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  • #1
    J.R. Ward
    “The chanting grew louder, deep male voice pumping.
    She looked to the brothers, the tall, fierce men who were now part of her life. Wrath pivoted and put his arm around her. Together, they swayed to the rhythm that swelled, filling the air. The brothers were as one as they paid homage in their language, a single powerful entity.
    But then, in a high, keening call, one voice broke out, lifting above the others, shooting higher and higher. The sound of the tenor was so clear, so pure, it brought shivers to the skin, a yearning warmth to the chest. The sweet notes blew the ceiling off with their glory, turning the chamber into cathedral, the brothers into a tabernacle.
    Bringing the very heavens close enough to touch.
    It was Zsadist.
    His eys closed, his head back, his mouth wide open, he sang.
    The scarred one, the soulless one, had the voice of an angel.”
    J.R. Ward, Dark Lover

  • #2
    Richelle Mead
    “You will lose what you value most...

    It hadn't been me that Rhonda was talking about. It hadn't even been Dimitri's life.

    What you value most.

    It had been his soul.”
    Richelle Mead, Shadow Kiss

  • #3
    Robert Frost
    “In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.”
    Robert Frost

  • #4
    Maria V. Snyder
    “I found a few springs of rosemary and returned. Ignoring the collective sigh when I appeared, I stripped off the leaves and handed them to Loren.
    He sniffed them in suspicion. "What's this?"
    I guess it would take more than my word for them to trust me, "Rosemary." No glimmer of recognition. "It's to make your stew taste better. Don't you know the basic herbs and spices?"
    "No. I took this job in self-defence. Quain burns everything. Belen thinks jerky is all we need to survive. Flea's idea of good meal is something that hasn't been in garbage can first. And Kerrick poisoned us---"
    "Not on purpose." Kerrick said. "The meat looked done.”
    Maria V. Snyder, Touch of Power

  • #5
    Richelle Mead
    “Ah, my daughter,ʺ he said. ʺEighteen, and already youʹve been accused of murder, aided felons, and acquired a death count higher than most guardians will ever see.ʺ He paused. ʺI couldnʹt be prouder.”
    Richelle Mead, Last Sacrifice

  • #6
    Richelle Mead
    “What the hell?" I asked. Is this daring escape being sponsored by Honda?”
    Richelle Mead, Last Sacrifice

  • #7
    Richelle Mead
    “From behind Lissa, I heard Christian say, "Worst. Timing. Ever." Adrian studied Lissa and then looked at Christain sprawling on the bed on the far side of the suite.
    "Huh," Adrian said, letting himself in. "So that's how you're going to fix the family problem. Little Dragomirs. Good idea." Christian sat up and strolled toward them.
    "Yeah, that's exactly it. You're interrupting official Council business.”
    Richelle Mead, Last Sacrifice

  • #8
    J.R. Ward
    “Don't be an asshole"
    Rhage summed up the regurgitation with two words: "Kettle.Black."
    Fucking hell. "Did you guys plan that out?"
    "Yeah and if you don't fight us"- Hollywood bit down on the grape Tootsie Pop-"we'll do it again- only with the dance moves this time"
    "Spare me."
    "Fine.Unless you agree to home it,we WILL rock the dance moves." To prove the point ,the moron linked his palms behind his head and started doing something obscene with his hips. Which was backed up by a series of,"Uh-huh,uh-huh,ohhhh, yeeeeeeah,who's your daddy..."
    The others looked at Rhage like he'd grown a horn in the middle of his forehead. Nothing unusual there. And Tohr knew that, in spite of this ridiculous diversion,if he didn't cave,the lot of them would crawl so far up his ass,he'd be coughing up shitkickers.
    Rhage wheeled around,shoved out his butt,and started slapping his moneymaker like it was bread dough.
    "For the love of the Virgin Scribe,"Z muttered "put us out of this misery, and go the fuck home"
    Someone else chimed in, "You know, I never thought there were advantages to being blind..."
    "Or deaf"
    "Or mute," somebody added”
    J.R. Ward, Lover Reborn

  • #9
    J.R. Ward
    “And if that bastard’s innocent,” Rhage spoke up, “I’m the fucking Easter bunny.”
    “Oh, good,” someone quipped. “I’m calling you Hop-along Hollywood from now on.”
    “Beasty Bo Peep,” somebody else threw out.
    “We could put you in a Cadbury ad and finally make some money—”
    “People,” Rhage barked, “the point is that he is not innocent and I’m not the Easter bunny—”
    “Where’s your basket?”
    “Can I play with your eggs?”
    “Hop it out, big guy—”
    “Will you guys fuck off ? Seriously!”
    J.R. Ward, Lover Reborn

  • #10
    J.R. Ward
    “When order in study was finally reestablished, Wrath looked downright nasty. "Next one of you mouthy assholes makes me pound my desk again, I'm throwing you the fuck out." On that note, he reached down, picked up the cowering ninety-pounds retriever, and settled George in his lap. "You're freaking out my dog and it's pissing me off.”
    J.R. Ward, Lover Reborn

  • #11
    Ben Aaronovitch
    “When I was a kid I used to drink from the tap all the time. I'd run back into the flat all hot and sweaty from playing and didn't even bother putting it in a glass, just turned the tap on and stuck my mouth underneath it. If my mom caught me doing it she used to scold me, but my dad just said that I had to be careful. 'What if a fish jumped out?' he used to say. 'You'd swallow it before you knew it was there.' Dad was always saying stuff like that and it wasn't until I was seventeen that I realised it was because he was stoned all the time.”
    Ben Aaronovitch, Midnight Riot

  • #12
    Margaret Weis
    “What do you see to the south?" Tanis asked abruptly.
    Raistilin glanced at him. "What do I ever see with these eyes of mine Half-Elf?" the mage whispered bitterly. "I see death, death and destruction. I see war." He gestured up above. "The constellations have not returned. The Queen of Darkness is not defeated."
    "We may have not won the war," Tanis began, "but surely we have won a major battle---"
    Raistlin coughed and shook his head sadly.
    "Do you see no hope?"
    "Hope is the denial of reality. It is the carrot dangled before the draft horse to keep him plodding along in the vain attempt to reach it."
    "Are you saying we should just give up?" Tanis asked, irritably tossing the bark away.
    "I'm saying we should remove the carrot and walk forward with our eyes open," Raistin answered. Coughing he drew his robes more closely around him.”
    Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman

  • #13
    Margaret Weis
    “How certain are you that this forest is Darken Wood, Raistin?"
    "How certain is one of anything, Half-Elven?" the mage replied. "I am not certain of drawing my next breath. But go ahead. Walk into the wood that no living man has ever walked out. Death is life's one great certainty, Tanis."
    The half-elf felt a sudden urge to throw Raistlin off the side of the mountain.”
    Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman

  • #14
    Margaret Weis
    “How do you know they're magic and not some mechanical device of the dwarves?" Tanis asked, sensing that Tas was hiding something.
    Tas gulped. He had been hoping Tanis wouldn't ask him that question.
    "Uh," Tas stammered, "I---I guess I did sort of happened to, uh, mention them to Raistilin one night when you were all busy doing something else. He told me they might be magic. To find out, he said one of those weird spells of his and they--uh--began to glow. That meant they were enchanted. He asked me what they did and I demonstated and he said they were 'glasses of true seeing.' The dwarven magic-users of old made them to read books written in other languages and--" Tas stopped.
    "And?" Tanis pursued.
    "And--uh--magic spellbooks." Tas's voice was a whisper.
    "And what else did Raistlin say?"
    "That if I touched his spellbooks or even looked at them sideways, he'd turn me into a cricket and s-swallow m-me whole," Tasselhoff stammered. He looked up at Tanis with his wide eyed. "I belived him, too."
    Tanis shook his head. Trust Raistlin to come up with a threat awful enough to quensh the curiosity of a kender.”
    Margaret Weis, Dragons of Winter Night

  • #15
    Margaret Weis
    “Shuddering Tanis stepped back. Raistlin gave the drawstring on the top of the bag a quick jerk, snapping it shut. Then, glancing at them distrustfully, he slipped the bag within his robes, secreting it in one of his numerous hidden pockets, and begun to turn away. But Tanis stopped him.
    "Things can never again be the same between us, can they?" the half-elf asked quietly.
    Raistlin looked at him for a moment, and Tanis saw a brief flicker of regret in the young mage's eyes, a longing for trust and friendship and return to the days of youth.
    "No," Raistilin whispered. "But such was the price I paid.”
    Margaret Weis

