“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.”
―
Grace Draven,
Radiance
“You make a very handsome dead eel, my husband,”“For a boiled mollusk, you wear black quite well, my wife,” ― Grace Draven, Radiance
“You have done an unwise thing, Martise of Asher,” he said softly. “You’ve caught my interest.” ― Grace Draven, Master of Crows
“I would have been content to live my life as just Brishen,” he whispered into her hair. “Who was loved by Ildiko.” ― Grace Draven, Eidolon
“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” ― Grace Draven, Radiance
“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.” ― Grace Draven, Radiance
“She made him strong; she made him weak, and in that moment, she nearly put him on his knees. ” ― Grace Draven, Radiance
“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.” ― Grace Draven, Master of Crows
“And will you love me for a day? A year? A lifetime?" She knew the answer but wanted to hear him say it in that beautiful, shattered voice."Beyond that," he whispered, eyes shining with the tempest of emotion he'd held in check until now. "Beyond the reign of false gods and meddlesome priests. Beyond al Zafira when her bright stars fade.” ― Grace Draven, Master of Crows
“He allowed himself a small chuckle then. “I will conquer kingdoms for you if you but ask it of me, Ildiko.” ― Grace Draven, Radiance
“Privilege,” she said gently, “gives the crown its shine. Duty gives it its weight.” ― Grace Draven, Eidolon
“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.” ― Grace Draven, Entreat Me
“She was halfway through the book, her eyes heavy with sleep, when the bedroom door opened. Brishen stood at the threshold, dressed down to undertunic and trousers, his feet bare and his hair damp. He leaned against the door frame and crossed his arms. “Woman of day, you waited for me.”Ildiko closed her book and offered him a drowsy smile. Relief and happiness coursed through her. “Prince of night, you’ve come back to me—your head intact.”“I promised I’d try.” ” ― Grace Draven, Radiance
“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.” ― Grace Draven, Master of Crows
“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.” ― Grace Draven, Radiance
“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.” ― Grace Draven, Radiance
“Resting beside her, he seemed to Ildiko a living statue, carved from dark granite into a form of supple elegance and power. He was beautiful, and the tremor change in her perception of him robbed her lungs of air.He opened both eyes suddenly, making her jump. Two shimmering gold coins stared at her unblinking. "Good evening, wife," he said in a voice raspy with the remnants of sleep. A closed-lip smile curved his mouth upward and deepened the tiny lines that fanned from the corners of his eyes. "You're staring. Do I have a fly on my nose?"Fighting down a blush at being caught gawking at her own husband, Ildiko lightly tapped the tip of his nose with one finger. "I was trying to find a way to kill it without punching you in the face. Lucky for you, it flew away.” ― Grace Draven, Radiance
“see past the surface to the tides below. ” ― Grace Draven, Radiance
“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.” ― Grace Draven, Radiance
“You make a very handsome dead eel, my husband,”“For a boiled mollusk, you wear black quite well, my wife,” ― Grace Draven, Radiance
“You have done an unwise thing, Martise of Asher,” he said softly. “You’ve caught my interest.” ― Grace Draven, Master of Crows
“I would have been content to live my life as just Brishen,” he whispered into her hair. “Who was loved by Ildiko.” ― Grace Draven, Eidolon
“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” ― Grace Draven, Radiance
“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.” ― Grace Draven, Radiance
“She made him strong; she made him weak, and in that moment, she nearly put him on his knees. ” ― Grace Draven, Radiance
“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.” ― Grace Draven, Master of Crows
“And will you love me for a day? A year? A lifetime?" She knew the answer but wanted to hear him say it in that beautiful, shattered voice."Beyond that," he whispered, eyes shining with the tempest of emotion he'd held in check until now. "Beyond the reign of false gods and meddlesome priests. Beyond al Zafira when her bright stars fade.” ― Grace Draven, Master of Crows
“He allowed himself a small chuckle then. “I will conquer kingdoms for you if you but ask it of me, Ildiko.” ― Grace Draven, Radiance
“Privilege,” she said gently, “gives the crown its shine. Duty gives it its weight.” ― Grace Draven, Eidolon
“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.” ― Grace Draven, Entreat Me
“She was halfway through the book, her eyes heavy with sleep, when the bedroom door opened. Brishen stood at the threshold, dressed down to undertunic and trousers, his feet bare and his hair damp. He leaned against the door frame and crossed his arms. “Woman of day, you waited for me.”Ildiko closed her book and offered him a drowsy smile. Relief and happiness coursed through her. “Prince of night, you’ve come back to me—your head intact.”“I promised I’d try.” ” ― Grace Draven, Radiance
“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.” ― Grace Draven, Master of Crows
“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.” ― Grace Draven, Radiance
“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.” ― Grace Draven, Radiance
“Resting beside her, he seemed to Ildiko a living statue, carved from dark granite into a form of supple elegance and power. He was beautiful, and the tremor change in her perception of him robbed her lungs of air.He opened both eyes suddenly, making her jump. Two shimmering gold coins stared at her unblinking. "Good evening, wife," he said in a voice raspy with the remnants of sleep. A closed-lip smile curved his mouth upward and deepened the tiny lines that fanned from the corners of his eyes. "You're staring. Do I have a fly on my nose?"Fighting down a blush at being caught gawking at her own husband, Ildiko lightly tapped the tip of his nose with one finger. "I was trying to find a way to kill it without punching you in the face. Lucky for you, it flew away.” ― Grace Draven, Radiance
“see past the surface to the tides below. ” ― Grace Draven, Radiance
“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.” ― Grace Draven, Radiance
