Nancy Holder Quotes

I love you," he said. "Oh, dear God, Skye, you have to know it. And if you'd gone ... "
He saw Eriko lying dead. He felt the roughness of the rocks he had piled to make her grave. And he said good-bye to her.
"Jamie," Skye said, shushing him as she put her hands on his head. "I - I ... you're my brother in all things. And that how I love you, too."
He froze as the meaning of her words penetrated the tidal wave of his emotions. "I'm not too late. I didn't tell you too late," he said desperately.
She hesitated. And then she said, "Holgar."
No. Jamie's world stopped.

A shadow? Oh, darling, all that lives in this house are shadows and reflections and creaks and groans. So you'd better soothe that boundless imagination of yours from now on. Edith

There is a moment after death when things can go one of several ways, when souls can mingle and reunite-or be forever parted. Fate throws the bones, and hearts are mended, or shattered. What tips the balance in one's favor? Is it Mercy, or Grace, or Justice-the names of the three brightest angels? Or is it Love, the name of the One True Being?

I can feel you, even though I can't see you.

None so deaf as those that will not hear; none so blind as those that will not see.

I now pronounce yo a mated pair," the cardinal said, clearly pleased with himself over the phrase.
There was an expectant pause while everyone waited for the line that he'd clearly forgotten.
"Better kiss her quick, wolfie," Jamie teased gently.
Holgar swept Skye up in his arms, and she squealed with joy as they kissed.

Takes more than beer in your blood to take the English out of you.

Don't you feel more than one thing at a time? That's what insanity is, trying to feel one way. That's why it feels good to go crazy. Or to be addicted. It's so much easier than feeling several things at once. -Miles

What kind of freaks are they? Katelyn thought as they continued to circle her. Is this some result of banjo inbreeding?

Perhaps we only notice things when the time comes for us to pay attention to them. When they need us to see them ...

Okay," she murmured. "I love you."
"I love you too."
She looked up at Holgar and realized that he didn't understand. She could feel her heartbeat speeding up, and she shook her head. His smile began to fade.
"Not as a friend, or as a partner. Holgar, I - I love you, and I want to be with you."
His smile faded, and his eyes took on a strange look. She could feel herself beginning to panic. He doesn't feel the same way. That's okay. At least I told him.
"Like a mate?" he asked.
She almost started laughing. A mate was British slang for a best friend. But that's not what Holgar was likely referencing. He was a werewolf, and they called their spouses mates.
"Like a mate," she said, managing not to giggle at the unexpected language barrier.
He still looked confused and a little lost.
"For helvede," she said, using his favourite curse word. And then she leaned forward and kissed him.
She tasted surprise on his lips for just a moment, and then he wrapped his arms around her and crushed her to him. she would have to do a healing spell on her bruised ribs later, but at the moment she didn't care. All she cared about was the passion, the yearning, she felt from him.
When at last they broke apart, she whispered again, "I love you."
"I love you too," he said.
And looking into his eyes this time, she knew that they were talking about the same thing.
"So, do we want to give us a shot?" she asked, breathless.
He

Sometimes the hardest thing you have to do is fight when you'd rather just give up. You can't give up. No matter what. Not even if your heart is breaking. Not even if everything and everyone you love has been taken from you. You must keep going. Because sometimes, the fight is all you have.

Maybe it was true that the more things changed, the more they stayed the same.

They needed to believe they had a chance.
Even if they had none.
They needed to believe that love and faith would win the day.
Even if the day was already lost.

Then she reached to kiss him on the lips, and he let himself have that. Soft, warm, she loved him, a monstrous abomination, a Cursed One. This might be all they ever had, this moment, this kiss, this love.

This life, this entire world, was a crucible. It was the crusade of their times, and they were the knights, the warriors.

Witches, wolves, and moral friend There is horror that does not end War is waged and battles fought But have you stopped to count the cost? We are the ones backed by right We must strike with bold and might The cursed ones blamless be Warm them of the Hunters you see

The holiness of love inspired ordinary men and women to act like angels. It lifted them on wings closer to God.

Passion now begins to wake
and whom we desire, we will take
then we'll cut them down to the quick
love itself the cruelest trick.
Moved we are by loves sweet song
though it plays not for long
we can blow on embers bright
till passion outtakes the light.

We're staying for the moment. ut if you do anything i find the least bit suspicious, I'll kill you. Fair Warning?

The mad head of the house was rotting, and night was dragging her wings across the moon, tracing filigree on the floors. In the attic, more black moths were dancing because it was cold, because it was dark. Because they were hungry. For the butterfly.

None so as those that will not hear; none so blind and those that will not see.

Sweetly, he cupped her cheek and very slowly and deliberately pushed down the bodice of her blouse just a little. She laughed. They kissed. Kissed harder. The warmth between them heated, then blazed - the greatest gift of the Goddess - as Holgar tore off her clothes and -