Gwenvael Quotes & Sayings

I feel a lot of nothing — Jennifer Niven

I'm a politician, Gwenvael! Of course, I don't have a conscience. — G.A. Aiken

What's important about an actor is his acting, not his life. — Vincent Price

Talaith leaned forward, studied her youngest daughter. "You think you're evil?"
"Pure evil," Izzy clarified, which got her a rather vicious glare from Rhi. An expression Dagmar had never thought the young,
perpetually smiling or sobbing girl was capable of.
"Why would you think you're evil?"
"It's a feeling I have."
"No. Someone told her."
Rhi glowered at her sister. "I never said that."
"You didn't have to," Izzy shot back. "I know you."
"Well, who told her that?" Talaith demanded.
And, as one, they all turned and looked at Gwenvael.
He blinked, sat up straight. "I would never say such a thing to my dear sweet niece!"
"You said it to me," Talwyn snapped.
"That's because you're not my dear sweet niece. You're the rude little cow who threw a knife at my head."
"I wasn't aiming for you. I was aiming for Mum."
"She's right," Annwyl admitted. "I just ducked behind you." She shrugged. "Sorry. — G.A. Aiken

Dagmar turned when she felt a tug on her sleeve, a human male standing next to her. "Yes?"
"Yeah, how much for the blonde?"
Dagmar blinked, glanced back at Gwenvael and the three girls before asking, "Pardon?"
"The blonde. How much for the blonde? The bigger one. Just for an hour or so?"
Of course. Dagmar would never be one of the whores ... she must be selling the whores.
"Five coppers for an hour," she replied. "Any more than that and it'll cost you."
"An hour will do." He reached into his pocket and handed her five copper pieces. She dropped them into her satchel, tapped Gwenvael on the shoulder, and said, "He's bought you for an hour of sex. Enjoy. — G.A. Aiken

Lady Talaith. Is that what you're wearing to dinner tonight?"
...
"And exactly when did I start owing you an explanation for
anything I do?"
"She's got you there, brother." The pair turned on him so fast,
Gwenvael stumbled back against the window, almost falling out of it.
"Don't bother. I'll accidentally hit myself in the head later. — G.A. Aiken

You bastard! Let me down!"
"Not on your life, beauty." The godlen claw gripped her tighter. "You get hurt, he'll kill me. Now quiet. I'm trying not to vomit."
Gwenvael to Annwyl — G.A. Aiken

PERFECTION, n. An imaginary state of quality distinguished from the actual by an element known as excellence; an attribute of the critic. — Ambrose Bierce

When I got my first television set, I stopped caring so much about having close relationships. — Andy Warhol

Me? Kachka, you love me!" "I love your beauty. I have no use for you personally. You represent all that we hate." "Why do you talk to him so?" Elina asked. "He cannot help that he is beautiful but worthless." "I am not worthless! I am Gwenvael the - " "We do not care, lizard!" Kachka barked. — G.A. Aiken

Fathers, on the other hand, were there to toughen children up, to say Walk it off when mothers would hold them if they fell. Mothers were the carrot. Fathers were the stick. — Noah Hawley

Hysterical laughter. Why did he keep hearing hysterical laughter? Fearghus opened one eye to stare at his two siblings. The were practically falling over each other they were laughing so hard. They woke him up from a sound sleep for this? "What?"
His current mood wouldn't allow for this. And definitely wouldn't allow for him. Gwenvael choked out an answer. "She braided your hair, brother."
"Like a horse's mane," his sister added. — G.A. Aiken

As my wife you cannot refuse me. I have a right to you, as your betrothed husband. From now, till your death, you will never be able to refuse me. There can be no rape between us, only my rights and your duty. — Philippa Gregory

Dagmar tried to stand, and Gwenvael caught her hand, pulling her back down. "You can't leave me. I'm tortured and brooding. You need to show me how much you adore me so I can learn to love myself again."
"You've never stopped loving yourself."
"Because I'm amazing. — G.A. Aiken

He stopped before opening the door and faced her. "You'll leave the window open for me and you'll be naked. When I come back, I'll take what I want from you, as many times as I want to." He grinned; it was pure and raw and astonishingly beautiful. "Understand me Lady Dagmar?" She shook her head. "No. You'll have to explain it to me."
"I will. Even if I have to tie you to bed and explain it to you again and again and again." He looked over one more time. "And don't play with yourself after I'm gone. Don't want you wearing my pussy out before I've had a chance to use it." With his hand on the door, Gwenvael rewarded her with the warmest smile she'd seen from anyone. "Besides, you look so beautiful when you come, I don't want to miss a second of it. — G.A. Aiken

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. — G.A. Aiken

Don't make me cover your face with a pillow until you see my side of things."
"Isn't that called murder? — G.A. Aiken

Explain to me again why we're at a whorehouse?"
Gwenvael sighed around his ale. "Because, my thick-headed
brother, if you want information about human men then you go to the
one place all human men come to eventually. — G.A. Aiken

Normally, I'd lie and connive and do whatever necessary to make you take me into the south."
"But ... "
More tears began to flow. "But that thing ... "
"Thing? What thing?"
"That thing ... in one's head ... that tells you when something would be wrong to do. It won't let me do it."
Feeling a sudden high level of annoyance, Gwenvael carefully asked, "Do you mean your ... conscience?"
Her tears turned into hysterical sobs, and she went down on her side, her head dropping into his lap.
"Dagmar! Everyone has a conscience."
"I don't!"
"Of course you do."
"I'm a politician, Gwenvael! Of course, I don't have a conscience. At least I didn't. Now I'm cursed with one. And it's your fault!"
Somehow he knew that last bit would happen. — G.A. Aiken

Don't always be appraising yourself, wondering if you are better or worse than other writers. "I will not Reason and Compare," said Blake; "my business is to Create." Besides, since you are like no other being ever created since the beginning of Time, you are incomparable. — Brenda Ueland

I just don't understand our brother. A human." Briec gave a great sigh, causing Gwenvael to roll his eyes in annoyance.
"You don't know anything, Briec. She's different."
"Don't you really mean crazed, baby brother?"
Gwenvael saw Morfyd's white scales swooping toward them. He stood up. Both he and Briec were already in human form and dressed.
"You're just mad she slapped you around." Gwenvael looked at his brother. "Like a bitch."
Briec stood up. Slightly taller than Gwenvael, but still shorter than Fearghus, he tended to be just as much fun to torture as their older sibling. "I let her hit me."
"You had to. Otherwise she would have killed you where you stood. — G.A. Aiken

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. — G.A. Aiken

A bored Gwenvael is an entire town
destroyed accidently. — G.A. Aiken