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  • #1
    Cassandra Clare
    “I don't care," Clary said. "He'd do it for me. Tell me he wouldn't. If I were missing-"
    "He'd burn the whole world down till he could dig you out of the ashes. I know," Alec said.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

  • #2
    Cassandra Clare
    “Basia coquum," Simon said. "Or whatever their motto is."
    "It's 'Descensus Averno facilis est.' 'The descent into hell is easy," said Alec. "You just said "Kiss the cook."
    "Dammit," said Simon. "I knew Jace was screwing with me.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

  • #3
    Cassandra Clare
    “I stabbed you. With a massive sword. You caught on fire."
    His lips twitched, almost imperceptibly. "Okay, so maybe our problems aren't like other couples.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

  • #4
    Cassandra Clare
    “Missing, one stunningly attractive teenage boy. Answers to 'Jace' or 'Hot Stuff”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

  • #5
    Cassandra Clare
    “He grinned. It was a wicked grin, the kind that made the blood in Clary's veins run a little faster. "You want to go on a date?"
    Caught off guard, she stammered. "A wh-what?"
    "A date," Jace repeated. "Often 'a boring thing you have to memorize in history class,' but in this case, 'an offering of an evening of blisteringly white-hot romance with yours truly."
    "Really?" Clary was not sure what to make of this. "Blisteringly white-hot?"
    "It's me," said Jace. "Watching me play Scrabble is enough to make most women swoon. Imagine if I actually put in some effort.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

  • #6
    Jessica Verday
    “You want me to have feelings?" he said. "I already told you that I love you. What else should I say? That I long to be near you every second of every day? I see colors, only around you....I smell perfume, only around you. God, it's like...like I'm alive again. Sometimes I go crazy just wondering if I imagined it all, and I wait to see when it...you...will be taken away from me."

    "I feel all these things, Abbey," he continued on. "Rage that I can't run my fingers through your hair. Sorrow that I can't lay my face next to yours. Agony that I can't steal the breath from your lips. I can't eat or breathe or sleep for wanting to touch you, and yet I don't eat or breathe or sleep. I'm just here. Stuck in between.”
    Jessica Verday, The Haunted

  • #7
    Jessica Verday
    “Funyuns make you fart," Caspian said, and I explode in laughter. "Funyuns give you bad breath too. Not very attractive to the ladies." He paused. "On second thought, enjoy your Funyuns, Ben!”
    Jessica Verday, The Haunted

  • #8
    Jessica Verday
    “He stopped an inch away from me. I felt like I was his prisoner.
    "Let's go back to the sexy and hot thing," Caspian said, "Could we add a gorgeous or mysterious in there, too?”
    Jessica Verday, The Haunted

  • #9
    Jessica Verday
    “If I could touch anything in the world right now, it would be your heart. I want to take that piece of you and keep it with me.”
    Jessica Verday, The Haunted

  • #10
    Lauren Kate
    “I knew you could never forgive me," he said, "so I ran away. I thought I had lost you for good. But then I found this second chance, and I came here to redeem myself. This time with you has shown me that my love for you is bigger than my fear. My love for you is bigger than anything I know."
    A tear rolled down his cheek. He closed his eyes. He had so much more to say and so little time for it to matter.”
    Lauren Kate, Unforgiven

  • #11
    Lauren Kate
    “Before Cam, music had been an escape, passion, a daydream, love, an impossibility.”
    Lauren Kate, Unforgiven

  • #12
    Lauren Kate
    “For every time Luce met Daniel—and
    she always met Daniel—nothing mattered as
    much as their love.”
    Lauren Kate, Unforgiven

  • #13
    Lauren Kate
    “The boy had stopped coughing by then.
    He was petting a little white dog who’d trotted
    out from the house. “Are you Lilith’s
    boyfriend?”
    Cam grinned. “I like this kid.”
    “Shut up,” Lilith said.
    “Well, is he?” Bruce asked Lilith. “Because
    if he’s your boyfriend, he’s going to
    have to win me over, too. Like with arcade
    games and ice cream and, like, teaching me
    to throw a baseball.”
    “Why stop there?” Cam asked. “I’ll teach
    you to throw a football, a punch, a poker
    match, and even”—he glanced at Lilith—“the
    coolest girl off her game.”
    Lauren Kate, Unforgiven

