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“But I can’t do this alone. I need you more than you will ever need me. And I swear to God, if you give up on yourself when you refused to ever give up on me…I will follow you to the afterlife and drag your stone ass back one painful mile at a time. So stop whatever this bullshit is you’ve got going on right now and. Get. The. Fuck. Up.”
― Tracy Wolff, Covet

“I love you.”
For one second, he looks startled, his blue eyes going wide and wild as they search my face for I don’t know what. But then that damn dimple of his comes out to play as he grins and grins and grins. But all he says is, “I know.”
― Tracy Wolff, Covet

“I’ll never make you choose, Grace. How could I when I know that you’d never choose me?”
― Tracy Wolff, Crush

“If You're Not Living on the Edge, You're Taking Up Too Much Space”
― Tracy Wolff, Crave

“Do you trust me?” he asks.
“Of course, but—”
“Do. You. Trust. Me?” he asks again, and in the space between the words—the space between us—are all the things we’ve never said.
“Yes,” I whisper, even as my entire body recoils from the hole in the ground he’s made for me.
“Yes?” he asks, his blue eyes a little disbelieving and a lot determined.
“Yes, Hudson. I trust you.”
― Tracy Wolff, Crush

“I will love you, Grace, till the sun grows cold and the stars are old,” I murmur against her skin. Grace lets out a startled cry as she stares at me with eyes that are suddenly filled with tears, shock coloring her features. For a second, my stomach starts to sink—I was right. It was too much, too soon. But then she reaches up and cups my face in her trembling hands. And whispers, “I remember. Oh my God, Hudson. I remember everything.” But wait—there’s more!”
― Tracy Wolff, Court

“Landing Is Just Throwing
Yourself at the Ground and
Hoping You Don’t Miss”
― Tracy Wolff, Crave

“A quiet calm settles over me as the pain recedes in soft waves, and all I see is Hudson. This moment. The last words we’ll ever share. And I want him to know. I want him to know that I see everything now. I see him.”
― Tracy Wolff, Crush

“I love you with a love that shall not die, until the sun grows cold and the stars grow old.”
― Tracy Wolff, Charm

“Not when the last time he was happy, he was plotting a hostile takeover of half the paranormal world.”
“You wound me. It was at least three-quarters.”
― Tracy Wolff, Crush

“I watch him go, and Hudson pretends to play some very sad music on an air violin in the background. “And the villain fades away into obscurity, never to be seen or heard from again…”
― Tracy Wolff, Crush

“And a few seconds after that, the entire building starts collapsing in on itself. I watch over Hudson’s shoulder as wood and glass and stone and metal come tumbling down, the arena literally tearing itself apart piece by piece.
Hudson’s words come back to me now, as does that moment when I was returning his powers to him—the moment when I realized just how infinite they really are.
The amount of power it takes to tear the arena down and hurt no one.”
― Tracy Wolff, Crush

“Do you think she has an oven?” Mekhi asks. “Should we be worried if she has an oven?”
“I’m pretty sure she has an oven,” I tell him. “Most people do.”
“Maybe she prefers the grill,” Hudson suggests dryly.
“Is that a thing?” Flint queries, looking wildly among us. “Grilling?”
“You’re awfully squeamish for a dragon,” I tell him.
“What does that mean?” he demands, voice high with obvious insult. “It’s not like I fly around campus barbecuing local wildlife with my flames.”
“I’m thinking pizza oven myself.” Jaxon picks up the previous conversation thread without so much as batting an eye. “I think I saw a big one in the back when we were circling.”
“In that case, let’s go,” Eden says, starting toward the front door. “Those things get really hot, so at least we know it will be quick.”
― Tracy Wolff, Covet

“ Twilight? He sent me a copy of Twilight?” I turn to Macy in confusion.
Macy gasps as she stares from the book to me. And then she starts to laugh. And laugh. And laugh.”
― Tracy Wolff, Crave

“My hands curl into fists, my fangs explode in my mouth, and though there were a million other ways I was hoping to break my newfound knowledge to Grace, the words come out before I can even think about stopping them. “Jaxon, if you wouldn’t mind, take your fucking hands off my mate.”
― Tracy Wolff, Crush

