My stubborn little witch, he said softly. Don’t believe for a clockwork minute that you are unlovable. If I were a mortal, a man not doomed to walk the earth as a haunted specter, I would be the first...
They sat and he drew her into him. Their lips met, sparking an internal firework display. His soft exquisite lips pressed gently against hers. His kiss held the exact right balance between tenderness...
We want to fight.And I want J.K. Rowling to keep writing in the Potterverse, but I know that’s never going to happen, I said blithely.
Life without madness is mediocrity.
With my ninth mind I resurrect my firstand dance slow to the music of my soul made new.
From the beginning, look, what thou desires to see, it shall be shew thee.
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I know you can read me, and I can often hear your thoughts too. Makes for an interesting relationship, don't you think?
Behind Tana there was the sounds of splintering wood, as though something very large had hot the door. No, she said softly, Oh no. No. Leave me, said Gavriel. .....Shut up or I might, she told him.
Your eyes seem to flash every time you stare at me. You look hungry when you look at me.A slight growl rumbled in his chest.That's a different kind of hunger, Naomi.
If a soul could drown in its own tears, then hers was already dead.
I chew the inside of my lip, considering for a second what it would be like to slap this skinny little witch right across her tight-lipped little face. ~Kelly about Suni
Other people are only aspects of our own greater being.
Iniquity shall be increased above that which now thou see, or that thou hast heard long ago.
Person 1: "Stay back....I have a demon inside of me."Person 2: "Let me get closer...I have a hell inside me where your demons can live."(from Dark Winter, #2 - out Halloween 2014)
This letter is written on the skin of one of the water sprites who drowned your parents.''Ick!' I cried, and dropped the letter on the kitchen table.
He whom the gods love dies young.
Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to behold the sun: But if a man live many years, and rejoice in them all; yet let him remember the days of darkness; for they shall be...
What came to me later in those dark, dreaming hours put paid to that though and as always my mind led me treacherously back to the bleak and inescapable truth. There was no cure for what one had seen...
This was the problem with having walls so hard and high and unscalable, she supposed. When they came down, they crumbled completely, shattering into nothingness. She felt utterly defenseless right now...
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