G.A. Aiken Quotes

I know I’m not an easy She-dragon to. . not fear.” “I’m not afraid of you, Ghleanna. I’ve never been afraid of you. To be quite honest. . I think you’re amazing. I always have. Since the first time you ignored me.

They can’t help it, you know. It happens in the egg,” she reasoned. “As soon as they grow that genitalia, intelligence goes right out the window and we’re left with this thing that just wants to stick it in any hole.

It wasn’t the first time he’d run for his life. And it most likely would
not be the last. In the past few decades, though, he’d mostly run from
angry fathers who’d found him where they felt he should not be. Or he’d
run from town guards - sent by angry fathers who’d found him where they
felt he should not be.

Well, you didn’t think I’d just roll over, did you?”
“Actually I was hoping for an on-all-fours sort of thing.

Do you not listen to our daily meetings about the state of your lands?”
“Of course I don’t. They’re dead boring.”
“Not everything can involve bloodshed, Annwyl.”
“Can’t you come get me when there is bloodshed? Otherwise just leave me alone to read.

The unnatural beast plummeted to the ground, vainly attempting to keep his entrails in and put out the fire that covered him. Morfyd spewed another spell at the retreating form and Hefaidd-Hen burst into pieces.
Fearghus glanced at his sister. “That was a bit much, don’t you think?”
She gave an innocent shrug. “I like to be certain.

The bastard was effectively stuck until he and Morfyd helped him. Fearghus smiled a little at his father’s suffering and the female who caused it.
I do love that woman.

I feel nothing.”
Crouching down beside her, Bercelak took a cloth from off the table and placed it over the wound. “Nothing? You feel no pain?”
“Oh. I feel pain. Lots of pain. But nothing else.

Izzy. Sweet, beautiful, but eternally strange Izzy.

A whore Ailean may have been, but a loving, caring whore who adored his offspring and mate.

Briec removed his
clothes and slipped into bed with her, wrapping his arms around
her waist and snuggling her from behind.
“Izzy?”
“That’s just ridiculous,” he growled.
She glanced at him over her shoulder. “It could have been
worse. I could have said Gwenvael.”
“And forced me to kill my own brother.

She snores,” Morfyd warned.
“I do no such thing!” Annwyl yelled back.
“Like a bull in rutting season.”
“When we get back to Garbhán Isle…don’t speak to me.”
“Trust me, Annwyl, that will be a pleasure.

The queen watched Annwyl for several long moments. “You are an interesting . . . thing. I think I understand what my son sees in you.”
Annwyl swallowed. “Son?”
“You didn’t know?” Annwyl slowly shook her head. “Yes. I think all my children are quite unimpressed with their rank among dragons.”
“Yes. Apparently they are.

Now she sat in their dining hall, a book in her lap but unread while she stared blankly across the room.Bercelak’s kin kept themselves busy by sharpening weapons, reading, talking, or setting things on fire with small bursts of flame.

Bercelak’s kin kept themselves busy by sharpening weapons, reading, talking, or setting things on fire with small bursts of flame.

Friends?”

“Aye. We’re friends now.”

“Are we?”

“Of course we are!” he replied cheerfully - just like his name. “Why wouldn’t we be friends?”

“Because you threw me into a tree?”

“To help you. You keep forgetting that part.

You wanted hatchlings.”
“I know. I just didn’t want those hatchlings. Personally, I blame your father.”
Bercelak’s eyes grew wide. “Excuse me?”
On a burst of laughter, she exclaimed, “Well that came out horribly wrong!

You two are perfect together. And one day . . . one day your children will change everything.