“It is time to go home, my love.”
― Tracy Wolff, Covet

“I thought a stake through the heart is what killed vampires, not—” “Who doesn’t that kill?” He rolls his eyes.”
― Tracy Wolff, Covet

“What is wrong with you?”
“Got a century or three?”
― Tracy Wolff, Crave

“You wear reckless like French women wear lipstick. Subtle some days, read hot on other, but always, always, always essential.”
― Tracy Wolff, Royal Treatment

“Why don’t gargoyles go out during the day?” “I don’t want to know.” I brace for his answer. “Because they’re too stoned.”
― Tracy Wolff, Crush

“You planning on having that god complex of yours looked at any time soon?” I snark. “Or are we all just supposed to live with it?”
“Wow. You’ve been awake fifteen minutes and you’ve called me a drama queen and now accused me of having a god complex.” He raises his brows. “You sure you’re not mad at me?”
― Tracy Wolff, Crave

“Binding myself to you didn’t do anything except give a physical manifestation of what I already knew. I belong to you, Grace. Heart, soul, body. I have since before we left the lair the first time. I’ll be yours until the day I die, and if there’s some kind of afterlife, I’ll be yours then, too. Nothing will ever change that, so why wouldn’t I make a promise to you?”
― Tracy Wolff, Charm

“That’s it. I have to ask.”
Everything about him turns wary. “Ask what?”
“Are you an alien?”
― Tracy Wolff, Crave

“I am the demigod of chaos. I am a child of Mother Earth. I am the gargoyle queen. Bearer of the Crown. Mated to a vampire. And through it all—Grace. Always, always Grace. And so I get up, one more time, to face the man who would take everything from me if I let him. I get up for my mother, who never knew her own power and who died so that I could know mine. I get up for my grandmother, who never knew who she was or what she had inside her. I get up for my great-grandmother. For my great-great-grandmother. For ten generations of women before me, who had their power silenced. Who hid their very existence in order to survive. Who bound their power in order to placate someone else who was afraid of what they had inside them. I am not afraid. And I will not hide anymore.”
― Tracy Wolff, Court

“The fantasy bookshelf, complete with beautifully covered books about dragons and witches, is home to the third gargoyle statue, who has really fantastical wings and big claws curling around the miniature book she’s reading. Unlike the others, both of whom look ferocious, this girl looks mischievous, like she knows she’s going to get in trouble for being up way past her bedtime, but she just can’t put the story down. I decide instantly that she’s my favorite and pick out a book from her shelf to read tonight in case I can’t sleep. Then nearly laugh out loud as I trace my finger around the edges of a sticker that reads, “I’m not a damsel in distress; I’m a dragon in a dress.”
― Tracy Wolff, Crave

“She gave me you,” he answers simply. “Whatever else happened, whatever else will happen in the future, she gave me the gift of being loved by you. Of loving you. Do you know what that means for someone like me? I didn’t feel anything my whole life, and then you came into it and now I can feel…everything.”
― Tracy Wolff, Court

“Because, even then, my heart seemed to know that no matter what happened, whether you loved me or not—whether you chose me or not…” I pause, take a deep breath, then kiss her promise ring as I repeat what I promised her all those months ago. “I will love you, Grace, till the sun grows cold and the stars are old,”
― Tracy Wolff, Court

“There is so much to unpack in that statement that I don’t even know where to start.”
― Tracy Wolff, Court

“I'm baffled, absolutely fucking baffled. "what do you mean? I was trying to be considerate--"

"To the cripple!" he shouts. "You were trying to be considerate to the cripple!”
― Tracy Wolff, Shattered

“I don’t know much about love, Grace. But you’ve taught me that real love isn’t about finding someone who makes you happy. It’s about finding your own happiness and then sharing that with the person you love. You will always be my light out of the darkness, but not because it’s your job to make me happy. Because you light the path I can follow to find my own happiness. And I want to always see that path, let it lead me back to you. Always.”
― Tracy Wolff, Charm