  • #14
    Lauren Kate
    “His hands grasped her waist and lifted her until she could have sworn that his feet had come off the ground, too; that they were floating up above the creek, above the trees, above the burning hillside, into the dense tangle of stars, about to kiss the moon.”
    Lauren Kate, Unforgiven

  • #15
    Lauren Kate
    “She was luminous. Her red hair had been braided a dozen ways, all swirled together in a high shaggy twist. Her eyelids were shimmering green, her lips crimson and matte. She wore black vintage ankle-high motorcycle boots. She was lethal.”
    Lauren Kate, Unforgiven

  • #16
    Lauren Kate
    “Lilith blinked, making out what looked like a dark cave at sunset, the sky fiery with streaks of red and orange.”
    Lauren Kate, Unforgiven

  • #17
    S.T. Bende
    “It would be just like me to meet the man of my dreams and pass out cold before he could ask for my number.”
    S.T. Bende, Elsker

  • #18
    “He looked so lost, so soulful, so lonely. I wanted him to kiss me now. I wanted to let him know I was his for all eternity.”
    Ellen Schreiber, Vampire Kisses

  • #19
    “Black is a girl's best friend.”
    Ellen Schreiber, The Coffin Club

  • #20
    “I want a relationship I can finally sink my teeth into.”
    Ellen Schreiber

  • #21
    Tara A. Fuller
    “I should have realized that somebody that pretty was dangerous. She was like a freaking walking Venus flytrap.”
    Tara A. Fuller, Blurred

  • #22
    Joss Stirling
    “So you got Phoenix back,” declared Karla, clapping her hands in delight. “That’s lovely.”
    “I’m more on loan,” I muttered.
    “Yeah, my little library book.”
    Joss Stirling, Stealing Phoenix

  • #23
    Amy Harmon
    “I wrote your name across my heart

    So I would not forget.

    The way I felt when you were born

    Before we'd even met

     

    I wrote your name across my heart

    So your heart beats with mine

    And when I miss you most I trace

    Each loop and every line

     

    I wrote your name across my heart,

    So we could be together

    So I could hold you close to me

    And keep you there forever.”
    Amy Harmon, Making Faces

  • #24
    Amy Harmon
    “Sometimes a beautiful face is false advertising.”
    Amy Harmon, Making Faces

  • #25
    Amy Harmon
    “I want your body. I want your mouth. I want your red hair in my hands. I want your laugh and your funny faces. I want your friendship and your inspirational thoughts. I want Shakespeare and Amber Rose novels ... And I want you to come with me when I go.”
    Amy Harmon, Making Faces

  • #26
    Amy Harmon
    “The real thing, when done right, is always better than a daydream.”
    Amy Harmon, Making Faces

  • #27
    Amy Harmon
    “Shakespeare said, 'the robbed that smiles steals something from the thief.”
    Amy Harmon, Making Faces

  • #28
    Amy Harmon
    “Fern didn’t think she was good enough for you then, and you don’t think you’re good enough for her now. And both of you are wrong…and so stupid! Stuuupiiiid!” Bailey dragged the word out in disgust. “I’m ugly! I’m not worthy of love, waaa!” Bailey mimicked them in a whiny, high-pitched voice, and then shook his head as if he was thoroughly disappointed.”
    Amy Harmon, Making Faces

  • #29
    Amy Harmon
    “I think people are like that. When you really look at them, you stop seeing a perfect nose or straigt teeth. You stop seeing the acne scar or the dimple in the chin. Those things start to blur, and suddenly you see them, the colors, the life inside the shell, and beauty takes on a whole new meaning." Fern didn't look away from the sky as she talked, and Ambrose let his eyes linger on her profile. She wasn't talking about him. She was just being thoughtful, pondering life's ironies. She was just being Fern.”
    Amy Harmon, Making Faces

  • #30
    Amy Harmon
    “Love songs or poetry?
    Ambrose: Love songs–you get the best of both, poetry set to music.
    And you can't dance to poetry.”
    Amy Harmon, Making Faces



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