Lydia Hope > Quotes

“At the time when I lost control of my mind, when I had no more fight left in me, and my only hope was to die, you walked into my cell and said, Hello, Simon.” He kissed the back of her hand. “I am Simon.”
― Lydia Hope, Homebound

“You over-analyze things. Your mind is this long winding road and I never know where it leads. You come to conclusions that blow my mind. Feeding you information is… counterproductive.”
― Lydia Hope, Homebound

“Gemma blinked, dazed and off-balance. “I’d rather die happy from your kisses than not know your kisses at all.” He laughed, she felt it in his chest. “No self-preservation, either.”
― Lydia Hope, Homebound

“You make me mad. Why won’t you listen? Stay away from me,” he growled and took her mouth in a bruising, hot kiss. His tongue rasped against hers, and the inside of his mouth felt cool and dry. “You have the sense of a chicken. My teeth can shred your tongue, and you kiss me on the mouth.”
― Lydia Hope, Homebound

“None of it seemed right nor safe to Gemma, and stashing contraband inside anus or vagina wouldn't work well for yogurt anyway. Not that she considered it, but still. Imagine tucking it in. Or taking it out.”
― Lydia Hope, Homebound

“Ill at ease, she asked slowly, “Would you kill me if you had to?” “You?” He seemed genuinely surprised. “I kill for you.”
― Lydia Hope, Homebound

“At the time when I lost control of my mind, when I had no more fight left in me, and my only hope was to die, you walked into my cell and said, Hello, Simon." He kissed the back of her hand. "I am Simon.”
― Lydia Hope, Homebound

“Turning, she bumped into Simon who had stood up without making a sound.
“You scared me.”
“You aren’t scared,” he commented, off-hand.“Startled, then. You move too quietly.”
― Lydia Hope, Homebound

“You’re doing better…”
“You’re such a liar.”
“How do you know? I’m the teacher. I get to tell you how you’re doing, and you are to believe me.”
“How can I improve if you aren’t being honest?”
― Lydia Hope, Homebound

“You touch me again, I swear to God, I’ll smear my blood all over your face, and who knows what’s inside me from touching the aliens…”
― Lydia Hope, Homebound

“Did you… kill someone?”
“I didn’t check them for a pulse but when I shot they fell. And bled a lot.”
― Lydia Hope, Homebound

“I don’t want to go with you.” The rubber soles of her sneakers offered barely any friction against the mesh floor.

“Why not? Don’t females like attention? You have all mine, wisp.”
― Lydia Hope, Seven Oars

“I should’ve killed you then.”
“You can try again. But be quick about it.”
― Lydia Hope, Seven Oars

“Leaning closer, she listened to his breathing, finding it even and deep. The blood seepage was slowing down. “What would I do without you,” he murmured, barely distinct.”
― Lydia Hope, Seven Oars

“She stayed put while a large number of burly males trampled over each other in their haste to get the coveted spot. It would have been comical to watch if it weren’t so sad. People were reduced to fighting their own kind for survival. Truly, Earth was coming to a pitiful end.”
― Lydia Hope, Homebound

“Thilza cursed violently. Phex fought in silence.”
― Lydia Hope, Seven Oars

“You like it warm, yes?”
“It’s gross.”
He didn’t react. He never did when she said something too obvious or stupid.”
― Lydia Hope, Homebound

“How do you humans put it? Loose lips sink ships.”
—Simon”
― Lydia Hope, Homebound

“His overly large brilliant eyes were fathomless, dark, and so near that she could see deep into them like into a murky lake.”
― Lydia Hope, Homebound

“At the time when I lost control of my mind, when I had no more fight left in me, and my only hope was to die, you walked into my cell and said, Hello, Simon." He kissed the back of her hand. "I am Simon.”
― Lydia Hope, Homebound”
― Lydia Hope, Homebound

“If you get incapacitated up there, alien, our mission will go caput.” “Precisely. What if I get rampant diarrhea? You’ll have to take the wheel.” “Rix can have diarrhea?” “Anyone can have diarrhea. It’s a universal affliction.”
― Lydia Hope, Homebound

“Get back to your cell.”
Simon’s gently arched eyebrows rose. “Make me.”
― Lydia Hope, Homebound

“Try me. You may like it.” She rose as if in a dream and stood in front of him, so vulnerable he could shatter her to pieces with a single careless word. “I think I would like to try. With you.”
His face remained expressionless—no smirk, no self-satisfaction, just a solid wall of impenetrable male. “Why are you shaking?” he asked softly. “I won’t hurt you.”
― Lydia Hope, Seven Oars