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“You’re wrong. I didn’t mark you,” I echo his unfair, wildly innuendo-heavy words that I cannot let go unaddressed. “That”—I bend closer and swing my hand up to touch the knot of his tie, a quick tap—“is from my brother and entirely innocent. You’ll know damn well when I mark you.” The barest pause. “If you’ll let me.”
― Sara Raasch, The Nightmare Before Kissmas

“Joy can come from grief. From pain. From fear. That’s what I’m choosing.”
― Sara Raasch, The Nightmare Before Kissmas

“Party tricks aren’t going to win you the Christmas Kringle.” I motion to her chest with my finger. “So you might want to cover those neon nips.”
― Meghan Quinn, How My Neighbor Stole Christmas

“I was not drooling . . . at least not physically. Maybe in my head I was. Most definitely in my head.”
― Meghan Quinn, How My Neighbor Stole Christmas

“Uh, fuck no.” Narrator: Too late. On with the story. “Dude, are you wearing a thong?” Max asks as I stand from picking up a piece of construction paper I accidentally dropped on the floor.”
― Meghan Quinn, How My Neighbor Stole Christmas

“letting”
― Meghan Quinn, How My Neighbor Stole Christmas

“faint traces of far-off woodsmoke, a fire dying in the dark. He tastes like the forest, and somehow, impossibly, like home.”
― Victoria E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

“Whenever Addie feels herself forgetting, she presses her ear to his bare chest and listens for the drum of life, the drawing of breath, and hears only the woods at night, the quiet hush of summer. A reminder that he is a lie, that his face and his flesh are simply a disguise. That he is not human, and this is not love.”
― Victoria E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

“saw”
― Victoria E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

“No,” she says. “But only because you do not want it.” And before he can protest, she continues, “You want me.” Luc says nothing, but his eyes brighten, his interest piqued. “You were right,” she says. “I am not one of them. Not anymore. And I am tired of losing. Tired of mourning everything I ever try to love.” She reaches out to touch Luc’s cheek. “But I won’t lose you. And you won’t lose me. So yes.” She looks straight into his eyes. “Do this, and I will be yours, as long as you want me by your side.” He seems to hold his breath, but she’s the one who cannot breathe. The world tips, falters, threatening to fall. And then, at last, Luc smiles, his green eyes emerald with victory. “I accept.”
― Victoria E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue