540 Quotes by Kiersten White

What about the queen?" Sir Tristan asked, challenge in his voice as he used her as a reason not to follow Arthur's plan."The queen," Guinevere said, pulling up her hood, "is ready to ride at the king's side, wherever that takes her.

I have to keep you safe," he whispered, Arthur once again.

A man dove in front of her, tackling the wolf and rolling with it. Sir Tristan. The wolf clamped down on his forearm, breaking through the leather. Sir Tristan shouted with as much fury as the wolf's growls. He threw it free. Then he ran to Guinevere, picked her up, and tossed her into Arthur's waiting arms.

Ready to burst, she spoke first. "You cannot be angry with me for saving him."Arthur sighed. "I can, and I am. And I am not. I am glad Sir Tristan is alive. He is very precious to me. But I cannot risk you.

Every day is filled with lying about my very self. When I am with you, I do not have to."Arthur's motions paused, then became softer as he massaged down each of her dedicate fingers. "Keeping secrets is like a thorn beneath the skin. You can get used to it, but it is always there, festering.

Oh, I wanted to strangle him tonight.""Was he difficult during the discussions?""No, I mean when he would not stop staring at you.

The Lady of the Lake..." His voice went distant, and a spike of jealousy pierced Guinevere. Because here, finally, she saw what Arthur looked like when he longed for something.

Arthur was carved from the same stuff as Camelot - regal and majestic. But Mordred belonged out here, with her.

My dancing heart has danced itself apart and I was wrong, of course I was wrong, I am always wrong, everything is always wrong.