Jesse, we canโt do this.โ โSure we can, honey. Itโs the perfect night for it. Youโre a woman, Iโm a man. Those little twinkling things overhead are stars. I believe itโs referred to as romance.
Christine FeehanNicholas wanted to believe in fairy tales. She'd read her share, hoping for miracles, but in the end, there was no hundred acre wood to play in with her little stuffed animals. There was pain and crushing disillusionment and betrayal.
Christine FeehanI can't help it, Kate. And I'm laughing at me. I feel like one of those sappy men who run around with a big grin on his face all the time. I feel like grinning all the time around you, and it's so idiotic.
Christine FeehanIf what he said was the truth, it broke her heart. If what he said was a lie, it was broken anyway.
Christine FeehanI just want some time, Mikhail, to think things through. Itโs frightening, the way I am about you. I think about you every minute; I want to touch you, just to know I can, to feel you beneath my fingers. Itโs as if you crawled into my head and my heart, even my body, and I canโt get you out.
Christine FeehanShadow and dust shall be reclaimed, earth sealing the tomb from which you came. Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, warrior return, breathe your last. Air, earth, fire, water, hear my voice, obey my order, thrice around your grave do bound, evil sink into the ground. I now invoke the law of three, this is my will, so mote it be.
Christine Feehan