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“You almost died tonight, he wanted to say. You dumb son of a bitch, you nearly died ... and then what would we have done?

And not “we” as in the Brotherhood.

Not even “we” as in he and John.

More like … “me”.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Reborn

“As always, Blay was the anchor who kept him from being swept away.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Reborn

“Call me," she whispered to him with a confidence that would fade as the days passed.
Qhuinn smiled a little. "Take care."
At the sound of the two words, Blay relaxed, his big shoulders easing up. In Qhuinn-landia, "Take care" was synonymous with "I'm never going to see, call or fuck you again.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Mine

“Why, Noah, do you know the word for vagina in every language?"
"Because I’m European, and therefore more cultured than you.”
― Michelle Hodkin, The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer

“To desperately hope," I whispered
James let out a breath. "To gratefully believe.”
― Laura Whitcomb, A Certain Slant of Light

“I couldn't take my eyes off him. Like a desert wanderer afraid of mirages, I gazed at my oasis, but he was real.”
― Laura Whitcomb, A Certain Slant of Light

“That I am your heart's secret fills me with song. I wish I could sing of you here in my cage. You are my heart's hidden poem. I reread you, memorize you every moment we're apart.”
― Laura Whitcomb, A Certain Slant of Light

“he was watching me and when our eyes met, i had no fan to cover my face, no way to hid my feelings. i was desperate for him, and he could see it, all the way in me. ”
― Laura Whitcomb, A Certain Slant of Light

“Books are boring," James said as he wrote.

"They line the walls like a thousand leather doorways to be opened into worlds unknown," I offered.”
― Laura Whitcomb, A Certain Slant of Light

“Enough, Qhuinn thought. Enough with the excuses and the avoidance, and trying to be someone else, anyone else.
Even if he got shanked, even if his precious little ego and his dumbass little heart got shattered into a million pieces, it was time to stop the bullshit. It was time to be a male.
As Blay started to straighten like a message had been received, Qhuinn thought, That's right buddy:
Our future has come”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Reborn

“Abruptly, Blay's blue stare found his.
And what Qhuinn saw in it caused him to falter: Love shone out of that face, unadulterated love untempered by the shyness that was very much part of his reserve.
Blay didn't look away.
And for the first time ... neither did Qhuinn.
He didn't know whether the emotion was for his cousin—it probably was-but he'd take it: He stared right back at Blaylock and let everything he had in his heart show in his face.
He just let that shit fly.
Because there was a lesson in this Fade ceremony tonight: You could lose the ones you loved in the blink of an eye-and he was willing to bet when it happened, you weren't thinking about all the reasons that could have kept you apart.
You thought of all the reasons that kept you together.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Reborn

“Qhuinn stopped breathing, focusing everything he had on the male who had been his best friend and his never-been lover… and the ever-after that was never going to happen.
Even after all the things that had gone on between them, and all the fuckups on his end, which were legendary, Blay still had his back.
“I love you,” Qhuinn blurted into the silence.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Reborn

“Blay said roughly,"I'm still in love with him"
Saxton dropped his eyes and brushed at the top of his thigh, as if there might have been a tiny piece of lint there. " I know. You thought you weren't?”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Reborn

“I'd better go,” he said, without leaving.
That one eye, the blue one, just kept staring up at him. Bloodshot, with a cut across the brow above it, the thing shouldn’t have been able to focus. But it was.
“I have to go,” Blay said finally.
Without leaving.
Damn him, he didn't know what the hell he was doing—
A tear escaped from that eye. Welling up along the lower lid, it coalesced at the far corner, formed a crystal circle, and grew so fat it couldn't hold on to the lashes. Slipping free, it meandered downward, getting lost in dark hair at the temple.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Reborn

“I spent my entire life waiting for you, Marianne, and I didn't even know it until you arrived. Being burned was the best thing that ever happened to me because it brought you. I wanted to die but you filled me with so much love that it overflowed and I couldn't help but love you back. It happened before I even knew it and now I can't imagine not loving you. You have said that it takes so much for me to believe anything, but I do believe. I believe in your love for me. I believe in my love for you. I believe that every remaining beat of my heart belongs to you, and I believe that when I finally leave this world, my last breath will carry your name. I believe that my final word--Marianne--will be all I need to know that my life was good and full and worthy, and I believe that our love will last forever.”
― Andrew Davidson, The Gargoyle

“Felix,” he whispered. “Oh, little man. Oh, Felix. That fire… the fire is
beautiful.”
― T.J. Klune, Burn

“The world is on fire, I thought wildly. See it burn and oh, my God, it burns for us.”
― TJ Klune, Burn

“Seven smirked as he walked back over to me. "I gave you catharsis last night. Twice.”
― T.J. Klune, Burn

“It’s funny, really: the older you get, the more you know about the world. The synapses in your brain fire at a higher level and quicker function, your knowledge expands. But you lose part of yourself, that part able to imagine great armies that wait for nothing more than your command; the dragon that hides under your bed that only you can see, its long emerald tail flashing in the darkness; the ghost that lives in your attic that only moans at 3:23 in the morning. When you lose that innocence, the world’s hues become dark and muted, and you know that dragons aren’t real. There is no army. There is no ghost in the attic. But when you’re nine? When you’re nine, it’s all probable, it’s all realistic, and even more so, it’s all true.”
― TJ Klune, Burn

“I wonder now, with everything said and done, if things would have been different had I remembered what the Tree had told me. Would I have made the same decisions, the same mistakes? Where would I be, had I remembered? Had I listened? I have learned in my short time here on this world that we as humans are all capable of a great many things, our minds able to process so much. Too much, really.

But our greatest curse, our greatest folly, if you will, is our ability of hindsight.

Of regret.

Oh, Seven. How I wish I would have known.”
― TJ Klune, Burn

“This next is my grandest sorrow, this grief I brought my own to carry, the weight of which threatened to crush all I had.

It’s followed, fittingly enough, by him. While I was at my darkest, he came for me.”
― T.J. Klune, Burn

“He stared up at me, and even as the house fell apart around us, even as drops of fire rained down from the sky, his hand raised and brushed a lock of hair out of my face, and I felt his stomach rise as he breathed in deeply.

“You,” he whispered. “You’re a boy?” His hands cupped my face, and a tear streaked down my cheek onto his fingers.
“I dreamt of you but… but I never thought…”
― T.J. Klune, Burn

“I’m not jealous,” he said jealously.”
― T.J. Klune, Burn

“We crashed and collided in ways I didn’t think were possible between two people. If I wasn’t careful, I was going to be in over my head before I realized what was happening.”
― TJ Klune, Burn

“You don’t ever doubt me again,” he said hoarsely before his mouth grazed my nipples, first the left and then the right. His scruffy beard scraped the skin beneath raw as he went back and forth. “I will fucking kill you if you ever doubt me again!” he snarled.

My eyes rolled back into their sockets at the weight of his words, the desperation in his voice matching the desperation in my movements. I moaned as he bit my nipple harder, almost chewing it between his teeth. I was trapped underneath him, and even though I knew I could push him away, I also knew I wouldn’t.

“You answer me when I’m talking to you! ” he roared.

“I won’t,” I breathed, my hands in his short hair. “Oh, God, I won’t.”

“You won’t what! ”

“I will never doubt you again!”

“You’re damn right you won’t.”
― TJ Klune, Burn

“This is your home.” He reached up his other hand and gripped my face, pressing down hard against my cheeks.

I nodded.

“Say it!”

“I won’t run,” I whispered as I watched an angry tear trickling from his eye. I leaned forward and licked it away.”
― T.J. Klune, Burn

“I struggled not to laugh at the brand-new bottle of lube in his left hand and the unopened box of condoms in his right. He watched me, his expression dark.

“Just buy those?” I asked lightly.

He nodded once.

“Had it all worked out in your mind, did you?”

He nodded again.

“Have you ever fucked a man, Seven?”

He shook his head, his right hand squishing the box of condoms as he tightened his grip.

“And… this is what you want?” I looked at his face then, watching for any signs of doubt. There were none as he nodded again.

I opened my arms. “Come here,” I said softly.”
― TJ Klune, Burn

“Felix’s beauty devastates him, annihilates every fiber of his being, and the voices shout in his head, they sing to him until he thinks his head will split.”
― TJ Klune, Burn

“Then it hit me and I grinned at him. “You want to suck my dick!”

His face grew redder. “You don’t have to say it like that,” he grumbled.

I almost felt contrite. “I’m sorry. How about you want to make love to my member with your oral cavity? Or how about you want to fellate me until I let loose my love juice? Is that better?”
― TJ Klune, Burn

“Me and Seven, I thought as I arched my back. Me and Seven, that’s all there is. That’s all there needs to be. He kissed me sweetly as his hips rolled forward, and his breath became fire in my mouth.”
― T.J. Klune, Burn