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“I feel something for you, some dangerous thing, some volatile thing.”
― Nora Roberts, Genuine Lies

“She wasn't absolutely sure who kissed whom this time. Maybe it was gravity tilting, stars exploding. It felt like it....
She gasped into his open mouth, and he moaned. Moaned. She had no idea a sensation could go through her like that, traveling through her skin and nerves like lightning....
Okay, this was kissing. Serious kissing. Not just a kiss before moving out, not a goodbye, this was Hello, sexy, and wow, she'd never even suspected it could feel this way.”
― Rachel Caine, Glass Houses

“We could work on our English outline," I say and almost can't contain the chuckle.
"Really? That's your idea of a hot date?"
"I'm sorry, I wasn't aware we were on a 'hot date'" And this time I can't contain the chuckle when she cringes. "So, how hot would you like it? I'm capable of all levels of hotness, from Luc-warm to - and I'm being literal here - hotter than Hell.”
― Lisa Desrochers, Personal Demons

“We have all made mistakes, each and every one of us. The trick is to not keep making them over and over.”
― Sara Poole, Poison

“Gabriel.
This has to be his fault, somehow. I'm going to track him down, pluck out his angel feathers, and stuff a pillow with them.”
― Lisa Desrochers, Personal Demons

“The state calls Paul Winthrop to the stand."
... Paul answered the opening questions briefly, weighing his words, his eyes on Julia's.
"Would you tell the court the nature of your relationship with Miss Summers?"
"I'm in love with Miss Summers." The faintest of smiles touched his lips. "Completely in love with Miss Summers.”
― Nora Roberts, Genuine Lies

“Who hears the wishes and goodbyes? The speaker does.... And you hope that what you say from the heart has power. Power to protect, power to reach the ears of the dead. A spoken thing or a whished-hard thing takes a shape within the heart, man. Takes shape. Becomes real.”
― Adrian Phoenix, In the Blood

“Though he may have been more tolerant than most of his brethren, being addressed without deference by a woman of no particular lineage was more than the priest could bear. A tic sprang to life in his right eye. Glaring, he turned away from me and addressed himself pointedly to Casare.
"Signore, we are about to perform the final sacraments for our late Holy Father! Surely you can understand that your presence here and that of your-" He paused, no doubt condsiering what he would like to call me. Some sense of self-preservation must have won out as he said only, "-companion is not appropriate?"
Cesare had many skills- I have alluded to several of them - but he was utterly lacking in even the rudiments of tact. Indeed, his notion of diplomacy revolved around the conviction that the best route to peace lies in the grinding of one's enemies into the ground so thoroughly that the very fact of their ever having existed will be forgotten upon the wind.
But he was in Saint Peter's Basilica, next to Jerusalem the holiest place in all Christendom. And if he caused any real problems, he would have no end of trouble from his father.
Accordingly, Cesare gritted his teeth and said, "Don't fuck with me, priest. Just show us how to get into the garret.”
― Sara Poole, Poison

“I'm a demon, not a pig, so I keep the place relatively neat.”
― Lisa Desrochers, Personal Demons

“My voice wouldn't work right. I made a tiny nod instead, because - how's this for weird? - I didn't want him to let go of me. He'd pulled back a little, with just his lower half, and I was afraid the scorch in my cheeks would set fire to the rest of me, because I had an idea why.
Wow. Oh, wow.”
― Lili St. Crow, Betrayals

“Everything changes. Everything is temporary, except for the sky. When you find yourself caught up in the horrors or heroes of a lifetime, look up. Don't look down. That which is beneath our feet is liquid, but the sky, the sky is solid, constant, ever ready and ever hopeful that the sun will rise in the morning and the moon will rise at night. They don't really set, you know. They're always rising, just rising for someone else.”
― Amber Kizer, Meridian

“She forced herself to...turn and face him. It was easier with the width of the room between them. "I wanted to be able to take this relationship at face value, to enjoy it for what it was.... And I wanted to be sure I could walk away when it was over, completely unscathed. The problem is I can't. When you walked in this morning, all I could think was how much I'd wanted to see you, how much I'd missed you, how unhappy I'd because we were angry at each other."
She stopped, straightened her shoulders. He was grinning at her, rocking back and forth on his heels. In a minute she was sure he'd be whistling. "I'd appreciate it if you'd take that smug look off your face. This isn't -"
"I love you, Julia.”
― Nora Roberts, Genuine Lies

