Quotes From "Dragon Actually" By G.A. Aiken

Morfyd’s care. As she walked out of the cave she passed Annwyl walking in. The girl had her swords in one hand. The other hand held her ripped shirt and bindings over her ample breasts. Her brows angled down into a dark frown and she wouldn’t even look at Morfyd as she passed.“ How did that talk go then?” Morfyd called over her shoulder.“ Shut. Up.”Morfyd laughed as she advanced into the glen toward the clearing where she could take off. She rounded a corner and came upon her brother, his chainmail shirt and sword in his big hand, heading toward the hidden entrance of his cave. She watched him as he passed and she noticed the long scratches across his back.“ How did that talk go then?” Morfyd called over her shoulder.“ Shut. Up.”Morfyd shook her head. If love always made you this pathetic, she wanted nothing to do with it. . G.A. Aiken

Well, you didn’t think I’d just roll over, did you?”“ Actually I was hoping for an on-all-fours sort of thing. G.A. Aiken

You wanted hatchlings.”“ I know. I just didn’t want those hatchlings. Personally, I blame your father.” Bercelak’s eyes grew wide. “Excuse me?” On a burst of laughter, she exclaimed, “Well that came out horribly wrong! G.A. Aiken

You two are perfect together. And one day .. . one day your children will change everything. G.A. Aiken

He sneered at his father. “He’ll live. I’m going after her.”“ What?” His sister stood up in front of her brother. “Fearghus, don’t. She’s angry. Very angry. She impaled your father .. . twice. Give her some time to calm down. G.A. Aiken

Brastias. My friend.” Uh-oh, this couldn’t be good. “Do you lie to me?”“ Uh. .. no.”“ See? That’s a lie! G.A. Aiken

There was even a story passed among the queen’s court that when freshly hatched, Rhiannon bit her mother on the neck when she tried to cuddle her new daughter. But Rhiannon didn’t believe that for one second. True, she believed she bit her mother, but she didn’t believe her mother had tried to cuddle her. G.A. Aiken

She lived her life as a dragon and never understood those who didn’t. Why anyone would want to be human was beyond her understanding... And damn it all, she was brilliant! G.A. Aiken

It was a good thing I recognized you or I might have had a lovely meal of you with some parsley. And potatoes. G.A. Aiken

I won’t tolerate her hurting you, my son. I’ll kill the bitch first.”“ Weren’t you the one who tried to cut father’s throat before he Claimed you?”" He deserved it, G.A. Aiken

Nothing hurts me, Low Born. Absolutely nothing.”“ How is that possible?” And for some reason he sounded as if he truly cared about her answer.“ When you stop feeling anything, you find it quite possible. G.A. Aiken

She made you smile.”“ Aye. Rhiannon always makes me smile.” Shalin dropped her head against her son’s chest. “Dark gods, I’ve lost you forever.” Bercelak rolled his eyes. “I think, Mother, that’s a tad extreme. G.A. Aiken

Lorcan rubbed his head. “Am I asking too much to want the little bitch dead? Am I?” It seemed Hefaidd-Hen learned long ago not to answer certain questions. “All I want is for her to suffer a painful, horrifying death. And for her head to be on a spike in front of my castle. That’s all I want. G.A. Aiken

How’s your father?”“ How do you think he is? You stabbed him in the foot.”“ I would have aimed for his heart, but I wasn’t sure he actually had one. Do any of you have one? G.A. Aiken

The bastard was effectively stuck until he and Morfyd helped him. Fearghus smiled a little at his father’s suffering and the female who caused it. I do love that woman. G.A. Aiken

Oh, sorry. I’m not. .. uh. .. interrupting something that will make me uncomfortable, am I? G.A. Aiken

He sighed. A year since he’d left her the morning after the final battle with her brother. A year since he’d held her in his arms. A year since he’d kissed her. A year since he’d buried his head between her thighs. A year since she’d punched him in the face. G.A. Aiken

Now she sat in their dining hall, a book in her lap but unread while she stared blankly across the room. Bercelak’s kin kept themselves busy by sharpening weapons, reading, talking, or setting things on fire with small bursts of flame. G.A. Aiken