20 Quotes by Sarah Blakley-Cartwright

He had held out shakily, like a tree that had been hacked down to its breaking point. But that kiss was the last swing, the final impact, and he gave in finally, felled.

His leaving had been like snipping off the end of a rope - leaving two unraveling strands.

The wolf lives right here. In this village". He looked at the villages. "Among you. It is one of you.

Peter..."He straightened, his back to her like a wall. Then, slowly, he turned his face toward her and met her eyes. His gaze sliced through her like a knife.Before she could stop herself, she asked, "Do you remember—"He took a step toward her. She felt the hear flare up between them."How could I forget?

The wedding doesn't feel like mine. It feels like I'm being sold.

She didn't want to be considered a woman yet, wasn't ready to be the recipient of jewelry from men.

Maybe Father Auguste is right," Henry started thoughtfully, rising from a bench. "Maybe we should wait."From the back of the tavern, Peter stifled a burst of laughter. Henry gripped the edge of the table.Adrian turned to Henry with a withering glare."Maybe, my son," Adrian said quietly, "you should find your courage."Henry took a labored breath."You want to hunt the Wolf?" He narrowed his eyes, spurned. "All right, then. Let's hunt it.

You've been betrothed."Her hand dropped from the unruly seam at her shoulder. She stared straight ahead at his sun-touched skin."To...Henry Lazar." It wasn't easy for him to say the name.Valerie felt something fall to the floor of her stomach like a wet rag."No," she said, not wanting to believe him. "No, no," she told his chest.Peter stood mute, wishing he could tell her what she wanted to hear."It's not possible," she said."It is. I'm telling you, it's done.

How strange it is to have a sister, Valerie thought. Someone you might have been.