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First published July 30, 2013
Søren couldn’t live in a world without Nora. Kingsley couldn’t live in a world without Søren. Her death would be like the sinking of a great ship. She would take them all down with her.
"There is nothing I wouldn't do to protect you, Eleanor. Nothing I wouldn't do to help you. And nothing I wouldn't do to save you. Nothing."
“I want her to be safe.”
“You don’t want her to be safe. She is safe with us. You want her to be saved. You can’t save someone-”
“I know. I know... I can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved.”
“No. You can’t save someone who doesn’t need to be saved.”
“Love versus love, King. you’re comparing infinities. There is no ‘more,’ That’s not how love works. If it’s love, it’s infinite. You can’t count it.”
The old priest Peter Gilligan
Was weary night and day;
For half his flock were in their beds,
Or under green sods lay.
Once, while he nodded on a chair,
At the moth-hour of eve,
Another poor man sent for him,
And he began to grieve.
'I have no rest, nor joy, nor peace,
For people die and die';
And after cried he, 'God forgive!
My body spake, not I!'
He knelt, and leaning on the chair
He prayed and fell asleep;
And the moth-hour went from the fields,
And stars began to peep.
They slowly into millions grew,
And leaves shook in the wind;
And God covered the world with shade,
And whispered to mankind.
Upon the time of sparrow-chirp
When the moths came once more.
The old priest Peter Gilligan
Stood upright on the floor.
'Mavrone, mavrone! the man has died
While I slept on the chair';
He roused his horse out of its sleep,
And rode with little care.
He rode now as he never rode,
By rocky lane and fen;
The sick man's wife opened the door:
'Father! you come again!'
'And is the poor man dead?' he cried.
'He died an hour ago.'
The old priest Peter Gilligan
In grief swayed to and fro.
'When you were gone, he turned and died
As merry as a bird.'
The old priest Peter Gilligan
He knelt him at that word.
'He Who hath made the night of stars
For souls who tire and bleed,
Sent one of His great angels down
To help me in my need.
'He Who is wrapped in purple robes,
With planets in His care,
Had pity on the least of things
Asleep upon a chair.'"
"Don't be afraid," he whispered against her lips. "This life is nothing but one blink of God's eyes. He'll blink again, and we'll be back together."
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“Don’t be afraid,” he whispered against her lips. “This life is nothing but one blink of God’s eyes. He’ll blink again, and we’ll be back together.”
“Love versus love. King, you’re comparing infinities. There is no ‘more.’ That’s not how love works. If it’s love, it’s infinite. You can’t count it.”
Jabberwocky, Nora, age eighteen, had answered on the day Søren started training her. I always loved that monster.
He was always my favorite monster, Søren had said.
And Nora, then still just Eleanor, remembered smiling at him, kissing him...
You’re my favorite monster, she said against his lips.
“I knelt at his feet because I felt like that’s where I belonged. And no, not because I was so unworthy of him, but because he was so utterly worthy of my devotion.”
“Mon roi,” she whispered, and Kingsley’s heart clenched at the name she called him only in their most private moments. “Please, be safe. I need you.”
A thousand times she’d whispered that to him...breathed it across silk sheets as she crawled to him, moaned it into his ear as he entered her. But those words had a new meaning now that had nothing to do with passion anymore.
“I need you, too,” he said. “I need you to do as I tell you. Stay there. Stay safe. You’ll be home soon.”
“Søren loved Kingsley...loves Kingsley,” she corrected. There was no past tense with Søren. When he loved, what he loved, who he loved, he loved eternally. “Sometimes the only way to show someone you love them is to let them go. It’s hard, though. It’s so fucking hard.”
“But you must know it takes nothing away from us, away from my love for you, any more than my love for you takes anything away from what I feel for him. Not that he understands that.”
Nora regretted every last time she’d told Søren she hated him. Hopefully, he knew she never meant it, that she only said it because she didn’t know how else to tell him how annoying it was to be loved that much by someone who was so right all the damn time about everything.
