"I'm about to draw away from Gram and leave the courtroom when the man turns his face, lifts his eyes. Our gazes connect. Haze...moreSienna & Lucas! Yum.
"I'm about to draw away from Gram and leave the courtroom when the man turns his face, lifts his eyes. Our gazes connect. Hazel and blue. Predator and prey."
"God, please don't let him remember me. For a moment, I'm sure he has no clue who I am, that he'll go back to chatting it up with Boobs McBeal. By now there would've been tens, hundreds, of other girls. I'm nothing to him. I'm the weirdo, I tell myself. But then, a slow, animalistic smile of realization stretches across Lucas Wolfe's face. It makes me feel like he'll devour me whole at any second. It's also the exact same grin he gave me two years ago, right after I refused to let him cuff me to his bed, and just before he litereally told me to get the fuck out of his house."
"Without a second thought, I accept the request. And just like that, I'm friends with the enemy's little worker bee."
"He's standing a mere foot away from me, looking directly into my eyes as he blocks my path out of the booth. He's calm and gorgeous, amused and completely animal. Right now, he embodies everything I want and everything I fear."
"'Your fucking hair...' he murmurs against my thumb. His tongue flicks my skin every syllable, and it feels so deliciously good. 'What do you want from me?' 'Everything,' he whispers, dropping my hand. Touching his lips to my temple, he inhales the scent of me. I listen to the sound of his breathing, let the warmth from his body send waves of heat and pleasure through me. I moan. He lets out a growl."
"'I was drunk, Holly.' 'So? Drunks and kids speak the truth.' 'And they both pee on themselves. Your point being?'"
"She tugged at his hand, trying to free herself, and when she couldn't, a totally unexpected shiver of excitement ran through her."
"Christy didn't allow any space between them. Without even knowing it herself, she demanded intimacy of a magnitude he'd never known."
"The insecurity in her voice sliced through his soul."
"Cole had been right; there was something about the way a book smelled and felt on your fingers that was special. And the way a kid's eyes opened in wonder when they went over the tattered pages."
"'No one has ever owned any part of me, until now. You own me, love. Heart, soul, body. All of me, I'm yours.'"
"He cleared his throat. 'What about for a husband? Would I be considered for the position if I promise to work on those two traits?' Before she could collect her jaw from the floor, he continued, "And I have other virtues: I'm dependable, I never give up, I'll defend you to my very last breath, and I'll love you unconditionally forever.'" (less)
"Okay, okay. Time for the game face. I am not a gnome of self pity. I'm an imp of pure ass-kickery. A fuck-yeah fairy. Right?"
"'You can say his name.'...more"Okay, okay. Time for the game face. I am not a gnome of self pity. I'm an imp of pure ass-kickery. A fuck-yeah fairy. Right?"
"'You can say his name.' I took a long sip of wine. 'Craig, Craig, Craig. There. I said it.' 'Don't do that again." Linc tutted. 'He might be like Beetle Juice - say it three times and he'll appear.'"
"I poked him in the ribs. 'What were you expecting?' 'I dunno. Bats, a coffin? Women's shoes in trannie sizes?' 'I was expecting all sorts of weird super villain shit, like a fisn tank floor full of sharks and giant squid.'"(less)
"'I am a person who knows almost nothing about anything.' 'Don't you think it's dangerous?' 'What's dangerous...moreI really liked this story! Van & Evie
"'I am a person who knows almost nothing about anything.' 'Don't you think it's dangerous?' 'What's dangerous?' 'To know almost nothing about anything but trust me all the same.'"
"Professor Dickinson spent two hours explaining how evolution couldn't possibly have happened. I spent a further two wondering if I actually existed or not."
"'I think you'd be wise not to call her that again, Mr. Bennett,' Van said, in a voice she'd never heard before. Apparently, both men were turning into different creatures right before her eyes, and the one Van had chosen was scary as fuck. His tone sounded like that molten metal, hardened into steel. His hand gripped hers tightly, but only to maneuver her until she was almost behind him."
"And when she raised her hands to the sky and felt the air running through her fingers, with no one saying stop or don't or you can't, she knew it clearly. She was free."
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"I have often thought that with any luck at all I could have been born a werewolf, be...moreLOVE this story. Be warned, the last few quotes contain spoilers!
