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I have a present for you," he murmured, still stroking along her spine. He loved the way she felt curled against him. Like she'd been made for him. Laughing lightly, she laid her head back on his chest. "Pretty sure you just gave it to me.

Have I ever told you how glad I am we're not enemies? Eragon asked. No, but it's very sweet of you.

I have reconciled myself to our new lives. Our new fate, as Talis would say. As if fate were a merging, shifting thing. As if it were controlled by something other than ourselves.

I have the compelling need to press my lips to yours. To see if they taste as sweet as they look. I don’t want to, and yet” – he brushed the pad of his thumb along my lower lips, then the top – “I’ve never kissed a human woman.” My breath came shallow and quick. “I’ve never kissed a Morgon man.

Holy shit, she thought. The dragons are throwing cars at me!

I hope so,” grumbled Ian. “I’m going to look for another one of ‘em winged dogs for Mabel.

I know you're more than fae." She just grinned. "It's true, I'm part fae, part awesome.

I leaned back against the headboard and closed my eyes, feeling the inferno flair between us once more. It flickered and pulsed, but my blood was boiling on the inside and Ember was the fire that ignited it.

I let myself feel everything. Just this once, I wanted it all. I let him push our passion to the cliff, let my body synchronize to his in perfect harmony. Just this once, I let more than my body fall over the edge. With him.

I'll drive. But don't you be turning into a dragon while you're in the car. I don't want those claws poking holes in my nice upholstery.

I'll die before I stop wanting you.

I'll make you eat those words." "You are very welcome to try," she whispered. Her attempt at cockiness had turned breathy and yearning. "Please, try very hard." A smile lit his hard features. "Trust me, that will be entirely my pleasure.

I love you," he said, holding her close and running his fingers through her tangled hair as if he couldn't believe she was still in his arms. "I think you've cast a spell on me, wicked witch that you are." Baba thought that if this is what it meant to be wicked, she was all for it.

Il rischio di perdere quella ragazza per sempre, aveva scalfito quella dura corazza dal suo cuore; forse stava nascendo qualcosa di nuovo nella natura dei draghi, perché lui si sentiva dipendere da Eleonora. Aveva perso la propria libertà. «Ma la libertà, e anche poter scegliere di essere diverso», si rispose.

I'm a big animal. Fine motor skills are not me forte.

Imagine a land where people are afraid of dragons. It is a reasonable fear: dragons possess a number of qualities that make being afraid of them a very commendable response. Things like their terrible size, their ability to spout fire, or to crack boulders into splinters with their massive talons. In fact, the only terrifying quality that dragons do not possess is that of existence. Now, the people of this land know about dragons because their leaders have warned them about them. They tell stories about cruel dragons with razor teeth and fiery breath. They recount legends of dragons hunting by night on silent wings. In short, the leaders make sure that the people believe in all the qualities of dragons, including that key quality of existence. And then they control the people — when they need to — with their fear of dragons. The people pay a dragon-slaying tax … everyone stays indoors after dark to avoid being snatched by swooping claws … and nobody ever strays out of bounds for fear of being eaten well and truly up. Perhaps somebody will wonder if dragons aren’t, after all, fictitious because — despite their size — nobody seems to have actually seen one. And so it is necessary from time to time to provide evidence: a burnt tree or two, a splintered rock, the mysterious absence of a villager. The population is controlled by the dragons in its collective mind. It’s contrived superstition, and it is possible because the people do not know enough about the way the world works to know that dragons do not exist.

Imagine being part of a people who thought life was worth less than the convenience of a moment.

I'm no' a good man.

I'm bad at this," she said with a laugh as she glanced up at him. "But I do know that people normally like to talk about themselves." Laith was enamored. Totally, completely. Utterly. "What do you want to know?" "Everything." Her gaze slowly lifted to meet his once again.

i'm going to brand myself on you so that whenever you dress, wash, or even think of being with someone else, all you'll feel, see and want is me.

I'm just sorry your dragon is so hell bent on mating with someone as fucked up looking as me," he murmured, keeping his voice light even though he wasn't joking at all. God, everything about her was perfect. It was no surprise she was so resistant to mating with him.... To his surprise, she snorted and smacked his stomach. "Bran Devlin, you're the sexiest male I've ever met. If you want me to stroke your ego you're out of luck." Then, to his utter fucking surprise, she slid her hand lower and grasped his already hardening cock before looking up at him. Her smile was an erotic mix of uncertainty and wickedness. "But I don't mind stroking this.

I'm not letting you go.

I’m determined not to be any less than someone with two working legs." "If only people didn’t all have to rub that crippled leg in my face as if it were a sin. That’s the part that bothers me the most. I didn’t do anything wrong – something wrong happened to me.

