Melissa Marr (born July 25, 1972) is an American author of young adult/urban fantasy novels.
If you were my queen, truly my queen, our court would be stronger still. If you were mine , without mortal distractions, we'd be safer. We'd be stronger if we were truly together. Summer is a time to rejoice in pleasures and heat. When I'm around you, I want to forget everything else. I love Donia. I always will, but when I'm near you--" He stopped himself.
Not 'Don' in that I-m-sorry-and-now-you'll-forgive-me-like-you-always-do-way. Not this time, Keenan. " (Donya)
The reality was that while they might have eternity, there was violence on the horizon. And in the present. She wasn't intending on ignoring it. She couldn't. But she wasn't going to ignore them either. Just kiss me, ---. ” A look of hesitation crossed his face, but he didn't push her away. He swept her legs from under her and lifted her into his arms. " -Darkest Mercy (p 28)
But you didn't need me, did you? You'd already got yourself to safety. " "Sometimes, I sleep better knowing you. . . and Niall. . . " She faltered. "Love you from a safe distance," he finished. "Yes.
A clear division between good and evil, right and wrong, would simplify everything, but life was rarely simple.
He leaned back for a moment to tug her shirt down her arms, with the same wicked, lovley smile that had first stolen her breath years ago.
But I want to be near you always," he reminded her. "But you'll lose everyone else, and. . . " "I want forever with you. " Seth lifted her chin so he was able to look directly into her eyes. "The rest will fall into place if I can be with you.
She stepped closer to one of the statues. It looked wide-eyed, almost afraid as she reached out her hand. One of the women reached out and snatched Aislinn's still uplifted hand. "No. " The women spoke all at once, not to her or to Keenan, but softly-as if to themselves-in a sibilant whisper. "He's ours. Fair exchange. Not yours to interfere.
He'd given her his vow: to take care of her, to keep her from hurt or pain, from wanting for anything. Her leaving didn't negate his promises; they weren't conditional.
That's what the court needs-a happy king, a king who can't stop dreaming of being lost in someone who wants to be just as lost. Tell me you'll let me get lost in you.
What does it mean when nightmares dream of peace? When shadows wish for light?
Some things are more important than safety.
Can I join you at lunch?" She paused. "You have every other day. " He laughed, a sound as musical as the chiming song of the lupine fey when they ran. "Yes. But you resented it every other day. " "What makes you think I won't resent it today?" "Hope. It's what I live on.
And he was gone before she could think clearly enough to explain that her yes was a Yes, I'll marry you.
She stood in his kitchen, watching him toy with the ring in his lip. It wasn't quite that he was biting it, but sucking it into his mouth. He did that when he was concentrating. It isn't sexy. He's not sexy. But he was, and she was staring at him like a fool. "wow" she whispered (. . . . . )"Wow, huh?" His voice was low, husky. His chair creaked as he stood. His footsteps seemed strangely loud as he closed the couple yards between them. Then he was beside her. "I can work with wow
His blue-black hair fell over his face when he moved, like tiny arrows pointing to pronounced cheeckbones. "Starting to think you were going to bail on me. " "Didn't know you were expecting me," she said in what she hoped was a casual voice. He gets sexier every day. "Not Expecting, but hoping. Always hoping
You. I've spent my life waiting for you. ' -Keenan
He tipped her head up. "Don't give up. Don't leave me before you're even here.