Kerrigan Byrne Quotes

#1. I vow on this holy ground that when this is all over, I'm going to bend you over the first available surface and fuck you sideways. Got it?

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#2. Sometimes I feel that I could stand in the middle of the square and scream and thrash about like a wildling, and no one would notice.

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#3. It surprised him how badly he didn't want anyone else in Hero's room. Even her family. She'd clung to him so ferociously, and he wasn't ready to give that up. So - this was new and dangerous emotional territory.

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#4. Blackwell had become that jaguar she'd evoked the first time she'd laid eyes on him. His shoulders rolled and bunched just so he settled in for a feast.

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#5. It astounded Farah that Frankenstein-er, Frank Walters couldn't remember his given Christian name, but could recall the recipe for Indian curry with the endless measurements of exotic spices.

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#6. Of course it's all-consuming, but love- real love- doesn't destroy or smother. It's the very opposite of a weakness. Love strengthens. It liberates. It molds itself to every fiber of your being and fortifies you where where you may be broken.

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#7. Nothing else need be said between them. No words or platitudes uttered. No fears or sins confessed. He saw absolution in her eyes. Understanding. Acceptance.
And still he gave her a moment. A warning. A chance to escape.
Because once he got his hands on her, there would be no stopping him.

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#8. She merely pushed at his chest in utter frustration. He took a step back, just so she'd feel like she'd gained some ground. Now if that wasn't love, he'd cut out his own tongue.

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#9. Dougan would rather have submitted to his thousand tortures than to have you submit to one. He wouldn't have survived your suffering. He loves you that much.

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#10. She's efficient and well liked, but keeps to herself. Quiet. Which is a rare and commendable female trait, in my experience. She works harder than the other two clerks, but gets paid less.

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#11. Mena knew men like the Laird of Ravencroft Keep rarely existed, and when they did, history made gods of them.
Or demons.

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#12. Love is quite like reading, I expect. Once you know how, you can't ever imagine not doing it.

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#13. He clutched her to him with a desperate strength that almost hurt. "I will love you for your light, if you can love me through the dark times. And that love will be like the clear night sky when the moon is full. Not like the sun....but beautiful and bright enough to find our way.

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#14. It is an easy thing to commit a sin and say that 'the devil made me do it,' and then cast that sin on him. But this life has taught me that we make ourselves into the monsters that we are. That the blood we spill is on our own hands.

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#15. She tilted unsteadily forward, like a siren beckoning him to his destruction. He had about as much power against her.
In that moment, they both knew it.

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#16. Dougan had almost completely forgotten about the food, for his entire body was suffused with the most intense and exquisite sensation he'd ever known. It was something like hunger, and something like fulfillment. It was wonder and awe and yearning and fear encapsulated in a tender bliss.

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#17. Well, if he was already damned, he might as well follow his wicked impulses all the way to hell.
At least he'd get to taste her again.

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#18. The last thing he heard was the sound of his Fairy, his wife, screaming his name. His last thought was he had failed her. He had lost her forever.

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#19. It was written in those stars that we meet." His voice gathered a tender fervency that unstitched something from inside Mena's soul. "We are bound in some inescapable way, thee and me. I've known it since I first laid eyes on ye in that dress.

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#20. Disembodied limbs

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#21. The rough pad of his thumb dragged across the split on her lip as light as a whisper. She felt his caress in her bones.
And elsewhere.

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#22. To distract himself from the pain, he focused his blurring vision on the droplets of moisture collecting like diamonds in her abundant curls. Instead of making her hair heavy and straight, the rain seemed to coil the ringlets tighter and anoint the silvery strands with a darker gloss of spun gold.

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#23. Secrets were always covered up and, once revealed, could never again find the darkness.

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