“I always loved you. I never once stopped loving you. All those times I said I hated you, I never meant them, not once. I loved every part of you, every secret, every sin. I love what you are and what you do and how you make me feel so scared and so safe all at the same time.”
Chess is a beautiful Mistress
"I gave them my death as a gift...and now I'm taking my gift back."
In the game of chess; the Queen protects her King.
Søren couldn’t live in a world without Nora. Kingsley couldn’t live in a world without Søren. Her death would be like the sinking of a great ship. She would take them all down with her.
“Don’t be afraid,” he whispered against her lips. “This life is nothing but one blink of God’s eyes. He’ll blink again, and we’ll be back together.”
When he loved, what he loved, who he loved, he loved eternally.
“First Samuel 18:1. ‘And it came to pass, when he had made an end of speaking unto Saul, that the soul of Jonathan was knit with the soul of David, and Jonathan loved him as his own soul.’ First Samuel 20:16-17. ‘So Jonathan made a covenant with the house of David, saying, “Let the Lord even require it at the hands of David’s enemies.” And Jonathan caused David to swear again, because he loved him: for he loved as he loved his own soul.’ Second Samual 1:26. ‘I am distressed for thee, my brother Jonathan...thy love to me was wonderful, passing the love of women.””
“Sometimes the only way to show someone you love them is to let them go. It’s hard, though. It’s so fucking hard.”
“Love versus love. King, you’re comparing infinities. There is no ‘more’. That’s not how love works. If it’s love, it’s infinite. You can’t count it.”
“I know that love is giving yourself to someone else. Giving yourself to someone without losing yourself.”
“Jeg elsker deg, min lille en, Du tilhører mig.”
I love you, Little One. You belong to me.
“Because there is nothing I wouldn’t do to protect you, Eleanor. Nothing I wouldn’t do to help you. And nothing I wouldn’t do to save you. Nothing.”
He's the most beautiful man on earth, he's got an inner drive and power that I'm drawn to, he can scare the shit out of someone with a glance, he can put someone on their knees with a word, he can see into your soul if you make the mistake of looking into his eyes. And it is a mistake because you will never want to look away again no matter how bare and naked he lays your most private self. I knelt at his feet because I felt like that's where I belonged. And no, not because I was so unworthy of him, but because he was so utterly worthy of my devotion.
"You can love more than one person."I savored every word! And this time around - since I knew it was coming - I wasn't left glaring at the book because of events at the very end of the story.
"Don't try to mind fuck a mindfucker."I find her fascinating, a wonderful mix of predator and willing victim.
Soren had taught her to be strong. Any woman sharing the bed of a sadist had to be strong.And her sense of humor is so very entertaining in this installment.
"You know Soren's not a vampire, right? He's a sadist. You don't turn kinky just because he bites you."And, of course, her love for Soren is neverending.
"I knelt at his feet because I felt like that's where I belonged. And no, not because I was so unworthy of him, but because he was so utterly worthy of my devotion."~SIGH~ Love it!
"Because there is nothing I wouldn't do to protect you, Eleanor. Nothing I wouldn't do to help you. And nothing I wouldn't do to save you. Nothing."
Tiffany Reisz has done it again!
She has created another emotional, mindblowing roller coaster ride that will leave you reeling with the after shocks long after you're finished...
I don't think I've ever been as conflicted about one of her stories as I was with this one. Weel, to be honest, it was mostly the last 10% of the story that left me a little confused and conflicted. Other than that, I pretty much enjoyed The Mistress just as much as the rest of the magnificent Original Sinners series!
The Mistress picks up right were The Prince left off, the moment were Nora was bound and taken captive by an old and unexpected enemy from Søren and Kingsley's past. This leaves not only her fiance Wesley, but also Søren and Kingsley in distress, neither of them wants to think about what would happen if something bad were to happen to Nora...
"Søren couldn't live in a world without Nora. Kingsley couldn't live in a world without Søren. Her death would be like the sinking of a great ship. She would take them all down with her."
"You're like a fabric all woven together. I want to pull one thread and see you all unravel. To kill one of you will kill you all. I want to watch this happen. I want to see it unfold before my eyes."
