Dragons Quotes - Page 6

When a Dragon, an Elf, and a Human walk into a bar, the Human is always going to be the punch line.

For the record," I do not desire your body. Not that you're hideous or anything, far from it. Even with those scars, your chest is really nice, and I like your legs because they aren't scrawny, and you have nice shoulders and naughty bits, but I've never been one to put physical attributes ahead of more important things."t"Such as?" He had his hands on his hips when he asked the question, which just made me want to giggle again.t"Intelligence, a sense of humor, and oh yes, not being a mythical creature." I swallowed another giggle. "Not that it wasn't a cool form, but still. I like my men without the sort of baggage that must go with being a shape-shifter."t"Is that so?" One eyebrow lifted.t"Yes."t"Then you will not like this." He pulled me against him, his mouth moving into place on mine, his breath hotter than I could have imagined. And then he kissed the very wits right out of my brain.

Her ‘death’ was the only way for her to live.

The most possessive part of Conall didn't want another male to even look at Rhea.

I can feel you watching me." Her breathy voice slid over him and it felt like her fingers were running over his hard cock. How the fuck was her voice alone able to rule his dick?

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

As long as they were together, they could face anything. For the first time in a long time, she didn’t feel alone—and she knew he didn’t either.

I'm bad at this," she said with a laugh as she glanced up at him. "But I do know that people normally like to talk about themselves."Laith was enamored. Totally, completely. Utterly. "What do you want to know?""Everything." Her gaze slowly lifted to meet his once again.

Be careful, darling. Your footsteps land heavy here. Your racket will wake the dragons.

So that left me. To save my hatchlings and my underground, even if I couldn't be there anymore.

You want us to bargain with a lizard?”“They’re not lizards, Father. They’re extraordinary creatures who werehere long before any human was crawling on this earth. They are warriorsand scholars and—”“He has long hair like a woman,” one of Sigmar’s sons blathered

Do you realize that you gave me the best orgasm of my life and we haven't even kissed?

A Baba Yaga never breaks a promise. Legs, yes. Hearts, occasionally. But never a promise.

Well, we could have just given him a horse and sent him on his way, but... Ancaladar ate the horse.

Above us, outlined against the brilliant sky, dragons crowded every available perching space on the Rim. And the sun made a gold of every one of them.

He opened his mouth and let it loose, the blast of cold air freezing the Dark Ones instantaneously. Kiril saw himself in the mirror and the curls of cold air seeping from the corners of his mouth through his parted lips.Damn, but is was good to be a Dragon King.

Before she could move or even think, the male shifted to his human form. Bran stood there, all six feet four inches of sexy, pissed off male. His expression was one of pure rage as he stepped toward her. Not that this stopped her from checking out every single naked inch of him. And the man was built. All those hard lines and striations looked as if he'd been carved from marble.

It's about damned time," he said in a husky voice. "If I had to wait five more minutes to kiss you, I think I probably would have turned into a dragon myself.

The Prancer stepped back and studied her for a moment. Then, with a gleam in his eye, he said, 'All unicorns know the Land. Few humans do. But no unicorn knows how to brew ale.''I’m glad humans have some use.''Only those who can brew ale.

Dragons were notoriously finicky about whom they ate, and thought it the height of bad manners to be kept waiting by their selected fare.

While her high cheekbones and sensual mouth added to her beauty, it was her eyes that caught him. They looked at the world as if it were a large sandbox waiting to expose its treasures.

Want to grab a beer at Howler's?"Drake blinked, unsure he'd heard him right. After just battering each other to a pulp, Gabriel wanted to geta drink with him?..."Why are you asking me?"Gabriel shrugged, then winced."Because that's what males do. We beat the shit out of each other, then go have a beer afterward.

I don't know. I was just calling it that in my head all along, and so I programmed that name into the processor. What do you think?""It's stupid," Lourdvang rumbled.

Hurricanes couldn’t remove you from my mind. You’re my world and I’m incapable of not loving you.

Growl all you want. The sound is...appealing.

Will you return to your home if Prince Grotto's reign is ended?"t"Yes. It is home."t"Will you take me back as your gardener?