“Goddammit, Bobby, break the speed limit!”
― Lili St. Crow, Betrayals

“Lady Katsa, is it?"
"Yes, Lord Prince."
"I've heard you have one eye green as the Middluns grasses, and the other eye blue as the sky."
"Yes, Lord Prince."
"I've heard you can kill a man with the nail of your smallest finger."
She smiled. "Yes, Lord Prince."
"Does it make it easier?"
"I don't understand you."
"To have beautiful eyes. Does it lighten the burden of your Grace, to know you have beautiful eyes?”
― Kristin Cashore, Graceling

“Della Rovere knows," I said, "or at least he suspects."
"What makes you say that?"
"I saw him in the passage a short time ago. He looked. . . upset."
"You know he is prone to constipation? Perhaps it was that.”
― Sara Poole, Poison

“... I'd already shot a zombie. Maybe this smartmouth blue-eyed apple-pie boy would be next.”
― Lili St. Crow, Strange Angels

“And if your life is a suitable exchange for my honor, why is my honor not a suitable exchange for your life?”
― Diana Gabaldon, Outlander

“I know what love feels like, but this, this man... fuck me. Steals my breath. Knots me up. Torches me."
"No, this is what denying love feels like, man. Why you denying your heart?”
― Adrian Phoenix, In the Blood

“Do not believe that others will die, not you.... I have wrestled with Thanatos knee to knee and I know how death is vanquished. Man's immortality is not to live forever; for that wish is born of fear. Each moment free from fear makes a man immortal.”
― Mary Renault, Fire from Heaven

“When you're wrecked, that's the only thing you can do, right? Hold on to whatever you can. Hold on hard.”
― Lili St. Crow, Strange Angels

“For where all love is, the speaking is unnecessary”
― Diana Gabaldon, Outlander

“What do you say when someone takes on a really bad ass, murdering sucker for you? There just aren't words for that.”
― Lilith Saintcrow, Strange Angels

“My idea of good company...is the company of clever, well-informed people, who have a great deal of conversation; that is what I call good company.'
'You are mistaken,' said he gently, 'that is not good company, that is the best.”
― Jane Austen, Persuasion

“All the privilege I claim for my own sex (it is not a very enviable one: you need not covet it), is that of loving longest, when existence or when hope is gone!”
― Jane Austen, Persuasion

“I'm not going to wear a red dress," she said.
"It would look stunning, My Lady," she called.
She spoke to the bubbles gathered on the surface of the water. "If there's anyone I wish to stun at dinner, I'll hit him in the face.”
― Kristin Cashore, Graceling

“That which yields is not always weak.”
― Jacqueline Carey, Kushiel's Dart

“A few old men might cling to their mitres and mumble their prayers, but they were a dying breed. It was men like Borgia who were the Church now. They had transformed it into a mimers' play filled with posturing and pretense, a performance to distract the rabble while they went about their worldly business out of sight.
Where was the sheperd to stand against such wolves?”
― Sara Poole, Poison

“Rest in God, my soul. He is the source of my hope”
― Sara Poole, Poison

“When he trapped you and the Jew?"
"His name was David ben Eliezer." That he had a name, that he was a man, that he mattered, all had to be acknowledged by someone. The task seemed to fall to me.”
― Sara Poole, Poison

“Who is Nando?" Cesare asked.
"Rocco's son," I replied. "A child."
Make no mistake, Cesare was a selfish and ruthless man. The entire course of his life proves this. But for all that, he could on ocassion actually be a man - and by that I do not mean that he possessed scrotum and penis, as does the rudest hog rooting in a sty. He had an instinct to care for those weaker than himself, especially children, whom he liked and valued far more than he did most adults.
But just then he was very young and lacking in the thin - in Cesare's case, extremely thin - veneer of civilization that most men manage to acquire as they pass through life.
That being the case, he gave voice to what was, in all honesty, my own instinctive response to Rocco's news.
"Merda."
I could not have put it better.”
― Sara Poole, Poison