106 Quotes by C.L. Wilson

He looked exactly like what he was: a rich and valorous Sealord of Calberna, strong, battle-tested. Confident in all things and easy on the eye. A man even a wealthy, beautiful, magically gifted princess would be pleased to call her own.

Call him. Claim him. Speak his Name. Make him thine before all others.

Two lovers, two hearts, one soul.Only joined can they be truly complete.Only joined can they survive the darkness.

The Fey did nothing in half measures. That intensity of emotion was part of their appeal. It made them the fiercest warriors, the staunchest allies, the most passionate lovers. The most devoted mates.

Death offers us hope, at least. Not for this life, but for another.

Rain flung his head skyward and loosed a mighty roar of primal triumph.Death to those who endangered the Fey! Death to those who injured his friends, his brothers! He was Rainier-Eras, Feyreisen, and he was winged vengeance.

And though I will never forgive myself for what I did, every day when the doubts creep in, I remind myself that the gods made me for their own purpose. That no matter how seemingly dark and terrible that purpose was, they trusted me to fulfill it. And I remind myself every day, that somehow, I must have proven myself worthy in their eyes because they sent me you, my soul's mate and the beacon that drew me back from Shadow.

Your father thought he scored a victory over me when he tricked me into marrying you instead of one of your sisters, but he unwittingly gave me the one daughter I wanted most.

What had come over her? He'd touched her, and it was like electric flame -- like the lightning she could summon -- shooting sparks through her veins. She'd all but melted, boneless, at his feet. He was the Winter King, her enemy, a man feared for his killing coldness, yet when he'd touched her, she had not frozen. She'd burned.