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“It's not the face, but the expressions on it. It's not the voice, but what you say. It's not how you look in that body, but the thing you do with it. You are beautiful.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“I, the soul called Wanderer, love you, human Ian. And that will never change, no matter what I might become.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“Perhaps there could be no joy on this planet without an equal weight of pain to balance it out on some unknown scale.”
― Stephenie Meyer , The Host

“I held you in my hands, Wanderer, and you were beautiful.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“It's real interesting to have a soul as a friend, and it makes me feel super special that I've managed it.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“Body and soul. Two different things”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“Fine,' Jared snapped. 'But if you try cuddling up to me tonight... so help me, O'Shea."
Ian chuckled. ' Not to sound overly arrogant, but to be perfectly honest, Jared, were I so inclined, I think I could do better.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“Her name is Wanda, not it. You will not touch her. Any mark you leave on her, I will double on your worthless hide.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“You are the noblest, purest creature I've ever met. The universe will be a darker place without you," he whispered.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“What was it that made this human love so much more desirable to me than the love of my own kind? Was it because it was exclusive and capricious? The souls offered love and acceptance to all. Did I crave a greater challenge?...Or was it simply better somehow? Because these humans hate with so much fury, was the other end of the spectrum that they could love with more heart and zeal and fire?”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“Eight full lives,” I whispered against his jaw, my voice breaking. “Eight full lives and I never found anyone I would stay on a planet for, anyone I would follow when they left. I never found a partner. Why now? Why you? You're not of my species. How can you be my partner?”
“It's a strange universe,” he murmured.
“It's not fair,” I complained, echoing Sunny's words. It wasn't fair. How could I find this, find love–now, in this eleventh hour–and have to leave it? Was it fair that my soul and body couldn't reconcile? Was it fair that I had to love Melanie, too? Was it fair that Ian would suffer? He deserved happiness if anyone did. Itwasn't fair or right or even…sane. How could I do this to him?
“I love you,” I whispered.
“Don't say that like you're saying goodbye.”
But I had to. “I, the soul called Wanderer, love you, human Ian. And that will never change, no matter what I might become.” I worded it carefully, so that there would be no lie in my voice.
“If I were a Dolphin or a Bear or a Flower, it wouldn't matter. I would always love you, always remember you. You will be my only partner.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“You never know how much time you'll have.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“You. Are. Not. Leaving. Me.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“Life and love go on...”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“It is a strange world," I murmered, more to myself than to the native soul.
"The strangest," he agreed.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“Perhaps without the lows, the highs could not be reached.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“Jealous, O’Shea?"
"Actually… I am.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“Ian stood above me, his chest heaving with exertion and fury. For a second he turned away and put the door back in place with one swift wrench. And then he was glowering again.
I took a deep breath and rolled up onto my knees, holding my hands out, palms up, wishing that some magic would appear in them. Something I could give him, something I could say. But my hands were empty.
"You. Are. Not. Leaving. Me." His eyes blazed - burning brighter than I had ever seen them, blue fires.
"Ian," I whispered. "You have to see that... that I can't stay. You must se that."
"No!" he shouted at me.
I cringed back, and, abruptly, Ian crumpled forward, falling to his knees, falling into me. He buried his head in my stomach, and his arms locked around my waist. He was shaking, shaking hard, and loud, desperate sobs were breaking out of his chest.
"No, Ian, no," I begged. This was so much worse than his anger. "Don't, please. Please, don't."
"Wanda," he moaned.
"Ian, please. Don't feel this way. Don't. I'm so sorry. Please."
I was crying too, shaking too, though that might have been him shaking me.
"You can't leave."
"I have to, I have to," I sobbed.
And then we cried wordlessly for a long time.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“This place was truly the highest and the lowest of all worlds - the most beautiful senses, the most exquisite emotions.. the most malevolent desires, the darkest deeds. Perhaps it was meant to be so. Perhaps without the lows, the highs could not be reached.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“If I was given the choice between having the world back and having you, I wouldn't be able to give you up. Not to save five billion lives.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“I waited for him to say something more, but he was quiet.
"Was there something you wanted?" I asked.
He didn't answer right away, but I could feel him struggling, so I waited.
"If I asked you something, would you tell me the truth?"
It was my turn to hesitate. "I don't know everything," I hedged.
"You would know this. When we were walking... me and Jeb... he was telling me some things. Things he thought, but I don't know if he's right."
Melanie was suddenly very in my head.
Jamie's whisper was hard to hear, quieter than my breathing. "Uncle Jeb thinks that Melanie might still be alive. Inside there with you, I mean."
Melanie sighed.
I said nothing to either of them.
"I didn't know that could happen. Does that happen?" His voice broke and I could hear that he was fighting tears. He was not a boy to cry, and here I'd grieved him this deeply twice in one day. A pain pierced through the general region of my chest.
"Does it, Wanda?"

"Why won't you answer me?" Jamie was really crying now but trying to muffle the sound.
I crawled off the bed, squeezing into the hard space between the mattress and the mat, and threw my arm over his shaking chest. I leaned my head against his hair and felt his tears, warm on my neck.
"Is Melanie still alive, Wanda? Please?"
He was probably a tool. The old man could have sent him just for this, Jeb was smart enough to see how easily Jamie broke through my defenses.
Jamie's body shook beside me.
Melanie cried. She battered ineffectually at my control.
But I couldn't blame this on Melanie if it turned out to be a huge mistake. I knew who was speaking now.
"She promised she would come back, didn't she?" I murmured. "Would Melanie break a promise to you?"
Jamie slid his arms around my waist and clung to me for a long time. After a few minutes, he whispered. "Love you, Mel."
"She loves you, too. She's so happy that you're here and safe."
He was silent long enough for the tears on my skin to dry, leaving a fine, salty dust behind.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“If you were expecting Prince Charming, I'm sorry. He's with his boyfriend.”
― Shayla Black, Wicked Ties

“Watch that mouth, cher. I own a ball gag. I know how to use it, he growled.”
― Shayla Black, Wicked Ties

“You know how people are, always wanting the one thing they can't have.”
― Shayla Black, Decadent

“He just wasn't good at being a cross between a teddy bear and just a friend.”
― Shayla Black, Decadent

“Here's the deal. You eat some lunch, at least something light that will help you keep your energy up, then we'll talk."

"About what? We've already conversed today-twice-in the language you're fluent in: Fuckese."

Deke fought a smile. "You probably meant that as a slur, but somehow I'm complemented."

"You would be," she muttered.”
― Shayla Black, Decadent

“Sometimes, life just sucked.
"Bite me," she muttered.
"Okay, where?" Deke asked, then went on. "Never mind. I've got some enticing ideas of my own.”
― Shayla Black, Decadent

“God, listen to him. Fucking pathetic, going on about the girl like he was Keats or something.”
― Shayla Black, Decadent

“Stay where I can taste you. Take the pleasure I give you.”
― Shayla Black, Decadent

“It's that...what I want isn't what I need.”
― Shayla Black, Delicious