"I have often thought that with any luck at all I could have been born a werewolf, because the two middle fingers on both my hands are the dame length, but I have had to be content with what I had."
"The last time I glanced at the library books on the kitchen shelf they were more than five months overdue, and I wondered whether I would have chosen differently if I had known that these were the last books, the ones which would stand forever on our kitchen shelf."
"The people of the village have always hated us."
"All of the village was of a piece, a time, and a style; it was as though the people needed the ugliness of the village, and fed on it. The houses and the stores seemed to have been set up in contemptuous haste to provide shelter for the drab and the unpleasant, and the Rochester house and the Blackwood house and even the town hall had been brought here perhaps accidentally from some far lovely country where people lived with grace. Perhaps the fine houses had been captured - perhaps as punishment for the Rochesters and the Blackwoods and their secred bad hearts? - and were held prisoner in the village; perhaps their slow rot was a sign of the ugliness of the villagers."
"...whatever planned to be colorful lost it's heart quickly in the village."
"I always thought about rot when I came toward the row of stores; I thought about burning black painful rot that ate away from the inside, hurting dreadfully. I wished it on the village."
"I always stood perfectly straight and stiff when the children came close, because I was afraid of them. I was afraid that they might touch me and the mothers would come at me like a flock of taloned hawks; that was always the picture I had in my mind - birds descending, striking, gashing with razor claws."
"I never turned; it was enough to feel them all there in back ofme without looking into their flat grey faces with the hating eyes. I wish you were all dead, I thought, and longed to say it out loud."
"I was never sorry when I had thoughts like this; I only wished they would come true. 'It's wrong to hate them,' Constance said, 'it only weakens you.' but I hated them anyway, and wondered why it had been worth creating them in the first place."
"Without looking I could see the grinning and the gesturing; I wished they were all dead and I was walking on their bodies."
"Their tongues will burn, I thought, as though they had eaten fire. Their throats will burn when the words come out, and in their bellies they will feel a torment hotter than a thousand fires."
"All our land was enriched with my treasures buried in it, thickly inhabited just below the surface with my marbles and my teeth and my colored stones, all perhaps turned to jewels by now, held together under the ground in a powerful taut web which never loosened, but held fast to guard us."
"I wondered about going down to the creek, but I had no reason to suppose that the creek would even be there, since I never visited it on Tuesday mornings;"
"I was thinking that being a demon and a ghost must be very difficult, even for Charles; if he ever forgot, or let his disguise drop for a minute, he would be recognized at once and driven away; he must be extremely careful to use the same voice every time, and present the same face and the same manner without a slip; he must be constantly on guard against betraying himself. I wondered if he would turn back to his true form when he was dead."
"I was thinking of Charles. I could turn him into a fly and drop him into a spider's web and watch him tangled and helpless and struggling, shut into the body of a dying buzzing fly; I could wish him dead until he died. I could fasten him to a tree and keep him there until he grew into the trunk and bark grew over his mouth. I could bury him in the hole where my box of silver dollars had been so safe until he came; if he was under the ground I could walk over him stamping my feet."
"'My niece Mary Katherine has been a long time dead, young man. She did not survive the loss of her family; I supposed you knew that.' 'What?' Charles turned furiously to Constance. 'My niece Mary Katherine died in an orphanage, of neglect, during her sister's trial for murder. But she is of very little consequence to my book, and so we will have done with her."
"I disliked having a fork pointed at me and I disliked the sound of the voice never stopping; I wished he would put food on the fork and put it into his mouth and strangle himself."
"If everyone in the world saw different colors from different eyes there might be a great many new colors still to be invented."
"'I am going to put death in all their food and watch them die.' Constance stirred, and the leaves rustled. 'The way you did before?' she asked. It had never been spoken of between us, not once in six years. 'Yes,' I said after a minute, 'the way I did before.'
"Uncle Julian had believed that I was dead, and now he was dead himself; bow your heads to our beloved Mary Katherine, I thought, or you will be dead."
"We moved together very slowly toward the house, trying to understand its ugliness and ruin and shame."
"I wondered which of them had pushed over Constance's harp, and I remembered that I had heard it cry as it fell."
"Constance went to the mantel and set the Dresden figurine back in its place below the portrait of our mother and for one quick minute the great shadowy room came back togethere again, as it should be, and then fell apart forever."
