Cas Lowood Quotes

I smile quietly. She is with me all the time. I feel stupid now, for not seeing it sooner. But hey, at least we'll have this strange story to tell, love and death and blood and daddy-issues. And holy crap, I am a psychiatrist's wet dream.- Cas Lowood, Anna Dressed in Blood ~ Kendare Blake

But the mall is a thing that should not be suffered. Except maybe for Cinnabon. ~ Kendare Blake

I think he's delirious," Cas said.
"Don't die on me," I ordered.
"I wouldn't dream of it," he said right before he passed out. ~ Jennifer Rush

Something snagged at his heart when he thought of that; he didn't want Dean to forget about him. It didn't seem fair that Dean might get to brush him aside and Cas would remember him for the rest of his natural life. ~ Twist And Shout

Cas, my darling Cas," Merrick murmured into his throat. "I am yours. I will always be yours. You own my heart."
Cassius swayed and moaned, his hand reaching up to clasp their fingers together. "And you own mine, my prince ~ Riley Hart

My first quarter at Lowood seemed an age; and not the golden age either; it comprised an irksome struggle with difficulties in habituating myself to new rules and unwonted tasks. The fear of failure in these points harassed me worse than the physical hardships of my lot; though these were no trifles. ~ Charlotte Bronte

I'm no superhero. If anything I'm Rorschach from Watchmen. I'm Grendel. I'm the survivor in Silent Hill. ~ Kendare Blake

We can stop…" Cassius said.
"We can…"
He felt Merrick's breath upon his mouth.
"I do not want to," Cassius replied.
"I do not want to either."
Then their mouths were lightly teasing one another. They pressed gentle kisses upon each other's lips as though they were testing the waters again.
"I felt you all day…the evidence of you being inside me. Each time I sat or moved, my body recalled taking you deep."
Cas shuddered. "I wish I could feel you inside me as well, so I would always know you there."
They were kissing again then, more hungrily. Cassius had never tasted anything as sweet as the prince on his tongue. His prick hardened, ached. He wished to embed the mixture of brandy and Merrick into his taste buds. To feel the strength of Merrick deep within his ass. To burn Merrick into the memory of his fingertips so he could recall it over and over and over again.
"You wreck me, Cas," Merrick said against his mouth. Their tongues moved together. Merrick's hand cupped the back of his head, slid under his hat, and threaded his fingers there ~ Riley Hart

The five phases of Artificial Intelligence (AI 5.0) are Artificial Narrow Intelligence (ANI), Artificial General Intelligence (AGI), Artificial Consciousness, Artificial Superintelligence (ASI) and Compassionate Artificial Superintelligence (CAS). ~ Amit Ray

I'd stand on the street corner and score a steak," Cas said.
I couldn't help laughing. "You know, you might be flooded with business."
His mouth stretched into a lecherous grin. "If you come with me we could be rich by morning."
"Very funny. ~ Jennifer Rush

Please, my prince…my Merrick."
Merrick trailed his nails over the dimples of his buttocks before his lips found the shell of his ear. "Anything, Cas. I would give you anything."
Cassius's breath ghosted out of him as he arched his back, his head sinking to the crook of Merrick's neck. Cas twisted his mouth, and the way their lips brushed together made Merrick shiver. "I would like to feel your cock inside me."
Merrick gasped as he gripped Cassius's hair in his fingers, bent his head back, and crushed their lips together.
"Take me," Cassius groaned. "Make me yours. ~ Riley Hart

I believe I was afraid…of not being worthy of you. I have spent weeks writing, scribbling my thoughts, reliving every moment we shared, and I saw…the happiness we shared when we were together. The gleam in your dark eyes when you saw me. And I realized…that is what it's about, is it not? Those pieces of happiness are what matters. Not title or name. I write stories and poems of love and dreams coming true, but I did not allow myself to see it as something that could be real…not for me…but it was true…what we shared, and not only am I better for it, the world could be too."
"I am a better man because of you, Cas. Imagine what we could do together?"
Cassius gasped…hoped. "Do you still want me, my prince?"
"I have never wanted another the way I want you. There will never be another I love the way I love you."
Merrick raised his hand, cupped Cassius's cheek. Cas nuzzled into him, closed his eyes, trembled when he felt Merrick's lips touch his. They kissed slowly, deeply, reexploring each other.
Cassius swallowed down Merrick's moans and then fed him his own.
And it was…perfect.
When they pulled apart, Cassius led Merrick back to the rock. The sun kept the chill off as they climbed on together ~ Riley Hart

We will have one night in each other's arms."
One night was all they would have when they longed for their ever after…
"Yes, my prince."
Cassius closed his eyes, felt the prince's soft mouth upon his. His tongue lashed Cas's lips before he parted them. It was difficult to be as close to Merrick as he wanted because of their layers of clothing. Still, Merrick's touch somehow seared through him; he felt the warmth of Merrick's hand against his back. Cassius raised his hands and cupped Merrick's handsome face as they shared what he hoped was their first kiss of a night full of their mouths intimately attached.
He longed to hear the soft noises that came from Merrick's throat when they kissed. As though he heard Cas's thoughts, he made a soft sound into Cas's mouth, and Cas swallowed it down as though it nourished him. ~ Riley Hart

Dad takes a step back, one hand still on my shoulder, and reaches into his pocket. He draws out a little blue capsule, and I feel every molecule in my body screaming to run. Dad must catch the panic in my eyes - he squeezes my shoulder and holds out the capsule. "Cas, it's fine. It's going to be fine. This is just in case."

Just in case. Just in case the worst happens. The ship falls. Durga fails, I fail, and the knowledge I carry as a Reckoner trainer must be disposed of. That information can't fall into the wrong hands, into the hands of people who will do anything to take down our beasts.

So this little capsule holds the pill that will kill me if it comes to that.

"It's waterproof," Dad continues, pressing it into my hand. "The pocket on the collar of your wetsuit, keep it there. It has to stay with you at all times."

It won't happen on this voyage. It's such a basic mission, gift-wrapped to be easy enough for me to handle on my own. But even holding the pill fills me with revulsion. On all my training voyages, I've never had to carry one of these capsules. That burden only goes to full-time trainers.

"Cas." Dad tilts my chin up, ripping my gaze from the pull. "You were born to do this. I promise you, you'll forget you even have it." I suppose he ought to know - he's been carrying one for two decades.

It's just a right of passage, I tell myself, and throw my arms around his neck once more. ~ Emily Skrutskie

What do you mean, what's the deal with my hair?" - Swift
...
"Did you get bored one day and hack half of it off? You look like you've had a close call with a weed whacker." - Cas ~ Emily Skrutskie

We are not always shaped by our parents, Cas. We're shaped by our choices. ~ Sarah Dalton

The diversity of 'cas'(complex adaptive systems) is a dynamic patter, often persistent and coherent like the standing wave we alluded to earlier. If you disturb the wave, say with a stick or paddle, the wave quickly repairs itself once the disturbance is removed. Similarly in 'cas', a pattern of interactions disturbed by the extinction of component agents often reasserts itself, though the new agents may differ in detail from the old. There is, however, a crucial difference between the standing wave pattern and 'cas' patterns: 'cas' patterns evolve. The diversity observed in 'cas' is the product of progressive adaptations. Each new adaptation opens the possibility for further interactions and new niches. ~ John H. Holland

I don't believe that." She seems like suck a force,this reasonable girl who kills with a turn of her fingers. She would have left all this behind, if she had the chance. "I honestly don't remember," she sighs "I don't think I was strong in life. Now it seems like I loved every moment, that every breath was charmed and crisp." she clasps her hands comically to her chest and breaths in deep through her nose, then blows it out in a huff. "I probably didn't. For all my dreams and fancies, I can't recall being ... what would you call it? Perky? ~ Kendare Blake

Mr. Brocklehurst, I believe I intimated in the letter which I wrote to you three weeks ago, that this little girl has not quite the character and disposition I could wish: should you admit her into Lowood school, I should be glad if the superintendent and teachers were requested to keep a strict eye on her, and, above all, to guard against her worst fault, a tendency to deceit. I mention this in your hearing, Jane, that you may not attempt to impose on Mr. Brocklehurst. ~ Charlotte Bronte

