M.J. May > Quotes

“Want and hope were dangerous things. They were more addicting than any drug. They whispered possibilities and promised happiness. They could raise your soul to impossible limits and crush it with the force of absolute destruction. I’d told myself countless times not to get too attached, not to let myself believe this could be something more permanent. But I could repeat the same mantra a thousand and one times. It was that one soft whisper that beat out the sane caution. It was that whisper of hope that was far too tempting to ignore.”
― M.J. May, Perfectly Imperfect Pixie

“My claws pierced my skin, and warm blood coated the wadded-up card in my hand. My lips pulled into a tight line that attempted to mimic a smile. “Well then, you’ll be happy to hear that the gnomes have been exterminated.”
― M.J. May, Perfectly Imperfect Pixie

“My wings fluttered, echoing Ruthie’s relief.”
― M.J. May, Perfectly Imperfect Pixie

“Passion weed was an addiction, and once gnomes had been exposed to it, they’d do anything to get more, even if there wasn’t any more to be had. They would drive themselves crazy trying to get it. Eventually, they’d go mad and start attacking each other. Leaving them alive was a prolonged, brutal death sentence.”
― M.J. May, Perfectly Imperfect Pixie

“I get what I want. Kelsie and Will found that out the hard way. If you keep going the way you are, you’ll force that lesson upon yourself too.”
― M.J. May, Perfectly Imperfect Pixie

“My libido seemed fine-tuned to sulky frowns and narrowed eyes of displeasure.”
― M.J. May, Dead Women Tell Tales

“Leon’s throat worked, swallowing every drop in his glass, not a single red blood cell wasted.”
― M.J. May, Perfectly Perfect Pixie: Peaches's Story

“Since I didn’t like offering fuel for Andy’s “Leah’s an idiot” fire, I changed the subject.”
― M.J. May, Dead Women Tell Tales

“wizened up”
― M.J. May, Perfectly Perfect Pixie: Peaches's Story

“Posey’s excitement was contagious. She gripped my wrist in her smaller hand and tugged me along. I was bigger and stronger and could have fought it but didn’t.”
― M.J. May, Perfectly Imperfect Pixie

“The fight was over. Victory was mine. Arching my neck, I howled to the Moon Goddess. Two voices echoed my own. One I was familiar with. The other was new but not unwelcome.”
― M.J. May, Perfectly Imperfect Pixie