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Lynn Kurland Quotes

She was sitting in a garden more beautiful than even her rampaging imagination could ever have conjured up, and she was being serenaded by trees.

She was sitting in a garden more beautiful than even her rampaging imagination could ever have conjured up, and she was being serenaded by trees.

Lynn Kurland
Beautiful, Garden, Imagination
Lynn Kurland (2011). “Spellweaver”, p.97, Penguin

Shut up," Morgan said, whirling on the woman and pointing the sword at her. "Shut up, you shrill harpy, before I aid you in doing so by means of a dozen ways you won't care for in the least." Adhémar's fiancée fell, blessedly, silent.

Lynn Kurland
Mean, Mars, Care
Lynn Kurland (2010). “Star of the Morning”, p.240, Penguin

Say me aye," he whispered against her mouth. "Say me aye." How could she say anything else?

Lynn Kurland
Say Anything, Mouths
Lynn Kurland (2003). “A Garden In The Rain”, p.360, Penguin

I am a connoisseur of fine irony. 'Tis a bit like fine wine, but it has a better bite.

Lynn Kurland
Wine, Irony, Fine

He stopped and looked at her. "Your eyes are leaking." "It's the flowers. They make me sneeze." "Then let us be away from the garden. Open the door, love, if you will." She obeyed, then froze halfway over the threshold. "What did you call me?" "The first of countless endearments if you'll but stir yourself to hold our current course.

Lynn Kurland
Flower, Eye, Garden

He can occasionally see to an enemy," she conceded. "If he manages to get his sword pointed in the right direction and the enemy does him the favor of falling upon it in precisely the right way.

Lynn Kurland
Fall, Enemy, Favors
Lynn Kurland (2010). “Star of the Morning”, p.143, Penguin

She looked at him gravely. "You cannot call back the river that has already flowed past you, Ruith. All you can do is be grateful for where you are in it.

Lynn Kurland
Grateful, Past, Rivers
Lynn Kurland (2011). “Spellweaver”, p.108, Penguin

He lifed his head and looked down at her seriously. "Could you," he began, then he had to clear his throat. "Could you learn to be fond of me?" he asked. "With enough time?" She looked at him in surprise. It was the first time in all their acquaintance that she'd heard him sound the least bit hesitant. "I don't need to learn anything," she said, before she thought better of it.

Lynn Kurland
Sound, Enough Time, Needs

I could tell you a tale about something,' Miach offered, rubbing her hand absently. 'If you like.' She frowned thoughtfully. 'What sort of something?' 'Something that would soothe you,' he promised. 'I'm sure there would be swords involved. Bloodshed. Peril. That kind of thing.

Lynn Kurland
Hands, Would Be, Kind

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