148 Quotes by Margaret Rogerson

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    What a pretty bird you are," I crooned.His struggling slowed, then stilled. I felt him cock his head. "What a lovely bird," I repeated in a syrupy voice. "Yes, you're the loveliest bird." I stroked his back. He made a pleased muttering sound in his breast. Soon his smug silence indicated that he was quite content to remain as he was, so long as I continued my praise.

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    Rook's heart beat against my fingertips through his soft feathers, and my eyes sank closed as I murmured drowsy endearments to the spoiled prince nestled against my stomach, warm within a nest of blankets.

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    This was not like drawing a sword. It was like commanding an army. Becoming a god.

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    Our worlds are small, our lives are short, and we can only bleed a little before we fall.

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    She had never known that hope could hurt so badly, like blood rushing back to a deadened limb.

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    I enlisted Rook’s help in wedging myself up into the corner of the settee, because I wasn’t sure I could sit upright on my own, and determinedly pretended I didn’t have a bright red face and a snotty nose.

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    Some days, the memories hung over her like a weight. Each was light enough to bear on its own, but combined, they could make it difficult to even walk up the stairs. And yet, she wouldn’t trade them away for anything. Their existence made this house, this life, a place she had fought for and won. A place where she belonged.

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