Pet the cat dude, says Sam. She brought you a present. She wants you to tell her how badass she is. You are a tiny tiny killing machine. Daneca coos. What's she doing? I ask. Purring! says Daneca....
Only idiots aren’t scared of things that are scary.
One of his hands slides over my stomach, tracing the shape of my skin. He kisses me again, and it's like falling off a cliff. Like a mountain slide, building momentum with every touch, until there is...
No matter how careful I am, eventually I’ll make another misstep. I am weak. I am fragile. I am mortal.
Nevermore, Lolli said. That's what Luis calls it, because there are three rules: Never more than once a day, never more than a pinch at a time, and never more than two days in a row.
Maybe, Hazel decided, maybe they could both learn how. Not just making-up-stories-in-which-you're-happy happiness, but the real thing. She leaned across the bed and hugged him with all the strength in...
Marry me, he says. Become the Queen of Elfhame.
Lucien, Gavriel said, if you're proposing a duel, I believe she gets to pick the weapon. I hope she picks me.
Let’s start with a love story. Or maybe it’s another horror story. It seems like the difference is mostly in where the ending comes.
Let me look out for you. Let your enemies become mine.
Kiss my ass Rath Roiben Rye
Kaye took another drag on her cigarette and dropped it into her mother's beer bottle. She figured that would be a good test for how drunk Ellen was--see if she would swallow a butt whole
It’s sweet. All this trouble for a kitty.
It was enough to make her want to sit down on the ground and cry. It was too much. But there was no one else, so it couldn't be too much. It had to be exactly enough. It had to be what she could handl...
It was as if whatever demon possessed them, whatever force kept their corpses from the grave, had refined them in the blaze of its power, burning away their humanity to reveal something finer.
It turns out that having kissed someone, the possibility of kissing hangs over everything, no matter how terrible an idea it was the first time.
It makes you a different person, to not have a past. It eats away at who you are, until what’s left is all construct, all artifice.
It feels like the whole world has turned upside down. There aren't any more rules.Hey,' I say to Sam, because if the world's gone crazy, then I guess I can do whatever I want. Guess what? I'm a worker...
Isn't every hero aware of all the terrible reason they did those good deeds? Aware of every mistake they ever made and how good people got hurt because of their decisions? Don't they recall the moment...
If she was going to die, she might as well die sarcastic.