Vale Quotes

“The lengths to which you’re prepared to go to please a housekeeper make me wonder about the servant situation in Scotland. Good help must be thin on the ground.” Vale widened his eyes and took a drink.

“She’s more to me than a housekeeper,” Alistair growled.

“Wonderful!” Vale slapped him on the back. “And about time, too. I was beginning to worry that all your important bits might’ve atrophied and fallen off from disuse.”

He felt unaccustomed heat climb his throat. “Vale…”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, To Beguile a Beast

“And how closely related to you is Cousin Beatrice?”

Reynaud gave him a look. “Not that close.

“Glad to hear it.” Vale dropped into a cushioned chair. “I hope she recovers fully so that you can then propose to her. Because I tell you now, matrimony truly is a blessed state, enjoyed by all men of good sense and halfway adequate bedroom skills.”

“Thank you for that edifying thought,” Reynaud growled.

Vale waved his glass. “Think nothing of it. I say, you haven’t forgotten how to treat a lady in the bedroom, have you?”

“Oh, for God’s sake!”

“You’ve been out of refined society for years and years now. I could give you some pointers, should you need them.”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, To Desire a Devil

“40Wednesday has been canceled due to a scheduling error.”
― Ceciil Baldwin

“Vale held me tight to his chest, cradled in his arms, forehead to mind. There were tears in his eyes and blood on his lips.

'I want to stay,' I choked out.

'I know,' he whispered, as his mouth lowered to mind, and I faded away there in his arms, surrounded by withering roses.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“[...] Alati on lihtsam jälgida nupukalt konstrueeritud valet kui leida ähmast tõde.”
― Henning Mankell, The Man Who Smiled

“El sexo es importante, pero el amor vale más.”
― David Elías Cotos Espinoza

“Clearings opened on either side. Familiar smells drifted in the air: fennel, skirrets and alexanders, then wild garlic, radishes and broom. John looked about while his mother tramped ahead. Then a new scent rose from the wild harvest, strong in John's nostrils. He had smelt it the night the villagers had driven them up the slope. Now, as his mother pushed through a screen of undergrowth, he saw its origin.
Ranks of fruit trees rose before him, their trunks shaggy with lichen, their branches decked with pink and white blossom. John and his mother walked forward into an orchard. Soon apple trees surrounded them, the sweet scent heavy in the air. Pears succeeded them, then cherries, then apples again. But surely the blossom was too late, John thought. Only the trees' arrangement was familiar for the trunks were planted in diamonds, five to a side. He knew it from the book.
The heavy volume bumped against his mother's leg. He gave her a curious look but she seemed unsurprised by the orchards. As the scent of blossom faded, another teased his nostrils, remembered from the same night. Lilies and pitch. Looking ahead, John saw only a stand of chestnuts overwhelmed by ivy, the glossy leaves blurring the trunks and boughs into a screen.”
― Lawrence Norfolk, John Saturnall's Feast

“I don't want anyone, especially a man, telling me what I can or cannot do with my money, job, or body.”
― Belle Davis

“O rio que passa em meu ser
Flui atraves de um mar infinito,
Reflete a meu ver o meu viver
E sob o Universo apenas o fito.”
― Ana Claudia Antunes, As Quatro Fadas: O Vale Encantado

“So, Lilith. How do you intend to save the world?”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“You were right. The roses were special." I smiled a little. "You finally noticed." "They never died.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“Knowledge is cheap and dull,' Vale said, too casually, and I almost gasped at him in horror.

'I can't imagine that ever being true. There's so much to learn about the world.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“After so long, you realise that knowing things doesn't especially matter very much. Knowledge with no context is meaningless. That's not the real treasure.

'Oh?' I tucked away my tools and stood. 'What is, then?'

Vale stood, too. He was quite tall, and he looked down at me with a wolfish kind of delight. He smiled, revealing those deadly fangs. The moonlight from the window glinted in his amber eyes.

I felt, all at once, like an idiot for thinking before that he didn't look monstrous. Because in this moment, with that smirk on his lips, I glimpsed the man of the legends. The monster of the whispers.

'Curiosity,' he said.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“You can just call me Vale,' he grumbled. 'I suppose that once someone has seen my bare ass, we can drop the titles.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“I promise I did not eat you.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“Does nothing bother you?' he said. 'You seem totally unmoved that you almost died.'

I didn't tell him that I was almost always dying.

'I don't have time to waste on useless things,' I said.

'It was strange to see you in such a state when I found you. And when I brought you back. So... weak.'

A wrinkle formed over his forehead, hinting at confusion.

And that confusion, in turn, confused me.

'Weak?'

'You've seemed... In the time we've known each other, you've seemed infallible.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“I know what it feels like to be helpless,' I ground out. 'You don't. You don't know what it feels like to be surrounded by five men and know you can't stop them from hurting you. You don't know what it feels like to see the people you've grown up with wither and die. You-'

You don't know what it feels like to watch yourself die.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“Whatever you need,' he said. 'My blood. My books. My knowledge. Anything. It is yours.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“May I write to you?' he asked.

My mouth closed. I blinked at him.

'May I write?' he sounded vaguely irritated, and I wasn't sure why.

'Yes,' I said at last. 'Of course.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“Travel safely,' he said.

I gave him a small smile. 'I'll see you in a month, Vale.'

And he returned that smile- a thing so lovely I barely even noticed the teeth. 'I'll see you in a month, mouse.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“You must be happy to go home.'

Vale's gaze turned to me.

'I thought I would be,' he said. 'But perhaps they, like your friend, want something I can't give them. Maybe they want some part of me I have already given to someone else.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“Run, a voice inside me whispered.

Stay another begged.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“And looking away didn't save me from Vale's stare, because I could feel his eyes the way one can sense a wolf stalking them in the forest.

Except I wanted to be caught.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“You want more than I can give you,' I whispered.

'I can't imagine that ever being true,' he murmured. 'Because I want only you, Lilith. Whatever of you I can have. I'll take one night. One hour. One minute. Whatever you want to give me. I'll have it.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“Whatever you wish to give me,' he repeated, slowly, like he wanted to make sure I understood. 'I'll have it.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“I always wondered what you were thinking,' he murmured. 'When you look at me like that.'

'Like what?'

'Like I'm a formula to be solved, and you're very intrigued about the answer.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“You do not have to do any of this alone,'...”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“It must be hard,' he murmured. 'To bear the weight of so much affection in a life so short.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“Vale's eyes said, Stay, and for the first time in my life, I wanted to. I wanted to stay so badly I would die for it.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“I knew that- that I would be making a mistake in leaving you,' he said softly. 'I knew it, even if I couldn't name precisely why. So I came for you.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses