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“She’s reckless and unreasonable. She’s naive and immature. But… she is amazingly true to herself.”
― Kaiu Shirai, 約束のネバーランド 4 [Yakusoku no Neverland 4]

“In the South of Spain, one could look to vice as quickly as to virtue for a sense of tradition.”
― Norman Mailer, Portrait of Picasso as a Young Man

“She straightened and crossed her arms. “I can’t sleep with you,” she blurted.
… “As you please.”
“As you please?” She stepped back, the rough wood of the bench bumping her upper calf. She’d braced herself for a battle and now felt oddly deflated. “You aren’t going to try to talk me into it?”
“I need not talk women into lying with me.”
― Angela Quarles, Must Love Chainmail

“It was the French of the Normans that, grafting itself onto the barbaric Saxon tongue, gave it its most magnificent blossoming. And, in these new countries, where both English and French are intertwined again, it is as if English were bathing itself in the fountain of its own youth, and as if French were remembering the buried treasures it had thought forgotten.”
― Jean-Christophe Valtat, Luminous Chaos

“I want to save them. Emma and the others, Cislo, Barbara and everyone else. In order to do so... I will gladly become a God or a Devil... Emma.”
― Kaiu Shirai, 約束のネバーランド 15 [Yakusoku no Neverland 15]

“Ah, cariad, finally I have you to myself, with a bed behind me, and what do I do?”
― Angela Quarles, Must Love Chainmail

“Emma Was Crying. And She Never Cries. I Thought She Was Crying Because She Was Scared. I Was Scared Too. But I Was Wrong. I Was Scared Of Dying. But Emma Was Scared Of Her Family Dying. She's Amazing. Being Able To Think Of Protecting Others In That Situation.”
― Kaiu Shirai, 約束のネバーランド 1 [Yakusoku no Neverland 1]

“He leaned his head against the rock. Christ, when was the last time he’d seen the humor in life? And now, of all places, in an enemy camp, with a strange woman who made him burn. Burn with desire. Burn with need. A desire and need not only for her and her body, but for something he couldn’t quite name.”
― Angela Quarles, Must Love Chainmail

“She flapped her hands, anxious energy coursing through her. “How can you be so calm?”
He got to his feet, unfolding with an easy grace. He held out a hand, his dark eyes focused solemnly on hers. “Come with me.”
“For what?”
“That’s part of the lesson.” Was it her imagination, or did a twinkle of humor stir in those eyes? “Center yourself, and grab onto the here and now.”
That made no sense—what was he now, Sir Medieval Zen Master? But she slipped her hand into his strong, calloused one. He hauled her up until she bumped into his chest. With a finger under her chin, he tilted her face until she looked in his eyes.
“Listen to the world around you. Hear the birds? Hear the small animals scurrying? You are in this moment, this moment only, and sometimes that’s all you can do, all you can be.” His finger pulled away, brushing against her skin, and he tapped her nose, stepping away.”
― Angela Quarles, Must Love Chainmail

“She led them to their pallets, again encircled by other pallets. She sat down, sighing at her aching muscles, and caught his gaze. “You may, er, wrap your arms around me if that will make you feel I am safer.”
He chuckled--a hoarse chuckle, rusty, but a chuckle nonetheless. She’d take it.
“May I indeed?” He lay beside her and pulled her back against him, settling her head on his arm, bunching the other hide up to use as a pillow. “If I must.” His warm sigh tickled across her neck. “After all, I must ensure that pinkie does not wander.”
Would Robert never let her forget that?”
― Angela Quarles, Must Love Chainmail

“She needed a distraction. “Was that your mother?”
The splashing stopped. “Are you going to converse while I bathe?”
“Why not?”
“Feels rather unseemly.”
She laughed, picturing him sitting there, shocked and indignant. “We’re supposed to be married, right?”
“You have a point, however I would rather not discuss her right now.”
“I think you’re evading me.”
“Mayhap. Is it working?”
― Angela Quarles, Must Love Chainmail