Top 63 C.L. Wilson Quotes
#1. Arrogance is no substitute for experience,Fey.
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#2. The gods listen, Rain. Put a thought out there often enough, and they'll think it's what you want.
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#3. Bel jumped to his feet, rubbing his wrists where the shel'dor piercings had chafed. "All right, kem'jetos. First we save Rain and Ellysetta, then we kick some Elden ass.
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#4. I want. I need. I ache. I burn. Burn with me. Ellysetta to Rain in Lord of the Fading Lands.
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#5. Come to think of it, Your Majesty, I believe I must still be growing. Either that, or you are shrinking.
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#6. She didn't know, but she couldn't shake the fear that the real danger was only just beginning and that things were about to get much, much worse.
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#7. Wanting love is not selfish, Rain. We're all born missing the connections that make us complete.
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#9. Two lovers, two hearts, one soul.
Only joined can they be truly complete.
Only joined can they survive the darkness.
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#10. That was the strength of Ellysetta's weave. Bright, unyielding,indefatigable love. Love that did not know surrender. Love that did not understand limitations or even basic self-preservation. Love that would batter itself to death before giving in to defeat.
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#11. If honor were reserved only for those who never err, none of us would be worthy, Rain answered.
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#12. I am not a good man, shei'tani," he corrected. "I never have been. But for you I will strive to be better.
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#13. A woman did not feel jealousy if her emotions were not engaged. And a wise man did not let it fester.
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#14. Not all battles can be won. Not all lives can be saved. And no matter how we wish it, not all songs end in joy.
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#15. What's this?" Primage Dur squinted at the glow of magic in the forest before them. Twelve shining warriors in red leather stood interspaced between a line of gnarled trees, blocking the advance of the Eld. "Who are they?"
"Dalh'reisen," Azurel hissed.
"Are they ... singing?
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#16. I am the steel no enemy can shatter'
I am the magic no dark power can defeat.
I am the rock upon which evil breaks like waves.
I am Fey,warrior of honor, champion of Light.'
the warrior's creed
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#17. All great gifts come with a great price, Bel murmured.
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#18. There's not a Fey warrior born who does not dream of finding his truemate, so at night, after my parents went to bed, I would sneak out of the shellaba and lie beneath the stars and ask the gods if they could somehow find a way to give a tairen a truemate.
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#19. Do you love me, Rain?"
"More than I knew it was possible to love. All the stars will fall from the heavens before I ever stop.
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#20. Shei'tani ... wilt thou swim with thy beloved in a river of dreams?
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#21. You are a force rarely born to a world, something we Elves call leinah thaniel, the Song that sings all Songs, the Mirror that shows all Mirrors, the Change that changes everything.
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#22. Death offers us hope, at least. Not for this life, but for another.
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#23. I don't want you to go." She reached up to touch his face and pull him down to her. "I want this, Rain. I want you.
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#24. Battered and bruised but still fighting for dominance his was not the selfish petty pride that made bullies of lesser men but rather the quiet
determined dignity that turned men into heroes and made heroes crawl back to their feet from the bitter dust of defeat and stand tall once more.
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#25. Behind your enemy's smile lies treachery. Show him that behind yours lies steel. Fail to do so, and you only make him bolder.
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#27. Well," she said again, turning to him and tipping back her head to meet his gaze. "As the begetting of an heir holds such dire import, I suggest we get to it.
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#28. I live
I fight
I bleed
I die
For love.
I am Fey"
~I am Fey, a warrior's poem by Evanaris vel Bahr
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#29. His hand trailed down the side of her face, brushing back spiraling tendrils of hair. Come, shei'tani, dance the skiles with your mate.
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#30. Would you like to know what it is like to mate with this Fey?
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#31. The Fey did nothing in half measures. That intensity of emotion was part of their appeal. It made them the fiercest warriors, the staunchest allies, the most passionate lovers. The most devoted mates.
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#33. Your father thought he scored a victory over me when he tricked me into marrying you instead of one of your sisters, but he unwittingly gave me the one daughter I wanted most.
