A.L. Morrow > Quotes

“Leaning over, Jace cupped his cheek again and rested his forehead against his. “The sky’s missing a star tonight, Cy, because you’re right here with me.”
― A.L. Morrow, Watcher

“Sixty-nine truly was a wonderful number.”
― A.L. Morrow, Watcher

“Is this my punishment for me and Caz being so loud all those years?” Hesper’s eyes were shrewd and narrow. Her hands were tented on her hips as she stared at him.”
― A.L. Morrow, Messenger

“All I have ever done is look out for you ... You know I’ve never stopped caring.” Xavier’s kind of caring was a toxic form of deceit and oppression, but … details.”
― A.L. Morrow, Messenger

“The innocence and hope in Jace’s question made Cyrus chuckle. Jace really was complex: fierce but frightened, independent but affectionate, brooding but with a laugh that could part clouds in a storm. Cyrus wanted to study him from every angle, in every light, at all times of day … Or maybe he just wanted him in all angles and lights, anytime or anyplace. Both could be true, he supposed.”
― A.L. Morrow, Watcher

“If sleeping with a Messenger was a terrible idea, he didn’t want to have a good one.”
― A.L. Morrow, Watcher

“Fuck his nose. That was the least of Jace’s problems. It was his heart that was truly broken.”
― A.L. Morrow, Messenger

“Lucky for you, it does.” Hesper tilted her head to the side then and sobered. “Why didn’t you tell me who you were?” Cyrus shrugged. “I tried. You kept cutting me off. For some reason, you were eager to shake the creepy stranger following you through the violent, darkened streets.”
― A.L. Morrow, Messenger

“He shouldn’t have to choose between his loyalty to his blood or to his heart, but his body seemed to have already made up his mind for him. He picked Jace. “I still want you,” he whispered. “I’m still here.”
― A.L. Morrow, Watcher

“I’ll love you, Jace. I’ll love you until my end of days.” Warmth flooded Jace’s chest. His smile broadened, and he twisted in the Messenger’s arms to look up at him. Burying a hand in his hair, he pulled Cyrus down for a kiss. “You can’t just say shit like that to me, Cy,” he told him.” You’re going to make me love you, too.”
― A.L. Morrow, Messenger

“The room was nice enough. For a brothel. It had Cyrus in it, for one thing—the most important thing. If it meant getting Cyrus back, Jace would’ve slept in a fucking ditch. In the rain. With rats. So, in that regard, he supposed this place was a fucking palace.”
― A.L. Morrow, Messenger

“Where the fuck was Jace when you needed him? Not here. But I was, and you still insist on holding the past over my head like a fucking guillotine!” Cyrus didn’t know what, exactly, a guillotine was, but it was easy enough to guess from the context that it was nothing good.”
― A.L. Morrow, Messenger

“There’s comfort in the familiar,” Cyrus said, “no matter how bleak the familiar might be.”
― A.L. Morrow, Watcher