The road won't always be easy but it will be worth it. ~ Cas McCullough

Jesus. I have become the thing they call the third wheel. ~ Kendare Blake

The wrought-iron gate squeaked as Lucas opened it. He lowered the rented bike down the stone steps and onto the sidewalk. To his right was the most famous Globe Hotel in Paris, disguised under another name. In front of the entrance five Curukians sat on mopeds. Lu-cas and his eighteen-month-old friend then shot out across the street and through the invisible beam of an-other security camera.
He rode diagonally across the place de la Concorde and headed toward the river. It seemed only natural. The motorcycles trailed him. He pedaled fast across the Alex-andre III bridge and zipped past Les Invalides hospital. He tried to turn left at the Rodin Museum, but Goper rode next to him, blocking his escape. ~ Paul Aertker

Don't be afraid of the dark, Cas. But don't let them tell you that everything that's there in the dark is also there in
the light. It isn't. ~ Kendare Blake

Pumpkin?" He nodded at the cookies.

"Of course."

"Anna Banana, I love you. ~ Jennifer Rush

Maybe none of us can choose who we love, Cas. None of the lucky ones, anyway. The only choice we have is how we serve that love. And Ethan's made his choice. What about you? Are you going to reject it, or make the best of what you've been given? ~ Vicki Keire

People like Cas say 'see you then', ~ Standbyme

This is how the zombie apocalypse starts," Cas said. "You don't screw with death, yo! ~ Jennifer Rush

You have been resident in my house three months?"
"Yes, sir."
"And you came from
?"
"From Lowood school, in -shire."
"Ah! a charitable concern. How long were you there?"
"Eight years."
"Eight years! you must be tenacious of life. ~ Charlotte Bronte

A fire was licking at the fringe of one of the drapes that hung from the four posters of Mr. Rochester's bed. It cast a warm light through the gloom, illuminating his face while he slept. The glow became him; as the fire danced, its darting light softened the severe lines of his brow and lip.
"Please fall in love with me," Jane whispered. It shouldn't be totally out of the realm of possibility. After all, Mr. Darcy fell in love with the nearly destitute Elizabeth Bennet. It could be like one of those stories Charlotte and the other girls at Lowood were always telling - the ones with rich, handsome suitors, not the ones about murder.
Wait.
Murder.
The bed was still on fire. ~ Cynthia Hand

So that we may not be like the Athenians, who never consulted except after the event done.
[Fr., Afin que ne semblons es Athenians, qui ne consultoient jamais sinon apres le cas faict.] ~ Francois Rabelais

Should we kill him?" Cas said. "Before he starts lurching around and eating our brains?"

"Cas!" Anna said.

"What? Too soon? ~ Jennifer Rush

Cas whistled. "You are a sight for sore eyes, Anna Banana. ~ Jennifer Rush

We shall ride soon," Prince Merrick told him. "If you would like. I don't make nearly enough time to ride, and I think I would like it…the freedom you spoke of." Then he smiled, and again, it made Cas's stomach flip. The familiar ache of desire sat heavy within him.
Cassius's throat felt dry. "Yes, Your Highness. Whatever you wish."
The prince's eyes darted away as if that had been the wrong answer. Cas didn't know what he'd done wrong, but he yearned to remedy it. "This…tonight, I do not have the words to thank you. You didn't have to do this, not for me, but you did, and I will forever be grateful"
"And I did it because I wanted to…for you."
The words hung heavy in the air. It was as if the prince desired Cas's friendship, his company, and fucking hell, Cas thought he might want the same from the prince. He enjoyed him - not as a prince, but as a man ~ Riley Hart

My books are inspired by children - sometimes my own.
My writing is powered by chocolate - not always my own! ~ Cas Lester

Kind, reasonable, thoughtful. It wasn't 'love' or an admission of wild, passionate feelings, but he realized he liked her three words more. 'Love' would have been easy, another easy lie in a long line of lies. 'Love' would be easy to dismiss. ~ Amy Tintera

Sleep is like the tide only this time the moon doesn't bring it in. ~ I Need You Cas

He did not see how he could be considered the breathtaking one with the prince in the room. He was everything Cassius was not. He set Cassius's soul afire. And yet those words filled him in ways he did not know he needed filling. "You are…breathtaking, Cassius."
"Cas," the prince whispered again.
"Merrick," Cassius tested the name on his tongue once more. "I would like to taste the brandy upon your lips. We can have tonight, can we not? Just tonight?" It was all they would ever be allowed to share. The prince would be forced to continue to court Lady Penelope or another woman, and Cassius would watch from afar and dream.
"If I cannot have more, then I will gladly take one night with you." Merrick clutched Cas's hand, twined their fingers together, and led him to the side of his bed. "May I undress you tonight?"
Shivers wracked Cassius's body. To hear the prince make a request such as that to him… "Yes, my prince. ~ Riley Hart

How people feel when they are returning home from an absence, long or short, I did not know: I had never experienced the sensation. I had known what it was to come back to Gateshead when a child after a long walk, to be scolded for looking cold or gloomy; and later, what it was to come back from church to Lowood, to long for a plenteous meal and a good fire, and to be unable to get either. Neither of these returnings was very pleasant or desirable: no magnet drew me to a given point, increasing in its strength of attraction the nearer I came. The return to Thornfield was yet to be tried. ~ Charlotte Bronte

If you did, it would be in such a grave, quiet manner, I should mistake it for sense. Do you never laugh, Miss Eyre? Don't trouble yourself to answer - I see you laugh rarely; but you can laugh very merrily: believe me, you are not naturally austere, any more than I am naturally vicious. The Lowood constraint still clings to you somewhat; controlling your features, muffling your voice, and restricting your limbs; and you fear in the presence of a man and a brother - or father, or master, or what you will - to smile too gaily, speak too freely, or move too quickly: but, in time, I think you will learn to be natural with me, as I find it impossible to be conventional with you; and then your looks and movements will have more vivacity and variety than they dare offer now. I see at intervals the glance of a curious sort of bird through the close-set bars of a cage: a vivid, restless, resolute captive is there; were it but free, it would soar cloud-high. You are still bent on going? ~ Charlotte Bronte

Heat stirred in Cassius's gut. His pulse beat hard and heavy like a fist punching against his skin. He knew he should look away but could not. He struggled to make sense of this moment, each moment from the very first when the prince asked Cas to meet him. It was as if he'd stepped inside a fairy tale, a story he would make up for Emily and Elizabeth, a make-believe land where he would have something in common with someone like Prince Merrick. Where someone like the prince would look upon him as an equal. That's what this was, he realized. In this piece of time, they were not prince and servant. They were two men who felt tied to their lives. At any moment, he expected to be roused by Valor and for all this to have been a dream, but Valor did not come, and Cassius didn't awaken ~ Riley Hart

Don't get too chummy with me, Cas. I'll eat you alive." - Swift
... "Was that a threat? God, you're the least intimidating pirate I've ever had the misfortune to meet." - Cas ~ Emily Skrutskie

My first job was singing on the Cas Walker radio show in Knoxville, Tennessee. I was about 10 years old, and I thought it was big time. ~ Dolly Parton

Well has Solomon said--'Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and hatred therewith.'
I would not now have exchanged Lowood with all its privations, for Gateshead and its daily luxuries." Chapter 8, pg. 65 ~ Charlotte Bronte

In the sixth row of the theater, in the third chair in, Anna winks at me. Or maybe she just blinks. I can't tell. She's missing half of her face. ~ Kendare Blake

She crossed over death to call me. I crossed through Hell to find her. ~ Kendare Blake

It's all right. Go ahead and admit you're in love with me, too. Let's get everything off our chests while we're at it."
I swatted at him but he dodged away. 'You're not making me feel better."
"Who said I was trying to make you feel better? Fact: Sam's got swagger. Fact: I'm straight. Fact: Even though I'm straight, I sorta love the dude. So I can't say I blame you."
-pg. 166 ~ Jennifer Rush