190 Quotes by G.A. Aiken

There was even a story passed among the queen’s court that when freshly hatched, Rhiannon bit her mother on the neck when she tried to cuddle her new daughter. But Rhiannon didn’t believe that for one second. True, she believed she bit her mother, but she didn’t believe her mother had tried to cuddle her.

For it was intelligence that was the thin line between endearing rapscallion and idiot bastard. - Éibhear the Contemptible

She’d left him.Without a word. Without a thought. She’d left him and now he hadfeelings.For that alone, he’d never forgive her.

The men watched as Annwyl the Bloody took a stand against something from their darkest nightmares. Too afraid to fight, but too terrified for their leader to run away.And then Brastias saw the girl do something he would never forget.She kicked the beast. Right in the knee.Brastias and Danelin exchanged glances.“Well, you always thought she was insane,” Brastias offered.“I didn’t think I was right.”“You lying toe-rag!” she yelled up at him.“Let me explain.”“Go to hell!”“Annwyl.”“No!

Can’t you see the danger all around you?”Daniel the shoemaker walked up to them and abruptly put a baby lamb in Keeley’s arms. “For your mum. Tell her I’ll get her the baby goat in another week or two.”They stared at the lamb bleating in Keeley’s arms as Daniel returned to his shop.“Yes, Sister, the danger is everywhere.

You called demons to help you. That doesn’t bother you? That they’re evil?”“Evil? What makes you think they’re evil?” Keeley asked, truly confused.She pointed her sword. “Flames. They all have flames instead of eyes! That doesn’t bother you?”“As long as I don’t put my hands right on their faces, I—”“That’s not what I mean!

Stop talking to me,” he ordered as he walked away. “And stop staring at my ass.”“Just wondering how it looks with four legs.”He stopped. Faced her. “What?”“You know,” she admitted, “that sounded less . . . strange, in my head.”“Did it? Really?

A bored Gwenvael is an entire towndestroyed accidently.

Ren asked, “Is it my imagination, little one, or is your family very ‘kill everything first, ask questions later and if we’re in the mood’ types?”“Some might suggest that…you know, if their victims could speak with their heads lopped off and all.