265 Quotes by Melanie Dickerson

No, even if we didn’t love you, we would still think you were beautiful.

She closed her eyes for a moment, remembering how it had felt to see Sir Gerek appear, reaching down and pulling her up. She sighed deeply. His arms were so strong and comforting around her, holding her tight against his broad chest. She drew in a hiccupped breath, a cross between a laugh and a sob.

Her arms were pressed against his chest, and he wished she would put her head against him, so much his chest ached.

Is that your scarf the duke’s son is wearing?” Cristyne stared at Gisela with wide eyes. Gisela forced herself to breathe. “It is.” Cristyne said her name in a slow, awed whisper. “Gisela.

Avelina raised her hand to her face, the one Lord Thornbeck had squeezed a moment ago, and was overcome by his familiar scent – the smell of evergreen trees and mint leaves the servants put in his laundry. Warmth washed over her as she remembered how he had held her tight, much tighter than necessary, sitting on the balcony floor. Surely.

Gisela looked more frightened now than she had before-frightened for him rather than for herself if he read the expression correctly. He looked her in the eye. I won’t let you down. I will save you.

She relaxed against him, her head tucked against his neck. He closed his eyes to better memorize the way she felt in his arms, since he must never hold her like this again.

Gisela. She was beautiful and easy to talk to. And unlike Rainhilda, she didn’t prattle on and on about things Valten didn’t care or know anything about. She talked about horses-a subject he was quite comfortable with. And he always thought a love of horses was sign of gentleness and good character.

You make me feel so safe.” She brought her knees up and tucked her head beneath his chin, curling up like a kitten on his chest. If he died now, he would die happy. His chest expanded and his whole body felt alive with pleasant sensations. He could be content to stay here, without moving, forever.