Quotes by Brynn Myers

I needed this cold shower for more than one reason; the sexy male from my dream this morning returned during my little siesta. His sultry baritone was still fresh in my mind as I waited for the water to heat up. My Gaelic may have been a bit rusty, but from what I could understand, he had planned quite the erotic encounter under a sacred willow tree. I wasn’t sure I understood the reason for the tree, but he was quite adamant about it. Hey – tree or no tree, when he spoke and kissed my neck, I would have found a way to steal the Eiffel Tower if he had asked.

How foolish of me to have disregarded you, dear goddess. I won’t make that mistake again.

These words you want to remember: if you do not learn to control the power within you, it will consume more than just your enemy.

Cat knew shed arrived in Gaias realm once she saw the Tree of Life, the foundation for all that was above and below.... The Tree of Life, no matter what religion one embraced, was a symbol of consanguinity. It was the universal representation of all that exists. Its network of connections matched that of a forest of aspen trees. Everything was interconnected and all of the roots led back to one source - the creators of all life.

I guess were not going to see them any time soon. Lucas pointed towards the stairs with his fork between bites. Cat chuckled. Probably not, she said before taking a sip of her coffee. I guess if I died for the man I loved and came back to life, I wouldnt be leaving our bed for a while either.

Out of the frying pan and into the fire.

Cats brows shot up as Lucas slid the plate across the counter. Im impressed. I wouldnt have assumed you ate real food much less cooked it, she teased. Im curious, what did you think I ate? he asked as he grabbed a fork and a knife for her. She smiled. I dont know, bats... small critters you happen upon in the underworld. Lucas handed her a napkin. Nah, bats dont really have that much meat on them, he retorted with a grin of his own.

The prophecy stated that Hades most beloved oracle, Sybil, was to bed two males of significance on the same night. Each male had been chosen from the finest of all Hades demons to consecrate this union. They were to fill her not only their seed but with their blood, giving the boys their life and their abilities. On the day of their birth, Sybil announced that her boys were to rule the five rivers and would do so in peace for many years, but that eventually, one of her sons would become the underworlds demise, while the other would become its destiny.

The underworld was made up of many different regions. Each area was its own private sector and not everyone who resided here was malevolent. Some beings here were virtuous, while others had yet to decide what they were - their fates having yet to be decided. Not all dark creatures were evil, just as not all light creatures were moral. Corbin and Quentin were the epitome of that dichotomy.

Jorja felt great after her session with the crew from physical therapy. Shed never been one for acting, but if Cat could have seen her, shed have offered her the Academy Award for Best Performance by a Previously Dead Person in a Reincarnated Body. Jorja chuckled at the thought...

Live your life. The reset button has been pushed.

Funny how things have turned out, huh, Jorja. Your mother is the demon and your lover is the nurturer, Jorja commented into the air.

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

He whispered as he kissed down her neck. “I would love nothing more than to take you right here on the counter, Fire Angel, but if I’m late to meet with your grandmothers, they might just decide to throw my ass on a funeral pyre and I wouldn’t be back for three days.

Aerric took another sip of his whiskey as his manservant left the room. His thoughts had distracted him from the truth of the moment…. His mate, his love, and how she had betrayed him. He wasn’t sure if he could find his way back, no matter how much he loved her. Aerric waved his hand and the fire in the hearth died out. He sat in his pitch-black office, hoping the memories of her and their love would become like the room… perfect darkness.

I never seem to have any level of restraint with you, woman.

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.

When Morrigan and Brighid created Aerric, he had no need for emotions, he only needed to be a great warrior, and for thousands of years he was just that… the perfect killing machine.

The end is also the beginning. In order to arrive at your destiny, you must first accept the path that lies ahead. It is paved with loss, betrayal, and sorrow, but the circle is not at its end You must continue on until you find your true center and your peace.

Maybe next time youll take me up on dinner. I doubt it, Mr. Holbrook. Im pretty sure hell will freeze over first. Again he smiled. Well, that may be happening sooner than you think, my dear.