The jeers that had risen as Barak’s and Greldik’s ships had been manoeuvred onto their wheeled carriages turned rather quickly into angry mutterings as the carriages, pulled by teams of Algar horses, rolled effortlessly toward the escarpments past men straining with every ounce of strength to move their ships even a few inches at a time. To leave it all to artistry, Barak and Greldik ordered their men to lounge indolently on the decks of their ships, drinking ale an playing dice.
—Portage of the Cherek Ships [Belgariad Book 5 Enchanters End Game - David Eddings] (via stonescrumble
She kissed him - a serious kind of kiss that made his breath catch in his throat and his heart pound.
When she finally released her grip about his neck, he looked around the glade nervously. A fluttering movement near the foot of the pool caught his eye. He coughed, looking slightly embarrassed.
“What’s the matter?” she asked him.
“I think that butterfly is watching,” he said with a slight flush.
It could not be love. That was impossible. Love for a peasant scullion - no matter how nice he was - was quite out of the question. … Ce’Nedra did not *want* to send Garion away and never see him again. The very thought of doing so made her lip tremble. So, quite obviously, what she felt was not - and could not - be love.
—Castle of Wizardry [Book 4 of the Belgariad] - David Eddings (via stonescrumble
If a mare looks admiringly at a stallion, you’d know how things stood immediately, wouldn’t you? But when it comes to your own people, you simply can’t see at all, can you?
—Adara > Hettar [Belgariad Book 5 Enchanters End Game - David Eddings] (via stonescrumble
Oh, Lady Polgara," Ce’Nedra wailed, suddenly throwing herself into Polgara’s arms. "I-I’ve l-lost him. He-he’s in love with h-h-her."
“Who’s that dear?” Polgara asked her calmly.
“Garion. He’s in love with that Adara, and he doesn’t even know I’m alive any m-m-more.”
“You silly little goose,” Polgara chided her gently.
“He *does* love her, doesn’t he?” Ce’Nedra demanded.
“Of course he does, dear.”
“I knew it,” Ce’Nedra wailed, collapsing into a fresh storm of weeping.
“It’s only natural for him to love her,” Polgara continued, “She’s his cousin after all.
—Castle of Wizardry [Book 4 of the Belgaraiad] - David Eddings (via stonescrumble
His large eyes searched the group gathering until they found Taiba, and then a kind of tension seemed to go out of him. Without speaking, he walked toward her. Their meeting was silent, and they did not touch, though Taiba’s hand moved involuntarily toward him several times. They stood in the golden sunlight with their eyes lost in each other’s faces, drawing about them a profound kind of privacy that absolutely ignore the presence of others. Taiba’s eyes remained constantly on Relg’s face, but there was in them nothing of that vacant, placid adoration that filled Ariana’s eyes when she looked at Lelldorin. There was rather a question - even a challenge. Relg’s answering look was the troubled gaze of a man torn between two overpowering compulsions.
Uglo’s arrive at the Stronghold [Belgariad Book 5 Enchanters End Game - David Eddings] (via stonescrumble)
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Taiba’s meeting with Relg, on the other hand, involved no words. The beautiful Marag woman, who had emerged from the slave pens beneath Rak Cthol only to enter a slavery even more profound, flew to the Ulgo fanatic’s side upon his return. With a low cry, she unthinkingly embraced him. Relg flinched away from her, but the almost automatic, “Don’t touch me,” seemed to die on his lips, and his eyes went very wide as she clung to him. Then Taiba remembered his aversion and helplessly let her arms drop, but her violet eyes glowed as they drank in his pale, large-eyed face. Then, slowly as if he were putting his arm into fire, Relg reached out and took her hand. A brief look of incredulity crossed her face, followed almost immediately by a slow blush. They looked into each other’s eyes for a moment, then walked off together hand in hand.
Taiba’s eyes were demurely downcast, but there hovered about her rich, sensual mouth a tiny little smile of triumph.
—[Belgariad Book 5 Enchanters End Game - David Eddings] (via stonescrumble
Mandorallen set his lance as he charged, and a strange sound drifted back through the wind as he thundered towards the advancing Hrulgin. Mandorallen was laughing.
Magician’s Gambit [Book 3 of the Belgariad] - David Eddings (via stonescrumble)
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The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.
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