Romance

"How much Romance do you like in your Fantasy? And, respectively, how much Questing do you like in your Romance?"

"By fate or forgery, our dances are entwined for eternity."

"Syldor was not a land of oppressive rules, roles, and labels. Here, love and power were open to, for, and between all; woman or man, rich or poor. What mattered was the sharpness of your mind, the speed of your blade, and the heat of your touch."

"Leliana advanced like a predator, hair lashing like a whip behind her. She abandoned the reins, riding the horse like they had merged into one charging centaur. She aroused images of deities on winged horses, of untamed forests in a windstorm, of legendary heroes of legendary quests. Burning desire shot straight to his loins at the sight of her. He ached for this woman, this goddess that streaked across his vision like a figment of his imagination, of his deepest desires and most guarded wishes. He could lose himself, mind, body, and soul, to a woman like that. Any sane man would."

"Sometimes I wish I had never saved your neck from decapitation in Faroe. Then I could just descend into lewdness in peace."

"She would stay there, flying across the sea like a mermaid with wings, until the end."

"His mother's words faded to myth, concocted by a gentle soul to delight the imagination of a boy. Until one day, they were no longer a myth. One day, he would wish he had never heard them at all because they spelled his happiness--and his eternal sorrow."

"Just as foreplay is the key to good sex, preparation is essential to achieving victory in battle. Right, lieutenant?"

"My heart was oaken before you set it on fire. It will continue to smolder, long after the flame that ignited it has gone."

"Still want you?” I repeated quietly. “Phoenix. I have wanted you since the moment I first laid eyes on you. Since the fire of our magic ignited when we touched for the first time,” I pulled him gently to his feet, making him face me. “You are my soul mate, Phoenix. You are it. You are my home, my heart. Literally, the other half of my soul.” I gripped him by his lapels. “You are written into my DNA and you ask if I still want you.” I let him go and smiled. “The answer is, and always will be, yes.”He kissed me fiercely, pressing me into his body. I ignored the twinge of my knife wound and kissed him back as I felt the fire in my soul begin to awaken once again."

"My mind screams for me to run, but my feet are planted where they are. This can’t be happening. This can’t be real. There’s no way this is real!"

"Depression is a funny thing. Some days you have the strength to get up out of bed and attempt to live your life as a normal human being, but others…you just don’t want to leave your room and socialize with the outside world—the world that you hate on days like this. You stay secluded in a tiny space, left alone to the thoughts that eat at your brain until you finally sit down and let them be thought."

"How can something as necessary as breathing be immoral?"

"You can't order me away, you pissant human--" "I just did." Kas swept past him..."

"What has you roaring like a bull with his prick hung in a fence?"

"Beauty and power was commonplace to the dragons as mud and manure to a stable boy."

"You can't purchase me with a bunch of stones." "I wouldn't dream of purchasing you." Cullen laughed low in his chest and smiled, this time showing even white teeth. "You're too much trouble. I thought I'd just steal you for a bit."

"Forbidden fruit makes a wonderful wine." Vazco gave him a leading look. "But leaves a hell of a headache."

"Sweetheart, Is today the day you run away alone in fear? Or the day you have the balls to trust in our friendship? Trust in the four of us. Together"

"I was running on the earth,Slashing primeval winds. I was running in the world,Riddled with darkness."