"You're trying to put a collar on a tiger. It won't turn it into a housecat."
*********************MINI-RANT OVER*********************
What I am happy about though, is that almost all of the other players finally got their happy ending, I think . I'm really glad with how everything turned out except for , and I would have loved to find out everyone's reaction to the little bomb that was dropped right at the ending...
Overall, I still really enjoyed The Mistress and Tiffany Reisz has once again proven why The Original Sinners-series is one of my all time favorite series. Already *very much* looking forward to more Soren of Tiffany Reisz' talented writing in the next installment, The Priest.
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"Because there is nothing I wouldn't do to protect you, Eleanor. Nothing I wouldn't do to help you. And nothing I wouldn't do to save you. Nothing."
"I get her out."
"You and what army?"
"I don't need an army."
"What, are you the French James Bond or something?"
"Of course not. James Bond is vanilla."
"There is nothing I wouldn't do to protect you, Eleanor. Nothing I wouldn't do to help you. And nothing I wouldn't do to save you. Nothing."
"If it's love, it's infinite."
“Love versus love. King, you’re comparing infinities. There is no ‘more.’ That’s not how love works. If it’s love, it’s infinite. You can’t count it…”
Kingsley knelt down at Søren’s feet and rested his hand on Nora’s hip right under where she’d been kicked. They’d both been wounded for their sins, and both found their healing at his feet and in his arms.
A world without Nora Sutherlin was a world without Søren. If the priest lost his Little One, especially if her death happened because of something Søren had done, no matter how inadvertently, it would mean his destruction. Søren couldn’t live in a world without Nora. Kingsley couldn’t live in a world without Søren. Her death would be like the sinking of a great ship. She would take them all down with her.
It seems you have a pathological fear of making any definitive choices in your life. You flit from man to man and never completely commit to anyone. Once you make a decision, you don’t stick with it. You promised yourself to him,” she said, pointing at Søren, “and then you left him. You had another man in your life and you sent him away. Then you went back to my husband but you didn’t stay with him, either. Back and forth, back and forth.
Money bought nothing in Kingsley’s world but a key to the front door. Once inside, they built their own kingdoms. Dominants with boring day jobs earned respect with the power they created out of their own dignity and desires. Exquisite submissives— male and female— who laid themselves out on the altar of sacrifice and sexuality in order to find themselves at someone else’s feet. Wesley always accused the people of her world of putting on costumes and playing dress-up. He had no idea that the suits and the ties and the beige pumps and navy slacks her people wore during the day were the real costumes that they shed when they came out after dark.
Know that love is giving yourself to someone else. Giving yourself to someone without losing yourself.
“Sometimes only way to show someoneSøren loved Nora for 20 years who in her very young age made him take his oath of celibacy back, who had a tendency to fall in trouble every chance she got. Took her under his wing, protected her, made her a strong independent woman and gave her his every wisdom but couldn’t give her a happily ever after. His heart loved her but his conscience wanted to set her free so that she could find somebody who isn’t worried to declare their love or worry about seeing together or atleast who would give her a family. Every time he sets her free every time she ran from him towards her freedom she never could deny the fact nobody loves her the way Søren did and that she always belonged to him.
you love them is to let them go.”
“Why do you love me so much, you stupid man?”Those two were so imperfect yet perfect for each other. Let it be their open relationship, her need for dalliance, they never tried to change each other but accept it with open heart. Even with so many lovers who could buy her happiness she preferred being a priest’s MISTRESS rather than somebody’s wife. That’s something so tragically beautiful and best love story I’ve ever heard since forever.
He smiled down at her.
“Because I met you.”
“I knelt at his feet becauseI’m glad that I was so wrong about Søren from beginning because seeing him from Nora’s eyes and listening him talk about her made me realized the prince charming and the damsel in despair need not be a normal people with perfect life but just two irrevocably loving, forgiving heart without expecting anything in return. All I want to say is-you have not seen true love until you have met Søren and his Eleanor.
I felt like that’s where I belonged.
And no, not because I was so unworthy of him,
but because he was so utterly worthy of my devotion.”