- Ime i prezime? - zapitala je gospođa knjižničarka pogleda uprtog u članske iskaznice. - Ja sam... - prošaptalo je makovo zrno. - Ja sam... Tomičin tata. - Tomičin tata! Tata budućeg pisca! - uskliknula je gospođa knjižničarka i podigla pogled. Joj, da! Gospođa knjižničarka podigla je pogled i sledila se. - Oh, čovječe! - rekla je i zaprepašteno prinijela ruku ustima. Ispred nje stajao je čovjek koji dugo, dugo, dugo nije čitao. Dvadeset godina, možda i više! To se sasvim lijepo moglo vidjeti. Pretjerano ozbiljno lice, bore između obrva, usnice izvijene prema dolje... Da, i taj pogled, bez zvijezda, taman i hladan kao polarna noć... - Oh, čovječe, kako se osjećate? - pitala je zabrinuto gospođa knjižničarka. - Loše - rekao je tata i uzdahnuo. - Da, da - kimnula je knjižničarka sućutno i poput liječnika postavila dijagnozu: - Imaginatio destructiva progressiva. - Što? - zgranuo se tata. - Bolestan sam!? Tata nije razumio latinski, ali je slutio da je u pitanju bolest. Na posljetku, latinski je mrtav jezik. - Poremećaj mašte zbog nedostatka vitamina - tužno je zaključila gospođa knjižničarka. - No možda nije tako strašno! - tješila je knjižničarka tatu. Treba obaviti i dodatne pretrage. Hajde, zaklopite oči i zamislite... zamislite... zmaja!

I’m not going to break. Just because I broke before doesn’t mean that I’m fragile.

I’m not letting you go, Fiona,” he murmured before brushing his lips over hers. She tasted like heaven. And his. Only his. “I’m not going anywhere.

I'm sorry, but dragons don't come in pink.

I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I never wanted this for you. This life…I knew it was going to kill me in the end. I wish you didn’t have to be here when it finally caught up.

I'm not at all the sort of woman who kisses strange dragons when she comes across them.

In my beginning is my end....there were Dragons when I was a boy.

I need you, lass," he whispered. Darcy opened her eyes to find him over her. "How fast can you get out of those clothes?

I never seem to have any level of restraint with you, woman.

I never counted on you, lass. You are strong, honorable, clever, shrewd, beautiful, and resilient. You doona ever quit, and you doona ever give up. So why give up on me?

In my anger, I slew you twice. I saw you only as the dragon, and I forgot what you were meant to be. Can you forgive me?" --Etanun

I saw the last piece of innocence unfurl inside of her. -Nick Plato (from the story Platonick)

In that moment, there was nothing sweeter than the taste of his prey’s name on his lips.

I really think I'd be better at, like, advanced napping techniques.

Is he evil?" the dog asked, an eager gleam in his wide brown eyes. "If he's evil, I'd be happy to eat him for you.

In the conventional storyline, I’m supposed to be the one slaying dragons to save you, the princess in distress. So, you see, I feel odd being the rescued.

I sighed again, tipping my head back. My skin was still flushed, whether from anger or adrenaline or both, and my dragon crackled and snapped in myriad different directions. I needed to calm down. I wished I had my board. It was impossible to stay tense while floating on the surface of the ocean, its cold, dark depths lulling you to sleep. The sea was fascinating. It always amazed me how calm and peaceful it was one moment, only to bear down on you a moment later with the power and savagery of a hurricane.

I smell?" "You smell..." He flicked a glance at Bo, who was growling. "You tell her then." Bo's jaw tightened, but he looked at her with a rawness on his face that completely undid her. "Like roses and sunshine. It makes them want to kill you or eat you or..." He cleared his throat, not needing to finish because she knew what he meant. "It's very enticing.

Is our life not exciting enough? Or do the lot of you just have some kind of death wish?

I swallowed hard, trying not to let my feelings show. To hide them, I grinned. “Ewan, I have something to tell you,” I whispered. The lines around his mouth trembled. “Yes?” “You won’t laugh.” “Rapunzel… No, of course not.” “Ewan… I love bacon.” At that, Ewan laughed then placed his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close, planting a kiss on the top of my head. “Yeah. Me too.

I suspect that it refers to that friend of our childhood, the prince of the old folk tale; the young man who travels for seven miles and comes to seven gates guarded by seven dragons, and passes through all sorts of perils, which are marked at once by moral heroism and mathematical symmetry. It is he who is to be exhibited in as a despot and oppressor; as a despot of elfland and an oppressor of seven-headed dragons. As he is rather a remote as well as a romantic figure, it may be a little difficult for historians to discover what were his true colours. His true colours, so far as I am concerned, are silver and gold and crimson, and all the colours of the rainbow.

I swear to Vishnu, if this doesn’t work, I’m going to stab you in the throat with a Pipette.

It had been her mercy, her refusal to kill a known enemy, that had made me realize the Order was wrong. It was because of her that I was here now, risking my life to protect the creatures I’d once driven toward extinction. Because a dragon had spared the life of a soldier of St. George, everything had changed.

I think he wanted to kiss me." "What does that mean?" "I don't know." "Is it a form of attack?" "Uh… not really, I guess. Most witches probably like it." What is done during this… kiss? This time, Sanna's cheeks flared she turned away grateful that shadows had fallen. “You touch with your lips.” He snorted. "I cannot see the purpose." "Me either.

Touch her and I will shred you to scraps and then burn what remains of you until the fat bubbles out. Well, that really painted a picture. Delightful, Raolcan. You should be a poet in your spare time.

I told you there was no such thing as immortality, not even for dragons.

I threatened him with bodily harm. He promised to bring me cake for the rest of my life.