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#34. Every Fey warrior and shei'dalin born in the Fading Lands learns very early in life that, like it or not - fair or not - there will be many days when they must decide between a bad choice and a worse one. Today is such a day.
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#35. Ver reisa ku'chae. Kem surah, shei'tani. (Your soul calls out. Mine answers, beloved.)
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#36. I love you... I want you... I need you. The words chanted in her head with the beat of her pulse, repeating over and over. His voice - or was it hers? - grew more insistent with each utterance. Come to me. Give yourself to me.
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#37. She felt him bow his head to rest his jaw on her hair, the touch feather light. Tears beaded in her lashes
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#39. He raised her hand to his lips and kissed it, a tender gesture that made her heart melt. Come. Let us dance the skies together.
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#40. If I get in the water in this outfit, the cloth will turn completely transparent."
"I know, and I'm looking forward to it more than you can imagine.
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#41. To a man standing on the eve of battle, even false hope is better than none.
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#42. There are no fates I cannot change, but this fate is one I cannot change without you. You are my strength, Rain. You are the courage I've always lacked."
He gave a choked laugh, and tears glittered in his eyes. "If I am your courage, then why does this idea of yours leave me so frightened?
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#44. But the Dark cannot claim what Light does not surrender.
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#45. One of the signs (you) displayed (said): QUESTION AUTHORITY. Comments or slogans of this nature cannot and will not be condoned.
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#46. Incredible, searing, glorious heat consumed her. Coherent thought eluded her. She could not think. She could not speak. With a helpless gasp of pleasure, she surrendered. Her arms twined around his neck, clutching him to her.
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#47. He held up his index finger. "Rule one: in any dispute between mates, the
male is always to blame, even when he is clearly blameless. Rule two" - his middle finger joined the
first - "whenever in doubt, refer to rule one.
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#48. The last time I saw him, he was hustling his wife away from the table, and she was shedding clothes as she went. Ah, gods." He rubbed his face. "I pray they made it to their rooms before ...
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#49. Well, I guess you can really gut a man with your little finger."
He flashed her a look so flat and cold and full of death, she knew he'd earned every awe and terrified word ever spoken about him.
"That is the least of what I can do." (Shannisorran v'EnCelay aka Lord Death)
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#50. Displease the Winter King and we'll none of us see another spring.
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#51. Well, princess," Wynter murmured, "let's see what you're made of.
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#52. When he caught his breath, he regarded her with glowing, half-closed eyes. If I'm very, very good, shei'tani, will you do that again when we're alone?
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#53. Oh, Ellie, you look beautiful. Like a Fey-tale princess.
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#54. She had prayed for someone else, anyone else but Den. She'd been hoping for a nice, quiet man like Papa. Instead, the gods had sent her the man who'd scorched the world.
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#55. Ku'shalah aiyah to nei."- Bid me yes or no.
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#56. Hope was a fragile flicker that he wanted to cup with both hands to protect against the harsh winds of reality.
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#57. Mama always used to say it's better to choke on a bitter truth than savor a honeycake lie.
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#58. Pain is life. Pain is life. Pain is life.
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#59. He sat beside her. "What sort of things did you dream of?"
"Oh, what most young girls do, I imagine. Fey tales. True love." She gave a small, self-conscious laugh. "You.
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#60. Ellysetta Baristani." Belliard's voice caused her to stop and turn back around. "Even should you clothe yourself in rags and dirt, you would bring honor to the Fey.
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#61. You were chastising me. You may continue.
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#62. If you wish to serve me, as you have bloodsworn yourself to do, you must do so with honor. And that does not include introducing yourself by name to people like my mother in order to terrify them into submission."
"Kem'falla - " Gaelen protested.
"Don't bother to deny it," she snapped.
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#63. Rain flung his head skyward and loosed a mighty roar of primal triumph.
Death to those who endangered the Fey!
Death to those who injured his friends, his brothers!
He was Rainier-Eras, Feyreisen, and he was winged vengeance.
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