Fox Quotes

“I glanced around the table and found Kyan staring down at the table. I knew for a fact he wasn’t sleeping, not here among such others – he was far too cautious for that. I smiled to myself when I saw the edge of a page as it turned – typical of him to be reading at a banquet that all territories would kill to attend.”
― E.V. Drake, Elves of Fate: Denial

“Kyan scowled from the depths of the cushions he was collecting. "I need the purchasing details for this. I want ten!" I didn't doubt that he would put a couch in every place he ever dwelled for longer than five minutes.”
― E.V. Drake, Elves of Fate: Denial

“Among the diverse array of what humans assume to be mythical creatures, there was the Cynergian fox; kitsune; dragon-fox; kumiho and so forth. But however people wished to identify them, they were, at the heart of it, a fox.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“Can I ask a question?” Kino watched the centaur leave, then smiled at the Prime. “If it is: 'can I sit on the throne?', my answer is the same as the other nine hundred and eighty-six times you asked.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“Right. Then I guess the next step is getting in closer.” Kino grinned. “I volunteer!” “No,” they said in unison. “Spoilsports.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“Hyde? You gotta be shitting me! If Theo’s last name was Jekyll, she was doing a runner immediately!”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“Oh, dear. Have I broken you with my suave beauty already? I thought I'd have to seduce you a little first.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“Say whatever you wish, Harper. It stays here. The aim is to find the path to your memories and help you develop a better coping strategy for when things go awry.” His smile was comforting; encouraging.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“I’m pretty possessive when it comes to my memories. There are so few left of the ones I really want to hold on to and way too many painful ones.” “As much as I wish to make things easier for you, we can’t have you forgetting all the bad things that have occurred or will in the future. Most people would love the ability to pick and choose which things to recall, but it’s not helpful for personality development. Even painful memories have a part to play and should be studied; to remember is to learn and grow. Memories are what make us who we are.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“Hey! I’m going nowhere, and you can’t make me!” “Why did you have to say something like that?” She suspected that Kino's exasperation was fake. He was far too happy about—everything. “I'll just have to carry you, then.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“WHOA—WAIT!” Harper begged. “What the fuck is going on, Harps?” Reef lay there, giving Aya his best look of seething fury. “You know this person?” Kino asked. “Yeah. He's my friend. Can you… erm, not kill him please, Mr Aya?”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“I’m wounded, Tiger. You don't believe me? And I thought you loved me.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“Sorry. I hijacked your dog.” “It appears he thought you needed him more than he needed to chase seagulls.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“If you have girl troubles—” “I have no such thing!” Tiris snapped a little too quickly. “Whatever you say, Boss. Don't forget, I saw you two kissing.” Kino sighed wistfully. “Man, was that hot.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“Your hypocritic oath is a real pain in the tail sometimes, Doc.” “Hippocratic, Kino. Please stop referring to it as otherwise. It’s been decades, and the joke isn’t funny.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“One day Tiris would catch Kino merrily skipping along, having stirred up mischief somewhere. So far, no one had ever caught sight of it, but they all sensed that the skipping occurred.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“Don't you get sick of winning?” Wes fiddled with his tie, a sign he was seriously stuck. “I could ask the same of you and your losing streak.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“Wes had been so absorbed in the game that he forgot a very important fact: Harper and Tiris were yet to be properly introduced – not that it mattered now. “What the bloody—” Her gaze fell from Tiris' stunned face to Tenko at his heel and back again. “I… but. Red?” She began to back away, startled and understandably confused. Tiris quirked a brow for a second, immeasurably touched by the sweet and very personal name Harper had gifted him, then turned to his assistants.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“While in my presence, you will refrain from using such words. You are a woman of intelligence with a vast vocabulary. Use it. Without cursing.” “But cursing is way more fun.” She blinked innocently. The need to mess with him was a deliciously overwhelming urge almost as great as those other urges. She was annoyed at him and herself. “It’s just so fucking great!”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“The name. Verglas.” He sighed, irritated. “My name is Aya Verglas. Call me Aya, or call me Mr Verglas. Even Verglas, if you must. Mr Aya makes my skin crawl.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“Whoa! At least let me leave first!” “But then you couldn’t witness my epic state of sexiness.” Shirtless, Kino flashed another of those killer grins to double up the impact. Had she ever seen so many muscles on one torso? He carried it all so well. What's worse, he was far from a meathead, adding to the overall attraction. “I knew she wouldn’t be able to resist. Look, she's drooling.” “Am not!” Her hand flew to her mouth. “You had to check, though.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“Why are you here?!” Aya snapped, and the giant hound growled ominously in reply. “Don't be so mean to him. He's just a baby!” Finally! Someone she liked and who seemed to like her back. She dropped to her knees, squishing Tenko's face between her palms and snuggling him without fear. “Just a ba… Are you insane?” Rushton gasped.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“Her blue eyes were lovely, but her true eyes were so stunning when unmasked. Since crossing paths again, Tiris longed to see them like the night they first met. For whatever reason, she hid her true self from the world, and he would respect that until she was ready. After all, he had a fairly sizeable disguise of his own.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“Look at all this hair!” She sighed, touching the silvery strands. “I can’t believe what I’m seeing. You're so beautiful.” “Thanks.” He grinned. “I knew you’d fall for me eventually.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“I suppose. They call me ‘The Sword Arm of the Prime’, but I wouldn’t put much store in such things. They also call me a whore and a murderer… and once, once I was called ugly.” He hissed it like the word could ever be true. Beauty wasn’t everything, but whoever said that to him was obviously angry at the mischievous guy for something. It was so far from the truth it was a sin.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“It is often said that we are drawn to our missing pieces. Those with a purpose in your destiny will cross your path countless times until that road has been walked. I could no longer ignore the signs.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“I know the secrets you hide behind those pretty blue lenses, and one day you will trust enough to reveal yourself to me fully.” “Why would you want to…?” Her voice trailed lazily while his lips brushed her skin. “So, you can be accepted and free.” It had to be difficult for him to say, but hearing his honest expression left her winded and tearful.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“Red!” Harper found his smile. “Oh, my God! The piano!” “Be calm.” Easy for you to say. “You have to get an exterminator. The piano’s infested!” She clung to his hair as there were no robes to grab. Why was he half-naked? “You have one of those bin-diving junk monkeys in there. You'll never get rid of it if you don't catch it now!”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“Hey, Red?” she whispered, though she suspected the angry guy could hear, his scowl intensified when she called the Prime by a pet name. “Who’s that?” “This is Maldor. Or better known as the 'Bin-diving junk monkey', was it?!” “With respect, Your Grace, the laughing is just as insulting as the nickname.” Maldor sighed.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“Yeah, you repulse me. Take it off. All of it!” She laughed until his hands went to the tie that held his trousers closed. “Whoa, no! I was kidding. Bloody Hell, you don't do well with humour, do you?”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles