Quote by Charlie N. Holmberg Download Open image ““Matrona's heart retreated until it hit her spine, and she quivered with its every beat.”” — Charlie N. Holmberg ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.2 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“Her heart beat hard in her chest, until she felt the echo of its pounding in every part of her.” — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“His heart was wounded like hers, but it was strong, it wouldn't flinch or shy away from her. It would beat faster, harder, in… — Stephanie Garber Copy Share Image
“Her heart staggered and stuttered in her chest, like a rat caught in the cage of her ribs.” — Sarah Hilary Copy Share Image
“Anytime his gaze fell upon her, it was always the same. That awful chest pain, so relentless it was like his heart exploded.” — Allie Burke Copy Share Image
“The tilt of his head as he bent to hear what she was saying made her heart alternately skip a beat and thump against… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“Her heart-her whole heart-turned over in such a poignant rush that all the strength seemed to leave her.” — Laura Frantz Copy Share Image
“When he didn’t say anything else, Odette’s hand moved down his arm, and she slipped her hand inside his. His heart beat like a… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“With each step she took that brought her closer to where I stood, my heart pounded harder against my chest.” — Jamie McGuire Copy Share Image
“Matrona imagined her flush was made of thousands of biting ants, and the soft breeze blew them off her skin as she walked, carrying… — Charlie N. Holmberg Copy Share Image
“Long ago she'd clamped an iron shell around her heart and nothing and no one could pry it lose, but deep inside the tender… — Sarah Sundin Copy Share Image
“Standing on the edge of that darkness, she felt the stirrings of reckless want. A wild sort of bravery beat within her, taking up… — Emily Lloyd-Jones Copy Share Image
“His heart was racing, and he wanted her to hear it. And he wanted her to know that from here on out, it beat… — Priscilla Glenn Copy Share Image
“She believed in Him; she always had. To think He didn’t exist . . . she’d be a shell empty of its nut. God… — Charlie N. Holmberg Copy Share Image
“Mad Olia had a lot to say, and most of it was nonsensical, if it could be understood at all. Like bad poetry spoken… — Charlie N. Holmberg Copy Share Image
“Faith is a very personal thing, really. Just because you don’t meet with a group of people once a week who believe everything exactly… — Charlie N. Holmberg Copy Share Image
“Condemned by your people. Opened the second. Condemned by yourself. Opened the third. To see who you were. Opened the fourth. To see who… — Charlie N. Holmberg Copy Share Image
“Six days. The man had been gone six days, and that was all he had to say about it?” — Charlie N. Holmberg Copy Share Image
“I think life would be much . . . simpler . . . if a man could believe in one solid thing,” he answered, still not looking at her. “Bits and pieces here and there do no good for a man’s soul. Thinking all of it is right or all of it is wrong does no good, either. Just as a magician cannot work… — Charlie N. Holmberg Copy Share
“I’d say, Ceony,” he said after swallowing, “had I not been present for the lessons, I’d think you’d found a way to enchant pasta.” Ceony smiled. “You like it?” He nodded, scooping up another bite. “It tastes just as good as it smells. That’s a sign of a well-rounded person. I should congratulate you.” “On my person or my pasta?”… — Charlie N. Holmberg Copy Share
“Before she went to bed, she loaded her Tatham percussion-lock pistol and added its weight to her bounty of spells. One didn’t always need… — Charlie N. Holmberg Copy Share Image