Julia

“Nora— Forgive me for copyediting, but it must be said—you have raped the semicolon yet again. Stop it. It wasn’t asking for it no matter how it was dressed. If you don’t know how to use punctuation then do away with it altogether, write like Faulkner and we’ll pretend it’s on purpose.”

Bite me, Easton, Nora said to herself as she corrected her sexually compromised semicolon in chapter eighteen. Seriously, bite me.”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Siren

“There’s nothing like a bunch of catty teenagers who could either kick your ass halfway across the country or set you on fire with a mere thought. That alone changed who people picked fights with or became friends with. And at the end of the day, it was always good to have a firestarter in your back pocket.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Half-Blood

“I’m here, little one,” came a voice made for coaxing
secrets from the heart. “Sleep now. We’ll talk when it’s
time.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, now knowing where she was. She
surrendered to sleep again.
The most familiar darkness…her darkness…she was
home.”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Siren

“If I could dream, I know I'd dream about you.I'd dream about the way you smell and how your dark hair feels like silk between my fingers. I'd dream about the smoothness of your skin and the fierceness of your lips when we kiss. Without dreams,I have to be content with my own imagination—which is almost as good. I can picture all those things perfectly.”
― Richelle Mead, Spirit Bound