Annette Marie Quotes & Sayings

How could you not know that those were super murder-fish...? — Annette Marie

You realize the only way he'll stop trying to keep you alive is if you make him hate you, right?" Her heart shriveled in her chest. "I don't want him to hate me. — Annette Marie

Who you were," Lyre corrected, wiping his hand across the trickling blood on his face, smearing it over one cheek. "But it doesn't matter. You're still female." Natania's eyes narrowed, then she threw her head back and loosed a chiming peal of laughter. "You think you can defeat me with aphrodesia?" Lyre's eyes darkened to black. "I already have." Natania took a quick step back, her hand clenching around the Sahar as power leaped into her. Lyre's hand snapped down the front of his shirt where he kept his chain of spelled gems. He yanked it out, blood-coated fingers already clenched around a gem. Gold light flashed. The world went black. — Annette Marie

Some problems aren't fixable, but that doesn't mean you should stop. That sense that you can't move forward ... that's the trap. It's better to take the best future you can manage with what you have, than to put your life on hold trying to fix everything in the hopes of a perfect future that might never come. — Annette Marie

She pushed him back onto the leafy ground, sprawling on his chest without breaking their kiss. His hands were in her hair, holding her mouth against his. Breathing wasn't necessary. All she needed was him. If only she could freeze time so they never had to be apart again. Piper's hands tightened on the ropes attached to the spines on Tenryu's shoulders. She was crouched tight to his back, tension making her whole body ache as she tried to ignore the dizzying vertigo of the drop behind her. — Annette Marie

What about death is to be feared? The burdens of life can be so great that it would be a comfort to know that someday it will end...that someday, we will have earned final rest. — Annette Marie

... You did what none of us could do."
"Only because the poison didn't affect me the same way - "
"Does that matter? We couldn't do it. You did. We saw what you looked like when you got out. How many times did you fall in order to batter your knees like that? But you kept going."
"That makes me stubborn, not strong," she mumbled.
"Strength comes in many forms... — Annette Marie

Maybe this would be it for them, one night together. Maybe they would have a week. Maybe a month. Maybe a year. Maybe a lifetime. It didn't matter. — Annette Marie

Life is short, there and then gone. Don't waste it waiting for a solution that might not even exist. — Annette Marie

Luck is for those with nothing else. I wish you strength and courage. — Annette Marie

The five-inch heels on her thigh-high boots looked like they should require a liability waiver to wear. — Annette Marie

The only one," he murmured, his deep voice sliding down to her bones, "I want to belong to is you." She turned her head and blindly found his lips with hers, sinking her fingers into his hair. He locked their mouths together. As her blood heated with need, she pressed into him. His hands slid down her back and then lower, and he pulled her hips against him. She gasped and kissed him harder. — Annette Marie

If she had to, she would do it - but that didn't mean she wasn't afraid of dying. Everyone was afraid of dying. — Annette Marie

I see. Well. I appreciate you coming to oversee this operation personally. I'm sure my mother will be pleased when I give her your head as well as theirs." Piper's eyes widened, her simmering panic spiking. Was Maasehet an idiot? Hadn't she seen how fast his knights were? Her gaze shot toward the door behind Maasehet, too far to reach. Unsurprisingly, Samael didn't look concerned. "I doubt even my head could make your mother proud. — Annette Marie

I can't lose you. I can't survive it." "Yes, you can," he murmured, his fingertips touching her cheek. "You can survive anything. Loss can be like chains holding you in place or a fire pushing you onward. We each choose every day what it will be to us. — Annette Marie

Ash moved faster, spinning through the steps of his deadly dance as he pushed Samael to keep moving, moving, moving. She flowed in and around Ash like a fish darting through racing waters, her blade seeking where Samael would appear. Together, they drove Samael around the dome. They moved together, synchronized and flawless, all his experience and all her instincts melding into deadly perfection. Samael — Annette Marie

eyes blacker than midnight paralyzed her. A draconian was in fact sitting in the church waiting for her, but it wasn't Kiev. It wasn't even Raum. It was Ash. — Annette Marie

There was something distinctly anticlimactic about trying to save the world. — Annette Marie

Piper crouched behind the boulder, her heart beating fast against her ribs. — Annette Marie

I jumped off a cliff after you were stabbed," she said, managing a weak smile. "The least you can do is sit here while I'm stabbed. — Annette Marie

She bit her lip; she missed Ash. It was like a pain in her ribs, an ache that wouldn't cease. His experience would have been a big help, but more than that, he never made her feel inferior. Funny how her father was so good at that. — Annette Marie

I don't see how we can compromise on this. I need to fight my fights. Can you stand back and let me? — Annette Marie

She felt a lot like a tree in autumn: all her hopes and dreams, desires and comforts, drying up and falling away one by one until all that remained was the bare bones of her soul. She wasn't sure how much she liked her bare-bones self. — Annette Marie

Ash told me you threw his tracking spell into the river. Why?" She cringed slightly. "Yeah, that. It's hard to explain ..." "Try." The command was firm but his voice was gentle. "I watched him die," she said, her eyes dropping to the sidewalk. "I saw the daggers go into his chest. I saw him fall over the edge. And I thought that was it. I thought he was dead and that it was my fault. When I found out he was alive, I knew I could never let that happen again. I couldn't let him die for me - die fighting my battles. It's not his responsibility to make sure that I survive to the next day. — Annette Marie

Trembling, she rose to her feet, shuffled a few cautious steps closer, and stared down at him. Snow-white hair, as soft-looking as the fox's fur, brushed across his forehead in a tousled mess - and poking out of his hair was a pair of white fox ears. His body was otherwise human, but he'd kept the ears. — Annette Marie

Love was both a great strength and a great weakness. She would try to remember that. — Annette Marie