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“One does not simply ring Roland."
Oh boy. I supposed I would get a lecture on the dangers of wandering into Mordor next.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Shifts

“Maybe I like that you're available."
Oh, the romance. Her voice as dry as dirt, she said, "How am I not throwing myself at you right this very second?"
"It's a definite mystery.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Touch

“What are you doing?" she asked in bemusement.
Lights from hundreds of tiny candles danced in his eyes. "I have a gift for you."
Disconcerted, she said, "Oh, but... the family will exchange presents tomorrow morning."
"Unfortunately the presents I brought from London were lost in the accident." Reaching into his coat pocket, he said, "This is the one thing I managed to keep. I'd rather give it to you privately, since I have nothing for the others."
Hesitantly she took the object from his open palm.
It was a small, exquisite black cameo rimmed with pearls. A woman on a horse.
"The woman is Athena," Devon said. "According to myth, she invented the bridle and was the first ever to tame a horse."
Kathleen looked down at the gift in wonder. First the shawl... now this. Personal, beautiful, thoughtful things. No one had ever understood her taste so acutely.
Damn him.
"It's lovely," she said unsteadily. "Thank you."
Through a glaze of incipient tears, she saw him grin.
Unclasping the little pin, she tried to fasten it to the center of her collar. "Is it straight?"
"Not quite." The backs of his fingers brushed her throat as he adjusted the cameo and pinned it. "I have yet to actually see you ride," he said. "West claims that you're more accomplished than anyone he's ever known."
"An exaggeration."
"I doubt that." His fingers left her collar. "Happy Christmas," he murmured, and leaned down to kiss her forehead.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Cold-Hearted Rake

“You've seen the prince? Like the real prince of the Otherworld?''
''Yep. Saw him three times.'' (...) ''Once he was in this meadow. Kind of like the meadow in that movie with the sparkly vampires and crazy hair''.
(...) The second time was when i was near their palace. It kind of looked like something on the show you watch where everyone dies.''
''Game of Thrones? I suggested. ''King's Landing?''
He jumped as he nodded. ''And the third time was...well, he was doing something you never do.''
(...) ''What was that?''
(...) ''He was having sex.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Wicked