189 Quotes About Ya-fantasy

Sanna of the Forest," Luteis murmured. He nudged her gently with his snout. "My heart mourns for you.

Find one thing to do," she murmured, reciting the advice Mam had given her when she was a little girl, staring at the teacups, unsure where to start. "Then do it.

I think he wanted to kiss me.""What does that mean?""I don't know.""Is it a form of attack?""Uh… not really, I guess. Most witches probably like it."What is done during this… kiss?This time, Sanna's cheeks flared she turned away grateful that shadows had fallen. “You touch with your lips.”He snorted. "I cannot see the purpose.""Me either.

She's coming,” Isadora whispered.Maximilion's nostrils flared. "Then let her come.

When winter lasted as long as it did in Mylena - forever - snow had stopped looking pretty years ago.

Truth that came too late was as useful as a meal to a dead man.

If she could explore and heal his injuries with her fingers, it would be another type of magic, her skin making contact with his. Putting her mind to it, Love would become familiar with his body. She would know him from top to bottom, from beginning to end. Touching this boy would be the death, and life, of her.

She watches him for hours. She wants to be the sheets that cover his toes. She wants to be the ceiling separating him from the sky: above him, the first thing he sees before and after dreams. She wants to be the open window letting in the light for him.

He holds out a trembling hand and traces the shape of her arm, descending to her elbow. “You’re like mist,” he says. “You really don’t feel this?”Love shakes her head. “No.”But that’s not entirely true, because this illusion of a touch has turned her into a current, this human has reached down to her bones.Then his fingers curl right through her hip, and he lowers his voice. “How ’bout that?