"Constance came up behind me and looked out over my shoulder. 'They are the children of the strangers,' I told her. 'They have no faces.' 'They have eyes.'" (less)
"So, for thirty minutes more she could pretend she wasn't a princess. She could pretend she wasn't engaged to a man she'd never met,...moreJessica & Hawk
"So, for thirty minutes more she could pretend she wasn't a princess. She could pretend she wasn't engaged to a man she'd never met, a man who came from a race of Fae she'd always been told were evil and soulless. She could pretend she was a warrior with no duties more important than perfecting the skills of her trade. She could pretend she was free."
"Jessica held her last arrow in her hand and tried not to let the hopeless horror crawl inside her again. In a month she would leave Earth forever, and go to live with Prince Kel in the Dark Fae realm."
"Jessica made her own arrowheads, carving them from obsidian, and they were sharp enough to make the wind bleed."
"He was the most beautiful man she'd ever seen in her life. And he was a vampire."
"'I thought...' she swallowed, and then went ahead and finished. 'I thought you were Death. My death.' His eyes turned opaque. 'Why did you think that?' Maybe he'd cast some kind of spell on her... a spell that made her answer truthfully. 'Because you're so beautiful. And... familiar.' One corner of his mouth twitched. 'Thank you for the compliment. But I don't look familiar because I'm the grim reaper, you silly girl. I look familiar because we've met before.'"
"She'd never felt so... shaken. The way he looked at her... the way he'd spoken out loud the things that were inside her..."
"Had he only imagined that intense moment of connection? That moment when her eyes seemed a direct pathway to her soul?"
"They were the most remarkable eyes he'd ever seen. Blue-green irises ringed with ebony, set in a thicket of lashes and framed by dark brows that arched like wings across her forehead. Big and luminous and ocean-deep, tempting a man to fall into their depths."
"His anger had faded, replaced by emotions just as intense - but much more complicated. Frustration, and curiosity, and this unwanted desire that burned like fire."
"She turned and walked away without looking back. Hawk lay where she'd left him and listened to her footsteps. When they'd faded, he pressed his ear to the ground so he could feel their vibration in the earth. He lay there long after both the sound and the vibration were gone."
"It happened when he saw that gleam in her eye, a split second before she slammed her fist into his face. That was the moment he fell in love with Jessica Greenwood."
"Christ, he wanted her. He wanted to ease his way past her defenses and into her body, her heart, her very soul."
"If she could only lie here forever, cradled by mother earth at her back and Hawk's strong body all around her."
"He explored her with rough hunger, tasting her thoroughly before pulling back so he could kiss her throat. Once his lips touched here there she never wanted him to stop. He dragged his mouth across her throat again and again, every sweep of his lips making her quiver. His tongue found the beat of her pulse, and her body twisted in sudden excitement. The bristles on his jaw abraded her skin, and she hoped it left a mark. She wanted him to leave her raw."
"Evan's face changed then, as though a star were shining on him. 'My life began when Celia came into it. My heart lies at her feet.'"
"He wanted her to bruise him, to mark his body as she had marked his soul."
"'You're mine. Vampire males are so fucking possessive...I never knew how much, until I fell in love.'"(less)
"'It's there so you can't work your mojo, Faery girl. Now tell me what sort of trouble you've gotten yourself into.'"
"And if she were lucky, Evan Grant would touch it accidentally and die a horrible, lingering death."
"Evan had to fight every impulse in his body to keep from following her. He was determined to overcome the atavistic urge assailing him - the urge to go after Celia Albright and stand between her and danger. The urge to shield her with his body from anything that dared threaten her."
"No. Fucking. Way. He might have an unaccountable urge to protect this girl, but her hadn't transformed into a poncy idiot."
"'I myself have always subscribed to Jane Eyre's recipe for avoiding Hell. 'I must keep in good health, and not die.' '"
"'She thinks the DArk Fae want to pull us back to their dimension, for breeding. And she thinks they might try to take us by force.' Without warning, Evan's face changed again, the fangs bursting forth and his eyes turning demon yellow. Ceila froze, staring at him, and watched as Evan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. 'No one's going to take you anywhere by force.' Celia felt a sudden rush of warmth. No man had ever expressed such testosterone-fuelled rage on her behalf before."
"'I smell like a sneeze?' It was an odd description, but somehow she liked it better than the other one. A corner of his mouth lifted again. 'Sort of.'"
"Then he'd take her with his fangs. He'd pierce that perfect throat, marking her as his. And he'd rip the lungs out of any other man that dared touch her."
"'I'm giving you one chance to come to your senses, Celia. One chance to send me away. But you have to do it now.'"
"He tasted like darkness, like sin, like hunger."
"I believe we define ourselves by the decisions we make, which means we can redefine ourselves every single day."
"The October night was sharp with the first taste of winter, but Liz Marlowe didn't feel it."
"'I keep waiting for a vein to pop out,' he...moreLiz & Jack
"The October night was sharp with the first taste of winter, but Liz Marlowe didn't feel it."
"'I keep waiting for a vein to pop out,' he said. 'Right here,' he added, reaching out to touch her forehead."
"Jack's eyes widened and then narrowed, and the fact that she'd actually surprised the smug son of a bitch gave her a rush of satisfaction."
"'Do you want to know a secret?' Her blood was rushing in her ears. She couldn't speak."
"'Will you now?' 'Will I what?' 'Pretend you belong to me.'"
"'I'm fairly certain I told you to leave your hands where I put them,' he told her, his voice a low, warm growl."
"God, that vampire could kiss. He kissed like he fought, every bit of his strength and passion and energy fused into a single physical act."
"'I'm a little particular about who gets to see you naked. The Kraken is not on my approved list. Maybe some clothes?'"
"She was increditle. In all his long life, he'd never seen anything to equal her. Fearless and glorious and full of grace, she was an angel burning with divine fire."
"'He's mine,' Liz said between her teeth. Jack reeled back, and if he hadn't bumped into the building behind him he would have fallen to the ground. She'd used the words of the claiming ritual, the words no vampire used to anyone but an intended mate. Earlier that night they'd been pretending, but this?"
"She expected it to hurt. The other vampire's bite had hurt horribly. But Jack entered her like a slice of moonlight, with barely a sting... as if he were coming home."(less)
"The Pepper home echoed with ghosts. Unborn children. Forgotten promises. The whisper of secrets behind the r...moreJamie & Kelli
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"The Pepper home echoed with ghosts. Unborn children. Forgotten promises. The whisper of secrets behind the reflections on rippled glass windows."
"The wind cut through his clothes. Even his wool hat did little good, the air slicing through it like icy needles, hitting his scars and making them tingle. He hated the feeling, but found it somehow exhilarating."
"Trying times and hostile surroundings produced great art. Right? He'd have to remind himself of that."
"College dorms are like space stations orbiting the planet, their inhabitants studying history and current events with finely tuned instruments and unforgiving eyes, all the while remaining safely isolated from the very events they're busy observing for meaning. But that's the way it sould be. That's the only environment where youthful idealism has the space and ability to grow, while still letting students find their footing in the turbulent emotions of adulthood."
"He closed his eyes, chewing slowly, picturing the implant in his head, wondering what it looked like nestled into those tissues, deep in the darkness of his brain. He pictured it sparking and humming, keeping everything in line, fighting to maintain control. Now and then an errant signal tried to break through, and the implant shot it down with a wild, spidery blast of electricity, like something from Frankenstein's lab. Suddenly, Jamie remembered that scene from The Bride of Frankenstein, where the creature finds the old blind man in the cabin who tells him, 'Before you arrived, I was all alone.' 'Alone bad,' the Creature rumbled. 'Friend good.'"
"It was in the moments when he was visibly forcing himself to recover that she caught a glimpse of his personality - as though he were looking at his pain in the distance, staring it down into submission. He wasn't a victim of the pain, he was fighting against it. Yet, the lines at the corners of his eyes, the look of constent pressure, both told her that he'd been going through this for some time, that something in his life was slowly taking its toll on his body. He was like a young boy, holding his arm in pain after a fall from a tree, rubbing his elbow tenderly as he glared up through the enemy branches. She understood what he felt, and she wanted to see him again."
"Her lips tasted of fresh water, with a twist, as her tongue his his like vodka - sharp, and clean, and utterly intoxicating."
"Kelli did something that changed things in a way she never could have expected. As she pulled the blanket over them, she kissed Jamie hard on the mouth, then reached up, and removed his hat."
"He knew pain. Knew how it felt to have something intruding in your body. He lifted his hand to his head. They say pain is your body's way of telling you something is wrong. Are nightmares the same?" (less)