Quotes From "Spellbound" By Blake Charlton

[Nicodemus] 'Magistra DeVega, can I ask for your help?'[ De Vega] 'You can ask, ' she said with her usual calmness, 'but the clerics haven't developed a cure for death by idiotic leadership. Blake Charlton

You spoke to Nicodemus?' Vivian asked.[ Francesca] 'We did.' V: 'And he trusts you?' F: 'As much as one might after a first impression involving hatchets. Blake Charlton

I don't want to move out of bed." " I don't want to move out of bed either. Let's live here. Michelle M. Pillow

For ya, love, I will be anything ya want... even a potato. Michelle M. Pillow

Would it make you feel better if I had a panic attack?" Jane sat on the couch and suppressed a small yawn. "I mean, it's almost four in the morning and a little early for a panic attack, but I can try to muster up the energy to fake one. Michelle M. Pillow

Ya smell like honey, " he said. " I'm allergic to bees, " she whispered. " I'll do my best not to sting ya, love. Michelle M. Pillow

He took her hand from her head and held it in his. "Your beauty could make a rose blush." " Are you... drunk? Michelle M. Pillow

Is he all right?" Jane asked. " Oh, sure, probably losing a fight against a squirrel, " Angus said. " Or his shadow... Michelle M. Pillow

So, the MacGregors." "Yeah." Jane nodded with a long sigh. "The MacGregors." "I don't get what the big deal is with them, " Charlotte said. " If you saw under their kilts, you would get what the big deal---" Annabelle tried to break in. Michelle M. Pillow

Angus skidded to a stop and lifted his jaw as if sensing he was being watched. He looked in her direction and instantly covered his manhood as his eyes caught Jane's shocked face in the tree limbs. "Oh, lassie." " Oh, naked man, " Jane teased before she could stop herself. Michelle M. Pillow

The Healing spells on his chest were certainly earning their keep tonight. Sullivan got to his feet. The lack of noise from the courtyard indicated that his team had gotten all the mechanical men. “Thanks.”Toru just grunted a noncommittal response as he lifted the feed tray to check the condition of his borrowed machine gun. They didn’t see the final robot inside until it turned on its eye and illuminated the Iron Guard in blue light. Sullivan’s Spike reversed gravity, and the gigantic machine fell upward to hit the steel beams in the ceiling. Sullivan cut his Power and the robot dropped. It crashed hard into the floor where it lay twitching and kicking. The two of them riddled the mechanical man with bullets until the light died and it lay still in a spreading puddle of oil.“ Normally, this would be the part where you thank me for returning the favor and saving your life.”“ Yes. Normally… If we were court ladies instead of warriors, ” Toru answered. “Shall we continue onward or do you wish to stop and discuss your feelings over tea?” Sullivan looked forward to the day that the two of them would be able to finish their fight. “Let’s go. Larry Correia

I have a simple philosophy: Fill what's empty. Empty what's full. Scratch where it itches." by Alice Roosevelt Longworth Claudy Conn

[Francesca] 'You really are a few biscuits short of breakfast.' His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.' You're a few colors shy of a rainbow?' she offered. 'Not pulling a full wagon? Knitting with only one needle? All foam and no beer? Your cheese slid off the cracker? You couldn't pour water out of a boot with instructions on the heel?'[ Nicodemus] 'All right. I get it. Blake Charlton

Iain MacGregor, ” she whispered longingly, looking up. The woods were quiet. Strips of moonlight shone through tree limbs that reached like surreal black fingertips across her vision. A single tear slid down her cheek. She touched her mouth, imagining his kiss. Taking a small pocket knife out of her cargo pants, she looked about. A mystic had once told her that if she left pieces of herself around while she lived, it would expand her haunting territory when she died. Jane wasn’t sure she believed in sideshow magic tricks–or the Old Magick as the mystic had spelled it on her sign. She had no idea what had possessed her to talk to the palm reader and ask about ghosts. Still, just in case, she was leaving her stamp all over the woods. She cut her palm and pressed it to a nearby tree under a branch. Holding the wound to the rough bark stung at first, but then it made her feel better. This forest wouldn’t be a bad eternity. The sound of running feet erupted behind her and she stiffened. No one ever came out here at night. She’d walked the woods hundreds of times. Her mind instantly went to the creepy girl ghosts chanting by the stream.“ Whoohoo! ” Jane whipped around, startled as a streak of naked flesh sprinted past her. The Scottish voice was met with loud cheers from those who followed him. “Water’s this way, lads, or my name isn’t Raibeart MacGregor, King of the Highlands! ”Another naked man dashed through the forest after him. “It smells of freedom.” Jane stayed hidden in the branches, undetected, with her hand pressed to the bark.“ Aye, freedom from your proper Cait, ” Raibeart answered, his voice coming through the dark where he’d disappeared into the trees.“ Murdoch, stop him before he reaches town. Cait will not teleport ya out of jail again, ” a third man yelled, not running quite so fast. “Raibeart, ya are goin’ the wrong way! ”“ Och, Angus, my Cait canna live without me, ” Murdoch, the second streaker, answered. “She’ll always come to my rescue.”“ I said stop him, Murdoch, we’re new to this place.” Angus skidded to a stop and lifted his jaw, as if sensing he was being watched. He looked in her direction and instantly covered his manhood as his eyes caught Jane’s shocked face in the tree limbs. “Oh, lassie.”“ Oh, naked man, ” Jane teased before she could stop herself.“ That I am, ” Angus answered, “but there is an explanation for it.”“ I don’t think some things need explained, ” Jane said. . Michelle M. Pillow

Of course ya love me. I'm very loveable. Michelle M. Pillow

All my life, I've been trying to fill an emptiness inside. But that emptiness... I've built myself around it. Filling it in would be like filling in the empty space within a cathedral. Blake Charlton