And what lesson can we draw from Volantene history?”“If you want to conquer the world, you best have dragons.

Please come out so I can see your face," Darcy said.tThere was a smile in Thorn's voice when he said, "I gave my jeans to Warrick. I'm no' shy, lass, but I doona want to embarrass Warrick.

Fairy tales do not give the child his first idea of bogey. What fairy tales give the child is his first clear idea of the possible defeat of bogey. The baby has known the dragon intimately ever since he had an imagination. What the fairy tale provides for him is a St. George to kill the dragon.

His tongue swirls against my skin, and I gasp. His voice rough with passion, he rasps, "You're living fire. I burn.

Maybee there is no guile here," Deor suggested. "Perhaps it is just a group of dragons who have come together to raid the hold.""The diffirence? if they pretend to cooperate ... they must cooperate to pretend. It would be worse than a guile.

The scent of the leather and the feel of the cold steel transported her back in time. “But Daddy, why can’t I have a sword and a scabbard? Dillon and Tynan have one and look, I can lift it above my head, too.” Kylah chuckled because she hadn’t lifted it above her head; she’d barely lifted the broadsword off the floor. But Cearnach was always supportive. He’d told her, “Someday, little one… someday you will be a great warrior just like your brothers.

I guess part of me hoped that you'd come to me because you trusted me to help. And because maybe you missed me, just a little."Beka took a deep breath. "Just a little? Hell, Marcus, it felt like I was missing half my soul."...His hazel eyes stared into hers, as if he could read her mind, or maybe her heart, which stuttered and skipped as if it only half remembered how to beat.Then he said in a low, fervent voice, "I think I found it for you." He pulled her into his arms, wrapping her in strength and warmth and longing, tugging her in close until his lips met hers.

Donata Santori looked down at the dead body lying at her feet and thought, ‘Damn, that can’t be a good sign.

I am The Dragon And I have come!

At that moment, the creature's back breached the waves, its body cutting through the water in a sinuous arch, rainbows sparking off the iridescent scales on its back. Rusalye.

I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I never wanted this for you. This life…I knew it was going to kill me in the end. I wish you didn’t have to be here when it finally caught up.

How can something as necessary as breathing be immoral?

But how can we know that dragons did not exist? We have never actually BEEN to the Dark Ages.

And Annie showed me how ailanthus trees grow under subway and sewer gratings, stretching toward the sun, making shelter in the summer, she said, laughing, for the small dragons that live under the streets.

You wanted to ride, my nasty girl, so fucking ride,” Sander challenged.

You are not wrong," Laurence said. He had assumed as much himself, after all, in his Navy days: had thought the Corps full of wild, devil-may-care libertines, disregarding law and authority as far as they dared, barely kept in check-- to be used for their control over the beasts, and not respected."But if we have more liberty than we ought," Laurence said, after a moment, struggling through, "it is because they have not enough: the dragons. They have no stake in victory but our happiness; their daily bread and nation would give them just to have peace and quiet. We are given licence so long as we do what we ought not; so long as we use their affections to keep them obedient and quiet, to ends which serve them not at all-- or which harm.""How else do you make them care?" Granby said. "If we left off, the French would only run right over us, and take our eggs themselves.""They care in China," Laurence said, "and in Africa, and they care all the more, that their rational sense is not imposed on, and their hearts put into opposition with their minds. If they cannot be woken to a natural affection for their country, such as we feel, it is our fault, and not theirs.

The best thought any writer ever come up with is of having a world with Dragons.

See?” said Scout to Benne who tried to melt into the ground by becoming very flat. “See what happens when you don’t listen? When you go off and do whatever and you have no idea what you’re doing?”“Yes,” agreed Chisolm sternly, frowning at Benne.“Yes, it’s very clear what happens,” said Zap.“Yes,” agreed Zip. “You get a purple fire-breathing dragon that has no idea how to fly instead of a cynical mule.

I clenched my fist around the railing, finally forcing myself to acknowledge what that meant. I'd always known, of course. It was always there, at the back of my mind; I just didn't want to think about it. But if Ember was the sleeper...I would have to kill her.

It simply isn't an adventure worth telling if there aren't any dragons.

You are mine. You are always going to be mine. It doesn't matter what came before, the only thing that matters is what is now and going forward. There will never be anyone else for you. Only me. Me.

And though I came to forget or regret all I have ever done, yet I would remember that once I saw the dragons aloft on the wind at sunset above the western isles; and I would be content.

He can talk!""Yes, I can speak any language you want, fly, and breath fire." Air Raid said proudly."Can you do anything else?" the boy asked.Air Raid thought for a moment then said, "I can sing.""No, he can't. And please don't ask him to prove it," Ally quickly said looking at the fawn haired girl pleadingly."I'll believe you this time," the fawn hair girl said. After being proven wrong several times already she didn't want to take any more chances.

How should we be able to forget those myths that are at the beginning of all peoples, the myths about dragons that at the last moment turn into princesses; perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love.

Reapers are the hands of Death. Death might be the judge, but the Reapers are the executioners. They police all Fae."t"So kill the bastards."tTaraeth glanced at his glass. "MNo one knows who the Reapers are. No one as even seen Death. We can't fight what we don't see or know."t"So... you're afraid of some whispers?"t"What do you think has been hunting the Fae besides the Kings? The Reapers."tMikkel made a sound at the back of his throat. "Has anyone ever seen one of these Reapers?"t"You see one, you die."t"Of course you do," Mikkel scoffed.

Heat roared within him. Greedy heat. He wanted her....tShe was in over her head, and it seemed... so was he.

I've been told that there's a point in every soldier's life when he knows he's going to die. You expect it, of course, in every battle, every ambush, every enemy engagement. You are aware that this could be it. This could be the one that ends your life. But, there's a difference between being aware that you could die, and knowing beyond a doubt, when the situation is hopeless. New dragons dropped from the sky in a dark mass...

After a taste of a Scot, you'll never look elsewhere again."A brunette smiled seductively, "That's quite a boast.""I'm quite a man.

Not that this deterred him and his friend Klapaucius from further experimentation, which showed that the extent of a dragon's existence depends mainly on its whim, though also on its degree of satiety, and that the only sure method of negating it is to reduce the probability to zero or lower. All this research, naturally enough, took a great deal of time and energy; meanwhile the dragons that had gotten loose were running rampant, laying waste to a variety of planets and moons. What was worse, they multiplied. Which enabled Klapaucius to publish an excellent article entitled "Covariant Transformation from Dragons to Dragonets, in the Special Case of Passage from States Forbidden by the Laws of Physics to Those Forbidden by the Local Authorities.

I've stolen books. They're the only thing worth taking that don't belong to you.

Dragon's treasure burning bright,In the darkness of this night.Once again it gives us lightAnd speaks to us of its might.Dragon's treasure burning brightOn this black and fateful night.Kings will never use its lightNor boast again of its might.Dragon's treasure burning brightSear this image in their sightRoyal sons much reach the heightTo rule with love, not with might.

She had no time for sleep, with the weight of the world upon her shoulders. And she feared to dream. Sleep is a little death, dreams the whisperings of the Other, who would drag us all into his eternal night.

Cupping one of her cheeks, he swiped at the wetness. “Would you want to live without me?”Tears flowing freely, she shook her head.“Then don’t expect me to live without you. You’re mine, Fiona. Have been from the moment I laid eyes on you, from the moment you tried to warn me off fighting your brother because you were worried I’d get hurt. Don’t you dare expect me to live a life without you! You go into the afterlife? So do I. Simple as that. If we have a day left, I want to enjoy every second of it with you.

The Dragon King's gaze turned to her. Darcy watched him standing in the glow of the streetlight, completely mesmerized by the dragon tat that ran from the King's right shoulder, under his armpit, and down his side to the top of his right thigh.tThe dragon's head was at the front of the man's shoulder and had his mouth open as if on a roar. He was rearing with his wings up and out. It was his long tail that stopped at the King's thigh.tThe King glistened with sweat that made his muscles gleam in the light. Darcy had the absurd notion to run her hands all over his body, learning the feel of his hard muscles and warm skin.