightest affection for me in that cold, hard heart of yours."
"Now that'll take some serious self-examination," I said, opening the door.
"What, no good-bye kiss?" he protested.
"Don't tempt me, Stallion." And because I was tired and light-headed with relief, I blew one at him before I left.

My eyebrows couldn't go any higher, so there was no way I could express the increase in my surprise.

Please, Karish, all this temptation before you." I nodded at all the pretty people around us. "Something's going to burst."
He smiled. No, leered. "You offering to do something about it?"
I reached back for one of the dishes on the table and found a wicked-looking knife. I raised it and cocked a suggestive brow.
He paled. "You're a sick, sick woman."
"Still think you're going to like me?

Of course, about a dozen steps from the Stall I was regretting my nobility, but I refused to go back and ask for the rain gear. I could be petty that way.
And hey, no objection to seeing Karish with his shirt soaked through. It was clingy while in the Stall, but a few drops of rain had it completely plastered to his shoulders, chest, back and stomach. His black hair was slicked close to his head. Rain streamed over his face and throat and clung to his eyelashes. He made a beautiful drowned rat.
Unfortunately, Karish's shirt wasn't the only garment to be quickly soaked through. I couldn't carry off the look with the same panache.

You're sending my mind to unwelcome places, Taro.
Good. It can keep mine company.

Sometimes I was so funny I couldn't stand myself.