120 Quotes by Madison Thorne Grey

It was the simplest of acts, the smallest of gestures, yet no one had taken the time to do something kind for her in a very long time. No one had made her feel special. Unbeknownst to her, a single, unfamiliar tear fell down her cheek as her worn and wounded body fell into a deep, safe slumber.

You have family, only a brother you clearly don't like to speak about. Fine. That's all right." She ran her fingers through her hair. "But don't ever say dreams are a waste. It's a miracle I can still speak of dreams and futures after all I've been through. There's love in this world, Thristan, love that can encompass the heart abiding in humans' mortal, fragile bodies. And there are stupid little humans like me, dreamers, who believe one day they'll find it.

If nothing else had made sense in all of his existence, Kathel was sure about the love stirring inside his heart for his Destoul. He knew he had been created to love her, bind with her, and keep her by his side forever."-Madison Thorne Grey, Sustenance

I am a gypsy, Mahgen. What that means is that sometimes I do shit. On purpose. Shit, that pisses people off. And I like it. A lot."-Madison Thorne Grey, Sustenance

Kathel opened his eyes as the wood he was touching went up in flames. He then realized he was still holding Mahgen's hand. He released it immediately, completely thrown by the fact that he had no brain."-Madison Thorne Grey, Sustenance

There, alone among the trees with the sound of the stream moving, Keirah and Kathel felt the heat of desire flicker between them. The warmth of the moment shared caused them both to still their thoughts and momentarily forget their speech.

Such anger. Do you want to talk about it?" Vincent called out. When there was no reply, Vincent picked up the whistling where he'd left off, smiling at the success of wreaking havoc on Darius. Vincent didn't hate Darius, or any other Gwarda for that matter, he simply got pleasure from messing with the race.

So, Gwarda...," she said with a sigh. "It's been a long day. You know my real name. Want to explain how that is?"Breccan took a wider stance and crossed his massive arms over his chest. "Take off your hood.

Your life, your breath, do they diligently seek,Beyond the ridge to Willows Peak.Go tortured soul! Go the weak!Fall into their arms which eagerly reach,Your spirit will they shackle and keep,buried in the darkness of Willows Peak.""Not the happiest poem in the world," Breccan remarked.