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Are you listening, little bird?
No problem, Goth Boy. First one's free.
There was a hole inside her, and it twisted.
Better to be strong than pretty and useless.
What you can't run away from, you have to face
And you know, I believed him. What girl wouldn't?
Some days, a killing spree seems like a good idea.
Someday, Dante, I will discover how your mind works
I looked like a ghost. And I should know. I’ve seen a few.
Next to her, even the prettiest djamphir boys looked gawky.
I was always holding onto people, and they were always leaving.
Touch me again, and it will be your last act in life - Blue Eyes.
Oh, the testosterone. You could have cut it with a cafeteria spoon.
He laughed. The laugh could strip the skin off an elephant in seconds.
He stared at his hot chocolate like it held the secret to the universe.
And ordering me around is exactly the wrong way to make me do what you want.
What you cannot escape, you must fight; what you cannot fight, you must endure.
The end of a gun looks very big and very back when it's staring you in the face.
I'm getting really tired of bleeding. Someone stop the world, I want to get off.
It truly sucks to doubt your friends when you only have one or two of them, I realized.
He hadn't told me everything, but I'd left him for dead. I guess we were just about even...
Oh God, Oh God we’re all gonna die doesn’t really fit the definition of banter, now does it?
I just . . . knew, the way you know how to breathe or to pull your hand back from a hot stove.
Jesus, you've got a death wish." "Right now I have a bathroom-and-sleep-somewhere safe wish, kid.
It was stealing her breath, imbecile. Go get a towel." -Christophe, Strange Angels by Lili St. Crow
Christophe, with the careful tone of an adult telling a kid not to pet the nice foaming-rabid pooch.
I guess since the groin is the center of a guy's world, he rarely guesses it isn't the center of yours.
Richelle Mead delivers sexy action and tongue-in-cheek hellish humor-if damnation is this fun, sign me up!
Graves: It’s going to snow. Dru Anderson: Thanks for the warning. Graves: Hey, no problem. First one’s free.
"So you're a dom, huh? Nice." I stabbed my pancakes again. "Kinky." "You're the one who ties people up, babe."
The only place their voices were left was in my head. It was better than being alone but it was so, so lonely.
I'd kind of expected that kids who knew about the Real World wouldn't act like jock dipwads. Guess I was wrong.
He wiped away the tears, tenderly, and I forgot to weep as he told me silently everything I always wanted to hear.
What do you say when someone takes on a really bad ass, murdering sucker for you? There just aren't words for that.
Besides, the normal people here wouldn’t see it. That was what “different” meant. It’s just another word for lonely.
I should start charging uncomfortable thoughts rent. Except what would they pay me in? Probably something even worse.
Come take a look at one of the oldest human urges- religion. After all, the only thing that makes us screwier is sex.
I don't believe in getting clothes that just look pretty or that'll fall apart—they have to stand up to a lot of abuse.
I went to the entrance to the restroom, where the hallway did a sharp bend so nobody could peek into the girls' pee-palace.
His eyes were green chips of flame, and the growl was so thick it blurred the air around him, the sound of a very pissed off skinchanger.
You're my friend, Danny. You understand? There's no debt between friends." Maybe it's just that the debt gets so high you stop counting it.
Some of the djamphir are so pretty it almost hurts to look at them. And it was hard to look without feeling rumpled and messy in comparison.
Boys always get the best eyelashes; it's like some kind of cosmic law. And half-breed kids get some kind of extra help there from genetics, too.
I wasn't sure if the word boys should mean dim or incomprehensible. I was hovering between the two, with a healthy dose of testosterone-poisoned.
Fight scenes are very physical for me. Sometimes I require my own body to move through them before I can tell where a character's likely to feel it.
God, was I going to have another day of painful thoughts jumping me every time I relaxed? The obvious solution—to just not relax—was kind of sucking.
Really, I scolded myself, you should have known that you'd end up in a stone dungeon with no facilities. That's how these things always end up, isn't it?
You can't ever stop thinking something quick enough. Something that hurts always gets the knife in too fast for you to slam a lid on it and shove it away.
He'd pulled back a little, just with his lower half, and I was afraid the scorch in my cheeks would set fire to the rest of me, because I an idea why. Wow. Oh wow.
White and scrubbed, antique brass fixtures and a skylight letting in a flood of sunshine. Wow. You could get a tan standing around in the shower, for Christ's sake.