“You killed a tree?""It tried to kill me first.""Perhaps you should tell me exactly what happened to you, Princess.”
―
Lesley Livingston,
Darklight
“Sonny pulled Lucky up short and swung around to face Fennrys. "I'm not afraid to die. I just don't want to die surprised. And I swear to all the gods, if the last thought that goes through my mind is 'What the hell was that?' I will hunt you down in the afterlife and punch you in the face throughout eternity.” ― Lesley Livingston, Darklight
“What did the Faerie that attacked you look like?""Super creepy. Ripped jeans, weird tattoos, bad hair. And, come to think of it, really nice boots...""Where?""On his feet."Sonny winced and rubbed his temples. "Where were you attacked, Kelley?""Okay, see...that was a joke.” ― Lesley Livingston, Darklight
“Kelley. Your name is Kelley, isn't it?" He didn't wait for her confirmation. "Yes. Well. Tell me...that bit just now...was that from Dante's Inferno?"Uh...no," Kelley stammered. Her face felt hot.Really?"I'm in for it.Are you sure?" he continued. "Because it most certainly wasn't from this play. And it bloody well sounded like hell.” ― Lesley Livingston, Wondrous Strange
“Believe me, Kelley. If I’m not…it’s because I’m already dead.” He stroked her hair, and she could feel his breath warm on her forehead, like a kiss. “Because anyone that would seek to hurt you would have to kill me first.” ― Lesley Livingston, Wondrous Strange
“sonny had circled three words in gold ink: i love thee.” ― Lesley Livingston, Wondrous Strange
“Do you stop caring about someone you love - just because they don't feel the same way?” ― Lesley Livingston, Tempestuous
“Kelley-"You know that story ends horribly, right?"Sonny-"What did Shakepeare know? He probably would have rewritten that bit if he'd thought about it.” ― Lesley Livingston, Wondrous Strange
“Well. I think it's safe to say that, in my absence, the power grabbing and backstabbing and political intrigue has officially reached an all-time Otherworld high. ” ― Lesley Livingston, Wondrous Strange
“You can't choose someone else's destiny for them, Kelley. And you shouldn't let anyone choose yours.” ― Lesley Livingston, Tempestuous
“A conversation with Mabh was like playing tag with a grizzly bear.” ― Lesley Livingston, Darklight
“You're joking. You want to help me?""We're brothers-in-arms, Sonny." Fennrys stood and paced restlessly. "And, truth is, I'm bored out of my mind in Manhattan. Nothing to do there but jump at shadows and put up with Aaneel's pompous yapping: 'There're crack in the Gate! Remain vigilant! Protect the puny humans! Eek, a mouse!' It's tiresome.” ― Lesley Livingston, Darklight
“Then she began to mutter to herself and gesture to the empty air.oh. Sonny sighed. Just another central park crazy.” ― Lesley Livingston, Wondrous Strange
“She felt his arms tighten around her, as they spiraled up, borne aloft on wings that were dark as the night, bright as a new star.” ― Lesley Livingston, Wondrous Strange
“Are you a weapon or a target? Choose!” ― Lesley Livingston, The Valiant
“You have to choose your battles. The key is choosing the ones you know you can win.” ― Lesley Livingston, Tempestuous
“He can't die! He's the bloody King of Winter.""Don't be absurd," said Bob, rolling an eye at the wounded Janus. "Just because he's immortal doesn't mean he can't die!” ― Lesley Livingston, Darklight
“It might not have been the destiny you would have asked for, Fennrys," she said quietly. "But I'm starting to think that the only destiny there is...is the one we make for ourselves.” ― Lesley Livingston, Tempestuous
“Lucky!" she shouted. The creature pulled up and pranced excitedly before her, front hooves pawing at the ground. Laughing with happiness, Kelley flung her arms around the kelpie and buried her face in his mane. Lucky nuzzled her shoulder and head-butted at her in delight.Besides Sonny, Fennrys gestured with his good arm. "Isn't that...?""The Roan Horse, Harbinger of the Wild Hunt and Fearsome Bringer of Doom. Yeah" Sonny nodded. "Used to be.""Thought so." Lucky kicked up his back hooves like a frolicking colt, and Fennrys snorted is disgust. "Evil really needs to step up its game.” ― Lesley Livingston
“Sonny pulled Lucky up short and swung around to face Fennrys. "I'm not afraid to die. I just don't want to die surprised. And I swear to all the gods, if the last thought that goes through my mind is 'What the hell was that?' I will hunt you down in the afterlife and punch you in the face throughout eternity.” ― Lesley Livingston, Darklight
“What did the Faerie that attacked you look like?""Super creepy. Ripped jeans, weird tattoos, bad hair. And, come to think of it, really nice boots...""Where?""On his feet."Sonny winced and rubbed his temples. "Where were you attacked, Kelley?""Okay, see...that was a joke.” ― Lesley Livingston, Darklight
“Kelley. Your name is Kelley, isn't it?" He didn't wait for her confirmation. "Yes. Well. Tell me...that bit just now...was that from Dante's Inferno?"Uh...no," Kelley stammered. Her face felt hot.Really?"I'm in for it.Are you sure?" he continued. "Because it most certainly wasn't from this play. And it bloody well sounded like hell.” ― Lesley Livingston, Wondrous Strange
“Believe me, Kelley. If I’m not…it’s because I’m already dead.” He stroked her hair, and she could feel his breath warm on her forehead, like a kiss. “Because anyone that would seek to hurt you would have to kill me first.” ― Lesley Livingston, Wondrous Strange
“sonny had circled three words in gold ink: i love thee.” ― Lesley Livingston, Wondrous Strange
“Do you stop caring about someone you love - just because they don't feel the same way?” ― Lesley Livingston, Tempestuous
“Kelley-"You know that story ends horribly, right?"Sonny-"What did Shakepeare know? He probably would have rewritten that bit if he'd thought about it.” ― Lesley Livingston, Wondrous Strange
“Well. I think it's safe to say that, in my absence, the power grabbing and backstabbing and political intrigue has officially reached an all-time Otherworld high. ” ― Lesley Livingston, Wondrous Strange
“You can't choose someone else's destiny for them, Kelley. And you shouldn't let anyone choose yours.” ― Lesley Livingston, Tempestuous
“A conversation with Mabh was like playing tag with a grizzly bear.” ― Lesley Livingston, Darklight
“You're joking. You want to help me?""We're brothers-in-arms, Sonny." Fennrys stood and paced restlessly. "And, truth is, I'm bored out of my mind in Manhattan. Nothing to do there but jump at shadows and put up with Aaneel's pompous yapping: 'There're crack in the Gate! Remain vigilant! Protect the puny humans! Eek, a mouse!' It's tiresome.” ― Lesley Livingston, Darklight
“Then she began to mutter to herself and gesture to the empty air.oh. Sonny sighed. Just another central park crazy.” ― Lesley Livingston, Wondrous Strange
“She felt his arms tighten around her, as they spiraled up, borne aloft on wings that were dark as the night, bright as a new star.” ― Lesley Livingston, Wondrous Strange
“Are you a weapon or a target? Choose!” ― Lesley Livingston, The Valiant
“You have to choose your battles. The key is choosing the ones you know you can win.” ― Lesley Livingston, Tempestuous
“He can't die! He's the bloody King of Winter.""Don't be absurd," said Bob, rolling an eye at the wounded Janus. "Just because he's immortal doesn't mean he can't die!” ― Lesley Livingston, Darklight
“It might not have been the destiny you would have asked for, Fennrys," she said quietly. "But I'm starting to think that the only destiny there is...is the one we make for ourselves.” ― Lesley Livingston, Tempestuous
“Lucky!" she shouted. The creature pulled up and pranced excitedly before her, front hooves pawing at the ground. Laughing with happiness, Kelley flung her arms around the kelpie and buried her face in his mane. Lucky nuzzled her shoulder and head-butted at her in delight.Besides Sonny, Fennrys gestured with his good arm. "Isn't that...?""The Roan Horse, Harbinger of the Wild Hunt and Fearsome Bringer of Doom. Yeah" Sonny nodded. "Used to be.""Thought so." Lucky kicked up his back hooves like a frolicking colt, and Fennrys snorted is disgust. "Evil really needs to step up its game.” ― Lesley Livingston
