Brooklynn N. Gibbs

“Cocky little king. You assume you're the only one that gives me satisfaction?"
His smile widens as he lifts one of my arms and kisses the sensitive skin of my wrist. "If there is something in this world that can please you more than me," he says, his warm breath caressing my skin, "then I'll be extra diligent in my duties tonight, my queen. Indulge me with every sensation that gives you pleasure, and I will match it and more."
Whatever retort was on my tongue vanishes, his heated words stealing all reason from my mind. Only one lingers: queen. Hearing him refer to me as his intended opens my heart like the sea opens to the sky, and I am his.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Astarte's Wrath

“You're like something drawn with the sun's fire, and I can take only little glimpses of you.”
― Kenneth Oppel, Such Wicked Intent

“If you were closer, I'd slap you," she said.

"Let me help," I replied, and stepped closer.

She promptly slapped me, which surprised me only a little.

We glared at each other in the near dark, and then she looked away.

"I'm sorry I slapped you," she said.

"That's all right. I quite enjoyed it.”
― Kenneth Oppel, Such Wicked Intent

“Would you trade a long, nearly immortal life of servitude in exchange for a short one...with me?"
I tuck in my chin, avoiding his hard stare.
"I would give up my crown if it meant finding a way to free you, Star." He releases my hand. "But you have to want that freedom. Not fear it.”
― Trisha Wolfe, Astarte's Wrath