Quotes by Marie Irish

“You're not falling for me, are you, Irish?"-Adam to Gabrielle””

“For the record, Irish," he informed her tightly, just in case she got the wrong idea, "I kneel to no one.””

“Now it's not just my lip you'll be needing to kiss if you're wishing to make amends with me, Irish.””

“We seem to have lost the gift of patience, of waiting for time to unfold its story.””

“Early Summer, loveliest season,The world is being colored in.While daylight lasts on the horizon,Sudden, throaty blackbirds sing.The dusty-colored cuckoo cuckoos."Welcome, summer" is what he says.Winter's unimaginable.The wood's a wickerwork of boughs.Summer means the river's shallow,Thirsty horses nose the pools.Long heather spreads out on bog pillows.White bog cotton droops in bloom.Swallows swerve and flicker up.Music starts behind the mountain.There's moss and a lush growth underfoot.Spongy marshland glugs and stutters.Bog banks shine like ravens' wings.The cuckoo keeps on calling welcome.The speckled fish jumps; and the strongSwift warrior is up and running.A little, jumpy, chirpy fellowHits the highest note there is;The lark sings out his clear tidings.Summer, shimmer, perfect days.””

“Inch by tantalizing inch, he brought the shirt up exposing his six pack abs. Kim’s mouth went dry as more and more of his chest was revealed to her view. Her tongue ran over her parched lips. All she could think about was licking something off those abs. It could have been poison and she would have gladly licked it and begged for more.””