The Quarry Master Quotes

“I have watched Isla, and she hasn’t shown untoward affection for masses of males. She is not a Gryfala to take a harem. And if I can weave myself carefully around her heart, she will never want to part from me. Which is absolutely a must, because the more I spend time with her, the more I fear I can never part from her.”
― Amanda Milo, The Quarry Master

“Ever wondered why Florida is the retirement capital of the US and the site of one of the world’s largest fetish conventions?”
― Amanda Milo, The Quarry Master

“Bash’s hand flexes on my boob. (It’s not kneading. Don’t judge me. Shut up!)”
― Amanda Milo, The Quarry Master

“he’s staring at my panties like I watch cake. (That would be with longing, appreciation, lust, and a little drool.)”
― Amanda Milo, The Quarry Master

“My inner script-reader supplies CUT TO: A VIEW OF ISLA’S HEART TURNING INTO A MARSHMALLOW.”
― Amanda Milo, The Quarry Master

“Here, take this rag. I have a tool you can polish.” I make a face. “All day?” Bash cuts me a look. “I have a very large tool.” Gracie, leaning against the throne in the shade, erupts in a hacking, choking chortle. Her bowl of popcorn almost spills.”
― Amanda Milo, The Quarry Master

“Wolves are fierce and stately predators that prefer to live in packs often made up of family members.” “Oh,” Bash says, still looking down at me. “Then yes. I was essentially raised by wolves.”
― Amanda Milo, The Quarry Master

“I’m still whispering. Because if you’re going to talk about someone while they’re standing right there, you should have the decency to pretend to whisper, geeze.”
― Amanda Milo, The Quarry Master

“Maybe his parents taught him that aliens are gross and it’s given him deep-seated acceptance issues. Or maybe his parents are great and they did the best they could with him but he still grew up to be an ogre.”
― Amanda Milo, The Quarry Master

“Hmph,” he grumbles, but what I think he means is, You’re very welcome, Isla. It was my pleasure to be chivalrous and assist you in alighting from that great height.”
― Amanda Milo, The Quarry Master

“his eyelids lower so that he’s either giving the path to the kiln house some serious bedroom eyes, or he’s irked and he’s going to dash my body against the canyon wall here in about two-point-five seconds.”
― Amanda Milo, The Quarry Master

“The feel of his hard muscle under my fingers causes the temperature of my brain (and just about everything south) to ding the dinner bell. (‘To ding the dinner bell’: that would be I’m piping hot and READY.)”
― Amanda Milo, The Quarry Master

“when Bash raises the hem of his shirt to wipe a speck of dust from the corner of his eye. Rocks clatter to the quarry floor, and there is this giant collective sigh. It sounds like fifty women just had a polite orgasm.”
― Amanda Milo, The Quarry Master

“I should be bellowing Don’t TOUCH me you bond-forcing pest! But my first fool thought is: This is mine now. But that’s ridiculous. It’s only that Rakhii tend to hoard things they find interesting or special and clearly I need to take up a hobby if my system is trying to collect human body parts all of a sudden.”
― Amanda Milo, The Quarry Master

“I catch an enchanting whiff of her scent. Sharp, distinctively clean. Almost creamy, alien but wholly lickable. WHAT THE HELLS—likeable! I meant LIKEABLE.”
― Amanda Milo, The Quarry Master

“What a strange form of address. ‘Oh? And hey?’ What does that even mean?”
― Amanda Milo, The Quarry Master