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November 18 - November 19, 2023
“I’m your Bride, you’re supposed to fuck us, throw us at your enemies so we delay them and allow you to escape. You’re not supposed to keep us around this long, and you’re definitely not supposed to fall in love with us.”
“Necromancers, all the vampire powers, none of the downsides,”
I had a moment to realize that Judith and Andria were mean girls, and the revelation suddenly made my childhood make so much more sense.
I was all grown up and bigger, stronger, faster than she was, logically. Logically all that was true, but childhood issues aren’t about logic, they’re about bogeymen and the monster under your bed or at your grandparents’ house.
“That is not a word, Anita. Reply with ‘yes,’ or don’t reply at all.” “I’ll reply any damn way I please.”
if someone says they’re sorry, but keeps repeating the behavior, they aren’t really sorry.”
Judith said, “Language.” I stared at her as I said, “Motherfucking son of a bitch, what’s wrong with my language, Judith?”
Sometimes family is like having a crush; the boy you like is never the one that wants to walk you home.
“You must love each other very much to go up against all that,” Judith said. I looked at her, and her face looked soft, genuine, like she meant it. “Yeah, only true love gets you through shit like this.”
Safe it said, home it said, because that had been Ethan’s heart’s desire when I met him, and the echo of that was still there between us. It was one of the gentlest connections I had, maybe because Ethan was gentle, or maybe because he was in true love with someone else so there was no pressure for more between us. Whatever caused it, in that moment it was exactly what I needed: comfort with no strings.
The me that had been threatened and nearly killed before I even got to the stairs had believed sincerely just like my dad. Vampires were inhuman monsters, trapped outside of God’s love and mercy. The me standing here now knew beyond doubt that not only were vampires not all monsters without Grace, but that human beings could be lost souls beyond any redemption. The only difference from the Church’s perspective was that vampires were dead, so they couldn’t repent, but the bloodiest serial killer could still be saved if they were truly repentant. I’d met serial killers both undead and alive, and
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“I won’t ever look into your face without thinking how beautiful you are, and why are you marrying me?” “I believe that is the man’s line, ma petite.” I grinned and said, “Traditionally it is, but most men don’t look like you.”
I would give much if my mother and sister were alive for me to introduce you to them. That I can meet your family, however broken, is a gift to me.”
“I loved you when you were the envy of all who saw you. I loved you when you thought yourself lost. I loved you even after you hated me. I loved you when vengeance was all that filled your heart for me and Anita. I love you now, not out of nostalgia for what was lost, but for you standing before me as you are.”
“When your face is something that makes women scream before they control themselves, then you may lecture me about such things.”
I was afraid of my family. My grandmother because she abused me, and the rest of my family because they didn’t protect me from her.
“I know, but here’s what I learned in therapy. I found people who loved me and made me feel comfortable enough to be more feminine and softer, because I didn’t have to spend all my time defending who I was. They accepted me all dark and cranky and morose, so I could be softer with them because they didn’t tell me there was something wrong with me constantly. They didn’t see me not being all girly and pastel as a fucking crime. It freed me up to explore the parts of being a woman that I actually liked or was willing to try.”
“Don’t be silly, I don’t have a boyfriend. I’m a ballerina, I don’t have time for distractions.”
“Think how much worse an influence I’d be if you didn’t live all the way in New Mexico.”
“I’ll speak to Jean-Claude, he’s their king, not you.” Fortune, Nicky, and Ethan laughed. Echo and Kaazim just stared at the doctor. “Wow, you are new in town,” I said.
It was like a magic power; nothing dared muss his clothes, and if something did, the rest of us would be covered in gore while he barely had a spot of blood on him.
“You do not have to bleed to be the victim of a crime, ma petite, you of all people should know that.”
“Part of true love is telling each other the truth even when we don’t want to hear it and reminding us again when we forget what we’ve already told each other.”
the horror of it filled his eyes, drained the blue away to leave only gray behind like rain swallowing a summer sky until you forget that there will ever be another sunny day.
“Just remember to tone down the menacing vibes,” Ethan said as he got out of the SUV. “I’m missing an eye; I can’t be good cop.”
“If you wanted me to dress for a formal kidnapping you should have said so in the invitation. Unless otherwise specified, most kidnappings in America are casual only.”
It’s funny how you never know what will scare you until it does.
There was no downside to having Edward and Bernardo here to lend their skills to our security guards, and in that moment Olaf coming into the room would have been fabulous, because he was really good at killing things and I wanted Deimos dead.
“When I have taken the last of Jean-Claude’s whoredom from you, perhaps your language will not be so slatternly.” “I don’t even know what that last word means.” “Basically he’s calling you a low-class, dirty streetwalker,” Rodina said. “Damn, he is new in town if he thinks that anything about Jean-Claude is low-class.”
some things are ageless. They always were and always will be; so long as one person remembers, they remain.
Once, nature forced us to rest and think deep thoughts, but we have lost all that with lights that never go out, work that never ceases, stories and songs and art and fun that is never gone from us. No wonder you’re tired, she said, no wonder you are sad, you have lost yourself to constant movement. No animal can eat enough to go without rest, or ease, it is not sustainable.
Girl jeans just weren’t made for blade carry. Since most girl jeans didn’t have pockets big enough for car keys or your whole hand, no big surprise that you couldn’t carry concealed easily in them.
