“...You have a problem, de Winter?" The words left her mouth before her brain filtered them. "Yes, it’s blond, green-eyed, and thinks it’s a god.”
―
Alex Lidell,
The Cadet of Tildor
“As for changing the world, that begins with deciding you can.” ― Alex Lidell, The Cadet of Tildor
“So the problem with quints is that they are bloody powerful things, and the sudden influx of magic unfortunately doesn’t come with a sudden influx of brains.” ― Alex Lidell, Power of Five
“Why?” The question tumbles from my lips. “Why would you want me?” Shade reaches forward as suddenly as the words are out, taking my face firmly between his warm palms. “Because we love you, cub,” he says roughly. “And we can’t do otherwise.” ― Alex Lidell, Power of Five
“the field between feeling like you might prefer to be dead and actually being dead is much vaster than you imagine.” ― Alex Lidell, Power of Five
“Rising onto my toes, I brush my lips against his cheek. "I claim you as mine River," I tell him softly. "You and Tye and Coal and Shade. Whatever comes, we will face it together.” ― Alex Lidell, Power of Five
“Well, I’m not you, mortal. So stop projecting your personal little terrors onto me. It’s embarrassing.” ― Alex Lidell, Mistake of Magic
“Mimi once told me to fear a quiet dog over a growling one, because the former has already decided to attack and feels no need to warn you off.” ― Alex Lidell, Mistake of Magic
“Are you being an ass on purpose,” I croon, “or are you always this delightful in the morning?” ― Alex Lidell, Power of Five
“This was like herding cats. Cats with candles tied to their tails while running through straw.” ― Alex Lidell, Trial of Three
“Good,” Coal said tersely. Space. He needed space and fresh air that wasn’t spiked with Lera’s scent. “You should move downwind from Czar. Your mare—” “Yes, River said as much.” She put one hand on her hip. “Are you four going to go crazy when I bleed too?” Coal’s nostrils flared, smelling the female for hidden injury as his eyes surveyed her face, her body—her full chest and curves that the tight leather pants and belted tunic did nothing to hide. They all seemed all right. Lera certainly had been fully healthy when they trained this morning, her warm body pressing against every inch of Coal’s until he was uncertain which of the two of them was in greater discomfort. If she was bleeding— “Not now, you idiot.” Lera rolled her eyes, her thick braid swinging against her back. “I mean, when I . . . go into heat.” Blood rushed to Coal’s face. “I . . . I don’t . . .” He had little notion of how often such things happened to humans. Glancing around for reinforcements, he found himself alone except for Tye, who’d plainly heard the question and was backing away before Coal could pull the bastard into the conversation. “You are aware that such things happen, right?” Lera said. “No. Yes.” Czar danced beneath him again. Surrendering what little dignity he still had, Coal raised his face and bellowed for Kora, who had the decency to keep her face straight while listening to the problem. Once Coal was done speaking, however . . . The laughter bubbling from Kora’s chest started as a series of small, choked sounds, escalating to a full-chested howl before she could gather control over herself, her hands on her thighs. “Plainly”—she turned to Lera, whose own attempt at holding in her laughter was losing ground by the moment—“the answer is yes, they will go crazed whenever your cycle starts—seeing as how they can’t even speak of it without turning red enough to signal their whereabouts to enemy troops.” ― Alex Lidell, Mistake of Magic
“If you can breathe, you can fight, he’d tell if he were here instead of helping Kederic. And if you want to keep breathing, you’d better fight.” ― Alex Lidell, War and Wind
“Sorry about that,” I tell Mika. “Shade’s wolf has worse manners than a soup-bound hen.” I say this part loudly enough to reach into the corridor, and I grin at the echoing growl.” ― Alex Lidell, Power of Five
“moment” ― Alex Lidell, Lera of Lunos
“As for changing the world, that begins with deciding you can.” ― Alex Lidell, The Cadet of Tildor
“So the problem with quints is that they are bloody powerful things, and the sudden influx of magic unfortunately doesn’t come with a sudden influx of brains.” ― Alex Lidell, Power of Five
“Why?” The question tumbles from my lips. “Why would you want me?” Shade reaches forward as suddenly as the words are out, taking my face firmly between his warm palms. “Because we love you, cub,” he says roughly. “And we can’t do otherwise.” ― Alex Lidell, Power of Five
“the field between feeling like you might prefer to be dead and actually being dead is much vaster than you imagine.” ― Alex Lidell, Power of Five
“Rising onto my toes, I brush my lips against his cheek. "I claim you as mine River," I tell him softly. "You and Tye and Coal and Shade. Whatever comes, we will face it together.” ― Alex Lidell, Power of Five
“Well, I’m not you, mortal. So stop projecting your personal little terrors onto me. It’s embarrassing.” ― Alex Lidell, Mistake of Magic
“Mimi once told me to fear a quiet dog over a growling one, because the former has already decided to attack and feels no need to warn you off.” ― Alex Lidell, Mistake of Magic
“Are you being an ass on purpose,” I croon, “or are you always this delightful in the morning?” ― Alex Lidell, Power of Five
“This was like herding cats. Cats with candles tied to their tails while running through straw.” ― Alex Lidell, Trial of Three
“Good,” Coal said tersely. Space. He needed space and fresh air that wasn’t spiked with Lera’s scent. “You should move downwind from Czar. Your mare—” “Yes, River said as much.” She put one hand on her hip. “Are you four going to go crazy when I bleed too?” Coal’s nostrils flared, smelling the female for hidden injury as his eyes surveyed her face, her body—her full chest and curves that the tight leather pants and belted tunic did nothing to hide. They all seemed all right. Lera certainly had been fully healthy when they trained this morning, her warm body pressing against every inch of Coal’s until he was uncertain which of the two of them was in greater discomfort. If she was bleeding— “Not now, you idiot.” Lera rolled her eyes, her thick braid swinging against her back. “I mean, when I . . . go into heat.” Blood rushed to Coal’s face. “I . . . I don’t . . .” He had little notion of how often such things happened to humans. Glancing around for reinforcements, he found himself alone except for Tye, who’d plainly heard the question and was backing away before Coal could pull the bastard into the conversation. “You are aware that such things happen, right?” Lera said. “No. Yes.” Czar danced beneath him again. Surrendering what little dignity he still had, Coal raised his face and bellowed for Kora, who had the decency to keep her face straight while listening to the problem. Once Coal was done speaking, however . . . The laughter bubbling from Kora’s chest started as a series of small, choked sounds, escalating to a full-chested howl before she could gather control over herself, her hands on her thighs. “Plainly”—she turned to Lera, whose own attempt at holding in her laughter was losing ground by the moment—“the answer is yes, they will go crazed whenever your cycle starts—seeing as how they can’t even speak of it without turning red enough to signal their whereabouts to enemy troops.” ― Alex Lidell, Mistake of Magic
“If you can breathe, you can fight, he’d tell if he were here instead of helping Kederic. And if you want to keep breathing, you’d better fight.” ― Alex Lidell, War and Wind
“Sorry about that,” I tell Mika. “Shade’s wolf has worse manners than a soup-bound hen.” I say this part loudly enough to reach into the corridor, and I grin at the echoing growl.” ― Alex Lidell, Power of Five
“moment” ― Alex Lidell, Lera of Lunos
