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  • #1
    J.J. McAvoy
    “She looks like a sweet little lamb from afar, but when you get close, you find out she skinned and ate the damn thing just to use it as a coat. She’s a beast.
    ~Liam C.”
    J.J. McAvoy, Ruthless People

  • #2
    J.J. McAvoy
    “Liam, soon-to-be-fucking-dead, Callahan was walking down the stairs—my fucking stairs—with his sex hair high and his green eyes sharper than razor blades. He was beautiful, and I almost regretted the fact that I would have to put a bullet in his head and then smash it through a fucking wall.
    -Melody G.”
    J.J. McAvoy, Ruthless People

  • #3
    J.J. McAvoy
    “My name,” I whispered in her ear, and she shivered with pleasure. “Say my name again. Not in anger, or disgust, but as you did just now. As if I am the only man in the world who can satisfy you.
    ~Liam C.”
    J.J. McAvoy, Ruthless People

  • #4
    J.J. McAvoy
    “That ticks me off!” She snapped. “Since when could you bribe me with treats like a fucking child.”
    I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose. “So no smoothie then?”
    “Mango, banana, orange and extra kiwi,” she replied before hanging up.”
    J.J. McAvoy, Ruthless People

  • #5
    J.J. McAvoy
    “I want you to love me.” I said softly. “But if not, then I want to be the closest thing to you loving me. I want your loyalty. I want your honesty. I want you by my side and no one else’s. I want your body. I want your mind. I want to know your hopes and dreams so I could one day make them reality.”
    J.J. McAvoy, Ruthless People

  • #6
    J.J. McAvoy
    “She is. . . she is Bloody Melody and perfect. God created her and then shattered the mold afterward, for the world could not handle two of her.”
    J.J. McAvoy, Ruthless People

  • #7
    J.J. McAvoy
    “There are people who are moved by the world, and then there were people who moved the world.”
    J.J. McAvoy, Black Rainbow

  • #8
    J.J. McAvoy
    “And if anything comes against us, we will do what we have always done.”
    “Fight?”
    “Win.”
    J.J. McAvoy, A Bloody Kingdom

  • #9
    Penelope Douglas
    “She can be a nightmare, but this still feels better than any dream.”
    Penelope Douglas, Punk 57

  • #10
    Leigh Bardugo
    “I would have come for you. And if I couldn't walk, I'd crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we'd fight our way out together-knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that's what we do. We never stop fighting.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

  • #11
    Leigh Bardugo
    “This action will have no echo.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

  • #12
    Leigh Bardugo
    “He'd told her they would fight their way out. Knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that's what we do. She would fight for him, but she could not heal him. She would not waste her life trying.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

  • #13
    Leigh Bardugo
    “He was going to break my legs,” she said, her chin held high, the barest quaver in her voice. “Would you have come for me then, Kaz? When I couldn’t scale a wall or walk a tightrope? When I wasn’t the Wraith anymore?”

    Dirtyhands would not. The boy who could get them through this, get their money, keep them alive, would do her the courtesy of putting her out of her misery, then cut his losses and move on.

    “I would come for you,” he said, and when he saw the wary look she shot him, he said it again. “I would come for you. And if I couldn’t walk, I’d crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we’d fight our way out together—knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that’s what we do. We never stop fighting.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

  • #14
    Rachel Gillig
    “There once was a girl,” he said, his voice slick, “clever and good, who tarried in shadow in the depths of the wood. There also was a King—a shepherd by his crook, who reigned over magic and wrote the old book. The two were together, so the two were the same: “The girl, the King, and the monster they became.”
    Rachel Gillig, Two Twisted Crowns

  • #15
    Rachel Gillig
    “He has looked pain in the eye - and refused to let it make a monster of him”
    Rachel Gillig, Two Twisted Crowns

  • #16
    Rachel Gillig
    “To the quiet girls with stories in their heads.
    To their dreams—and their nightmares.”
    Rachel Gillig, One Dark Window

  • #17
    Rachel Gillig
    “When the shadows grow long, when our names turn to dust, what we loved, what we hated, will spoil to rust. All will be forgotten, save one truth, unshaken… What did we do when the children were taken?”
    Rachel Gillig, One Dark Window

  • #18
    Rachel Gillig
    “You did not come all this way to yield to despair.”
    Rachel Gillig, Two Twisted Crowns

  • #19
    Edna St. Vincent Millay
    Time Does Not Bring Relief

    Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
    Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
    I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
    I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
    The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
    And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane;
    But last year’s bitter loving must remain
    Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
    There are a hundred places where I fear
    To go,—so with his memory they brim.
    And entering with relief some quiet place
    Where never fell his foot or shone his face
    I say, “There is no memory of him here!”
    And so stand stricken, so remembering him.”
    Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems

  • #20
    E.A. Bucchianeri
    “Falling in love is very real, but I used to shake my head when people talked about soul mates, poor deluded individuals grasping at some supernatural ideal not intended for mortals but sounded pretty in a poetry book. Then, we met, and everything changed, the cynic has become the converted, the sceptic, an ardent zealot.”
    E.A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a Gadfly

  • #21
    Sanober  Khan
    “the saddest thing is to be
    a minute to someone,
    when you've made them your eternity.”
    Sanober Khan

  • #22
    W.H. Auden
    Funeral Blues

    Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
    Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
    Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
    Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

    Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
    Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead,
    Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
    Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

    He was my North, my South, my East and West,
    My working week and my Sunday rest,
    My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
    I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

    The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
    Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
    Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
    For nothing now can ever come to any good.”
    W.H. Auden , Another Time

  • #23
    Maya Angelou
    Caged Bird

    A free bird leaps on the back of the wind
    and floats downstream till the current ends
    and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky.

    But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
    can seldom see through his bars of rage
    his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.

    The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
    of things unknown but longed for still
    and his tune is heard on the distant hill
    for the caged bird sings of freedom.

    The free bird thinks of another breeze
    and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
    and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own.

    But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
    his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
    his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.

    The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
    of things unknown but longed for still
    and his tune is heard on the distant hill
    for the caged bird sings of freedom.”
    Maya Angelou, The Complete Collected Poems

  • #24
    Alfred Tennyson
    “Once in a golden hour
    I cast to earth a seed.
    Up there came a flower,
    The people said, a weed.”
    Alfred Lord Tennyson, The Complete Works of Alfred Tennyson

  • #25
    Tyler Knott Gregson
    “I would love to say
    that you
    make me
    weak in the knees
    but
    to be quite upfront
    and completely
    truthful
    you
    make my body
    forget
    it has knees
    at all.”
    Tyler Knott Gregson, Love Language

  • #26
    Kahlil Gibran
    “You have been told that, even like a chain, you are as weak as your weakest link.
    This is but half the truth.
    You are also as strong as your strongest link.
    To measure you by your smallest deed is to reckon the power of the ocean
    by the frailty of its foam.
    To judge you by your failures is to cast blame upon the seasons for their inconstancy.”
    Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

  • #27
    Sanober  Khan
    “i want to be
    in love with you

    the same way
    i am in
    love with the moon

    with the light
    shining
    out of its soul.”
    Sanober Khan

  • #28
    Shannon L. Alder
    “There comes a time in your life when you have to choose to turn the page, write another book or simply close it.”
    Shannon L. Alder



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