135 Quotes About Trilogy

Everything seemed so unreal—so supernatural—and I had to remind myself that is was. We weren’t human. We never were. (Jessica)

Fate was a reality, but it wasn’t a beautiful or angelic thing. It was a heart-wrenching nightmare. And we’d fallen blindly into it. We had no escape. It was happening, and it was up to me to guarantee our survival of it. (Eric)

I wanted to protect her, and, if I couldn’t do that, I’d at least be there for her. (Eric)

An agonising scream rose silently from his lips as he was encased in a fog of his own air bubbles. Whatever had got him was dragging him deeper into his lair.

If ever there were three mismatched riders, it was us- the crown prince of Dalbreck, the Assassin of Venda, and the fugitive princess of Morrighan. Sons and daughter of three kingdoms, each bent on domination of the other two.

The tears were there, waiting to make their escape. But she wouldn’t let them. Not this time. She couldn’t. Because if there was one thing she had to do now, it was be strong and brave. She just had to be strong and brave for one week. That was no time at all. And when the week was over and Milo had found his true mate, she would disappear.

He’s lying to me, Bree thought. I don’t know how I know, but I do. And really, wasn’t it better if she didn’t know for sure? Bree moved closer to him and pressed her mouth to his, inhaling the strong, musky scent that seemed to be his alone. Like a mix of spiced wine, dark chocolate and warm leather. Bree eased her tongue in and ran it across his teeth as his fingers moved up her spine to cup her head and bring her closer.

Contemplé su voluptuoso cuerpo. Llevaba un vestido ajustadísimo de manga larga de color gris. Le perfilaba todas las curvas de su cuerpo. Siempre pensaba que tendría algún accidente con la moto en alguna curva de mala muerte, pero en ese momento deseaba estamparme contra todas las suyas…

—¿En qué piensas? Estás muy callado —me dijo. —En ti. —¿Y qué piensas de mí? —Que eres la mujer más preciosa que yo haya podido ver. Pensaba en las ganas que tengo de ver el mar, pero el mar que quiero ver está ante mis ojos.