Top 54 Grace Draven Quotes
#1. She made him strong; she made him weak, and in that moment, she nearly put him on his knees.
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#2. I can't accept this, my lord. Its too fine a gift, and I am no queen."
Ballard gently pushed it back to her. "You are, Louvaen. You're simply uncrowned.
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#3. Had you crawled out from under my bed when I was a child, I would have bludgeoned you to death with my father's mace." Brishen
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#4. Transfixed beneath the rays of a jaundiced star, he huddled against the crumbling parapet, fighting an evil the priests assumed long vanquished.
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#5. Ildiko had been tempted more than a few times to cross her eyes and watch their reaction.
"Don't even think about it, wife. You'll notice half of them are sharpening or cleaning their weapons. All I need is for someone to inadvertently slice themselves open because you startled them.
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#6. You have done an unwise thing, Martise of Asher," he said softly. "You've caught my interest.
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#7. Privilege," she said gently, "gives the crown its shine. Duty gives it its weight.
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#9. I'd challenge gods and queens to make you mine, Ballard. Conquer a kingdom or two if necessary.
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#10. A man with clear sight into his own soul will always make a wise decision.
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#11. I'm not desperate for a child, Ildiko. I'm desperate for my wife. That's it. No matter what you believe, you aren't lesser. Not to me. You are all.
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#12. He didn't think it possible to sign sewage-sucking-excuse-of-a-baseborn-bilge-rat but somehow Gurn managed.
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#13. An excellent choice to pair the scarpatine with the potato, Your Highness. They are better together than apart.
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#14. Don't sing." He pointed a finger at her for emphasis. "You've scared my dog, my birds and my servant with your yowling." He paused. "You've even managed to scare me.
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#15. His warning amused her and revealed a hint of his unease in the upcoming meeting. How interesting that a man didn't always admire his own traits in another.
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#16. She reached into a pocket of her tunic and brought out a small decorative box. She placed it on the table and slid it toward him. He squelched the urge to push it back. "I came to bring you this. It's yours."
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#17. I leave my heart and my kingdom in your capable hands, wife
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#18. This should never have happened, Brishen. We were unimportant, you and I. We weren't supposed to mean anything to anyone."
"Woman of day," he said slowly. "You mean everything to me.
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#19. There's more."
"Of course there is," Brishen said flatly. It had started badly; it turned worse and hinted at becoming ruinous.
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#20. Hello, pretty hag," he said.
"Wolf," she teased. "You look good enough to eat."
One of his eyebrows rose. "Why is it when I tell you that, you look ready to bolt for the door?"
She braced her hands on her hips. "I do not," she said, indignant. "At least not anymore.
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#21. I don't need you on your back for anything Martise, unless you want to go star-gazing with me.
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#22. On a snowy winter morning, Martise of Neith - once of Asher - opened a gate and awakened darkness.
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#24. While he disliked the idea of scaring her, ignorance had killed more than its fair share of people, and he wanted her aware of the danger.
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#25. I'll sleep long and hard when I'm dead. You defy death by celebrating life." It
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#26. I've always been under the assumption that death is a one-time, encompassing event."
"Why would you ever think that?
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#27. He snagged two more pieces of wood from her load for good measure. "Martise, bearing children is woman's work. Gurn and I would be sitting in the dark every night if we waited for some wandering female to pick up sticks for us.
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#28. Such words only hurt when the person saying them means something to you.
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#29. Martise blushed and lowered her eyes. "I meant no offense."
"Ah, another way to apologize. You have an impressive arsenal of conciliatory statements. I've known slaves less contrite than you.
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#30. A damsel in complete distress was a burden to her protectors; one familiar with self defence, not as much.
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#31. What kind of piss is this?" he said when he caught a breath.
Louvaen frowned. "Probably something he made with the venom and scales of the worlds most evil viper."
"Oh, you have a twin?
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#32. He pushed back his hood so she might see him as clearly as he saw her. "Wife of my soul," he said softly. She closed her eyes and sagged in his arms. "Oh gods, Ballard. I don't want to go.
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#33. Fear can be a good thing. It keeps you sharp and alert. It isn't a weakness when it benefits you.
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#34. I'm certain I taste like a boiled potato," she declared. He
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#35. I'm serious, Brishen. Promise me you'll not get yourself killed or maimed out there."
"I can't make that promise, Ildiko, but I can swear to do my best to come back with all arms and legs attached."
She frowned. "Your head too, if you please."
Brishen laughed then. "My head too.
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#36. She was as different from her dazzling sister as night was to day. Ballard found it difficult to look at the younger girl for more than a moment at a time. Beauty such as hers blinded him, like looking directly at the sun. Louvaen though--he could happily drown in the dark Louvaen.
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#37. Come in, Martise." Silhara's voice was almost sibilant in the darkness as he tagged on her hand. "There are no soul eaters here."
No, she thought. Only heart thieves.
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#38. You make a very handsome dead eel, my husband,"
"For a boiled mollusk, you wear black quite well, my wife,
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#39. They laughed together then until the woman's features turned somber. "Thank you for not lying about what you thought of my appearance. You might have a face to turn my hair white, but your honesty is handsome.
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#40. He burned as if with fever, and she burned for him.
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#41. Gained a little wisdom, did you?" "Age and experience do that for a person." "True. There should be some reward for creaking bones and gray hair." He
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#42. I would have been content to live my life as just Brishen," he whispered into her hair. "Who was loved by Ildiko.
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#43. The art of negotiation favored not the one with the better odds but the one who could convince his opponents that his were the best odds.
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#44. Martise, lower your knife. There are more than a few people eager to carve out my heart. You'll have to take your place in line.
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#45. He loved her to the point of madness, to obsession and even sacrifice. He wasn't Berdikhan, and he wouldn't make her Zafira. He'd rob her of her Gift, but she'd live. If he had to destroy Corruption, Conclave and himself, she'd live.
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#46. You've flowers in you hair," she said. Tender amusement, instead of distaste, threaded her voice.
"That's because they're growing out of my head.
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#47. Sleep here each day, Ildiko." A sweet warmth suffused her. She entangled her legs with his and hugged his arm to her waist. "As you wish. Just don't steal the blankets.
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#48. My dear, treacherous mother," he breathed. "What have you done?
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#49. Did I please you?"
Silhara raised his head slowly to stare at her. High color flagged his cheekbones. His pupils swallowed the lighter black of his eyes. "Please me? You've vanquished me.
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#50. A kiss before I go, dragonslayer." He leaned in to capture her lips with his.
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#51. He allowed himself a small chuckle then. "I will conquer kingdoms for you if you but ask it of me, Ildiko.
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#52. A companion," he whispered against her mouth. "A lover." He nibbled at her bottom lip, and his hand slid from her nape to cup the back of her head. "A beloved wife.
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#53. Raised in a brothel, I'd think such a sight common for you." He approached her slowly, his gaze caressing her as he drew close. "True." He drew a delicate pattern over her bare breasts and midriff. "But you aren't common, even if you do only have two breasts.
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#54. How interesting that a man didn't always admire his own traits in another. The
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