Firelight Quotes

“Slowly, her slim hand smoothed over the swell of his buttock, lingering there. A shocked laugh choked his throat, the sound muddled by a stifled groan that her intrigued touch elicited. The saucy little sneak thief was copping a feel. He felt inclined to turn around and let her get a handful.”
― Kristen Callihan, Firelight

“Know this, there is only one truth left to me." His trembling fingertips caressed her jaw. "That I love you." He said it again, his voice broken, his arms pulling her tightly against him. "I love you. The rest is darkness."

Her fingers curled around the smooth swells of his biceps. "Then let me be your light.”
― Kristen Callihan, Firelight

“What is beauty or ugliness but a false front that prompts man to make assumptions rather than delving deeper.”
― Kristen Callihan, Firelight

“He took a quick breath, and his voice dropped. "You've no notion of the effect you have on me"

The words gave a hard tug to her belly. She closed her eyes and swallowed. "If by effect, you mean finding yourself in unchartered waters, wondering whether you are coming or going...." She stared at his shirt, watching his breath hitch. "Then I fear you have the same effect on me, my lord.”
― Kristen Callihan, Firelight

“You're collecting pieces of me, aren't you?" His voice turned thick as warm toffee, rolling over her skin, heating it. "A bit here. A bit there. Soon you'll set me out on the table, to try and fit me back together."

Ignoring the flurries plaguing her belly, she affected blandness. "I've only got the corners. But it is a start."

A warm breath touched her neck. "I believe you have the centerpiece as well.”
― Kristen Callihan, Firelight

“Their eyes met, and that spark of something hot and sharp ripped through her again. Awareness. It took a moment to realize, but that was it. She was utterly aware of him. Of the breadth of his shoulders, the deep even way he breathed, the force of his gaze. Bloody hell, but she we beset by the craving to touch him, testing the strength in those shoulders.”
― Kristen Callihan, Firelight

“His steps slowed to a stop. “Why?” His voice was a ghost in the quiet. “Why give me your trust when you know it is such an easy thing to break?”

“Perhaps the easy giving of it will make it harder to break”
― Kristen Callihan, Firelight

“Because we know he was simply a man, with weakness and frailties.
Who yearned for the same things all of us do--to love and be loved”
― Kristen Callihan, Firelight

“The whole of my life I have relied on my beauty first, brains second.
It was expected, even requested. But You saw right through me from the start.
You are the only man I've ever known who has looked beyond my face and wanted to know me for me.
And I find myself wanting you to know the whole me.”
― Kristen Callihan, Firelight

“With the suddneness of a cat leaping upon its prey, he leaned forward and caught up her wrist. "Tread lightly, Miranda Fair." His thumb moved lightly over her fluttering pulse, as she stared with her mouth assuredly hanging open in shock, her heart beating furiously within her breast."You know, it's never wise to tempt the devil." His gaze lowered to her hand, still locked in his grip, her fingers glistening with pear juice. "Had I not this mask, I should be of a mind to suck that juice right off of your fingers.”
― Kristen Callihan, Firelight

“Archer's finger grazed hers. 'I feel you. As if you were connected to me by an invisible string.' He touched his chest. 'I feel you here. In my heart.”
― Kristen Callihan, Firelight

“And who shall you be once you don your grand disguise?"
"La luna," she said with a smile.
"Then I shall be la notte to your moon" Archer lifted the hard black mask he held and slipped it over his thinner silk one”
― Kristen Callihan, Firelight

“It is quite all right," Miranda said. "There is a mad aunt lurking in my family close. We let her out, of course. But only at Christmastime.”
― Kristen Callihan, Firelight

“Billy's Adam's apple bobbed. "Don't-" The knife at his throat cut him short.

Black Tom cocked a thick brow. "Don't, wha? Hurt your littl' toffer?" Rotted teeth flashed. "She mean that much ta ye, then?"

Bill licked his lips quickly. His skin took on a grayish hue as sweat seeded over his high brow. "Don't piss 'er off," he managed.”
― Kristen Callihan, Firelight

“But what of the little question of your secret, Lady Archer?"
"Will remain so if you're a pile of ash on my floor.”
― Kristen Callihan, Firelight

“This is unfair. You can save my life, assault me in an alleyway-"
"Assault, was it?"
"Just look at you! It's a wonder you are even sitting upright."
"How odd. My definition of 'assault' must be in error."
"You are not made of iron, you know. You should have alerted me of your injury at once. You could have bled to death! What were you thinking?"

His mouth twitched. "I'm going to assume that was a rhetorical question."

Heat burned her cheeks.”
― Kristen Callihan, Firelight

“You know, it's never wise to tempt the devil"
His gaze lowered to her hand, still locked in his grip, her finger glistening with pear juice.
His rich voice lowered to raw huskiness "had I not this mask, I should be of a mind to suck that juice right off your fingers”
― Kristen Callihan, Firelight

“There were lies, and there were lies. Was a secret a lie? If one wanted to protect another?”
― Kristen Callihan, Firelight

“He couldn't remember the last time human hands had willingly touched him.
Not true. Miranda had. She had touched him as if he were just a man.
He had lived on those moments ever since, pulled them to the fore when loneliness threatened to suck him down and drown him”
― Kristen Callihan, Firelight

“Christ, Miri, murder and knife-wielding assassins aside, you are the greatest adventure of my life.”
― Kristen Callihan, Firelight

“A fine pickle we are in.” “A fine pickle? An Americanism?” “Yes. Ten years there and my language is polluted.”
― Kristen Callihan, Firelight

“If only it were you.”
― Kristen Callihan, Firelight

“Are your rooms to your liking?”
― Kristen Callihan, Firelight

“Indeed, for the first time in memory, she felt… not comfortable, precisely—he affected her too much for her to relax into that emotion—but safe. She felt she might say anything she wished and not be ridiculed for her opinion, nor forced to justify her existence or usefulness. The sensation was a breath of clean air in the deepest of London fogs.”
― Kristen Callihan, Firelight

“The whole of my life I have relied on beauty first, brains second. It was expected, even requested. But you saw right through me from the start. You are the only man I’ve ever known who has looked beyond my face and wanted to know me for me. And I find myself wanting you to know the whole of me.”
― Kristen Callihan, Firelight

“The rain petered out to a light mist”
― Kristen Callihan, Firelight

“I love you. The rest is darkness.” Her fingers curled around the smooth swells of his biceps. “Then let me be your light.” Archer”
― Kristen Callihan, Firelight

“Whatever mistakes I make, you are the most important person in the world to me.”
― Kristen Callihan, Firelight

“Wonderful, beautiful, blissful, gorgeous, lovely. Adjectives floated around in Archer’s head like cherry blossoms falling in late spring. He wanted to laugh, shout, and run amok, singing at the top of his voice. Snatches of romantic poetry learned in his salad days came to mind. She walks in beauty like the night; shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? He smiled then, looking up at the ceiling above his bed. He certainly did not possess the talent to fit into words what he felt. Too bad Byron was dead. He’d have hunted him down and introduced him to Miri. The master poet would have found words to do her justice.”
― Kristen Callihan, Firelight