66 Quotes About Penryn

There’s a softness to Raffe’s look that I’ve never seen before. It’s not that I see naked longing or tender love or anything like that. And if I did, it would just be in my messed-up fantasies.Not that I fantasize about him.

We must be quite the sight. Raffe in his red mask with his demon wings spread out in all their scythe-edged glory. A scrawny teenage Daughter of Man brandishing an archangel sword. And a little girl stitched-up to look and behave like a nightmare who is clutching a pair of angel wings.

If I were human, I’d plow the nicest farm for you.’ He sounds completely sincere. ‘Better than anyone else’s. It would have golden pineapples, the juiciest grapes, and the most flavorful radishes in the entire world.’ I just stare at him, trying to figure out if he’s joking. I think he’s serious. ‘You haven’t been to a lot of farms, have you, Raffe? Most of us aren’t farmers anymore anyway.’ ‘That wouldn’t diminish my little human commitment to you.

Don't you know a heartfelt declaration of love when you hear one?

Raffe throws me a dirty look. He bends over and swipes his arm behind my knees, lifting me up in his embrace.‘I can go with one of the locusts.’ I stiffen in his arms and try to lean as far away from him as I can.‘The hell you will.’ He runs a couple of steps before spreading his wings.

Of course you’re fine.” She keeps walking. “You’re the devil’s bride and these are his creatures.”I slip the blade into the scabbard and put the bear back on top. “I’m not the devil’s bride.”“He carried you out of the fire and is letting you visit us from the dead. Who else would have those privileges except his bride?”She sees me once in a guy’s arms and she has us married already. I wonder what Raffe would think of my mom being his mother-in-law.

I just got tired of the wetness sticking to me, that’s all. I think I was pretty safe from the threat of your joke being funny.

The ocean wind blows against me, making me shiver like a frail petal in a storm.

A warm arm enfolds me like a shield around my shoulder and turns me toward the side of the stage. “Stay with me,” says a familiar masculine whisper from above my head. Even over the yelling of the mob and the roaring of the waves, something unfurls in my chest at the sound of that voice.