  • #16
    Margaret Weis
    “Raistlin lay on the floor, his skin white, his breathing shallow. Blood trickled from his mouth. Kneeling down, Caramon lifted him in his arms.
    "Raistlin?" he whispered. "What happened?"
    "That's what happened," Tanis said grimly, pointing.
    Caramon glanced up, his gaze coming to rest on the dragon orb - now grown to the size Caramon had seen in Silvanesti. It stood on the stand Raistlin had made for it. Caramon sucked in his breath in horror. Terrible visions of Lorac flooded his mind. Lorac insane, dying...
    "Raist!" he moaned, clutching his brother tightly.
    Raistlin's head moved feebly. His eyelids fluttered, and he opened his mouth.
    "What?" Caramon bent low, his brother's breath cold upon his skin. "What?"
    "Mine..." Raistlin whispered. "Spells...of the ancients...mine...Mine..." The mage's head lolled, his words died. But his face was calm, placid, relaxed. His breathing grew regular.”
    Margaret Weis, Dragons of Winter Night

  • #17
    Cassandra Clare
    “I've got the Mark of Cain," said Simon. "That means nothing can kill me, right?"
    "You can kill yourself," Magnus said, somewhat unhelpfully. "As far as I know, inanimate objects can accidentally kill you. So if you were planning on teaching yourself the lambada on a greased platform over a pit full of knives, I wouldn't."
    "There goes my Saturday.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

  • #18
    Cassandra Clare
    “No kissing?"
    "Well, kissing, probably. But as for the rest of it..."
    She brushed her cheek lightly against his. "It's okay with me if it's okay with you."
    "Of course it's not okay with me. I'm a teenage boy. As far as I'm concerned, this is the worst thing that's happened since I found out why Magnus was banned from Peru.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

  • #19
    Cassandra Clare
    “Of course you realize you're leaving me in the position of being the one tell everyone - your mother, Luke, Alec, Izzy, Magnus...'
    'I guess I shouldn't have said there wouldn't be no risk to you,' Clary said meekly.
    'That's right,' said Simon. 'Just remember, when your mother's gnawing my ankle like a furious mama bear separated from her cub, I did it for you.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

  • #20
    Margaret Weis
    “A chill penetrating wail of outrage screamed up from the depts of the Abyss. So loud and horrifying was it that all the citizens of Palanthas woke shruddering from even the deepest sleep and lay in their beds, paralyzed by fear, waiting for the end of the world. The guards on the the city walls could move neither hand nor foot. Shutting their eyes, they cowered in shadows, awaiting death. Babies wimpered in fear, dogs cringed and slunk beneath beds, cat's eyes gleamed.
    The shriek sounded again, and a pale hand reached out from the Tower gates. A ghastly face, twisted in fury, floated in the dank air.
    Raistlin did not move.
    The hand drew near, the face promised him tortures of the Abyss, where he would be dragged for his great folly in daring the curse of the Tower. The skeletal hand touched Raistlin's heart. Then, trembling, it halted.
    'Know this,' said Raistlin calmly, looking up at the Tower, pitching his voice so that it could be heard by those within. 'I am the master of the past and the present! My coming was foretold. For me, the gates will open.'
    The skeletal hand shrank back and, with a slow sweeping motion of invitation, parted the darkness. The gates swung open upon silent hinges.
    Raistlin passed through them without a glance at the hand or the pale visage that was lowered in reverence. As he entered, all the black and shapeless, dark and shadowy things dwelling within the Tower bowed in homage.
    Then Raistlin stopped and looked around him.
    'I am home,' he said.”
    Margaret Weis, Dragons of Spring Dawning

  • #21
    Margaret Weis
    “Interesting." Raistlin coughed the word.
    Tanis glanced at him sharply. "What is interesting?"
    "I've never heard you lie before, Half-Elf," Raistlin said softly. " I find it...quite...fascinating.”
    Margaret Weis, Dragons of Spring Dawning

  • #22
    Margaret Weis
    “Flint snorted. The kender was beginning to make sence, a fact that caused the dwarf to shake his head and wonder if maybe he shouldn't lie down somewhere out in the sun.”
    Margaret Weis, Dragons of Spring Dawning

  • #23
    Margaret Weis
    “Then he heard a familiar voice.
    "That's got 'em! Wonderfull spell, Fireball--"
    "Fizban!" Tanis groaned.”
    Margaret Weis, Dragons of Spring Dawning

  • #24
    E.L. James
    “What is it about elevators?”
    E.L. James, Fifty Shades of Grey

  • #25
    E.L. James
    “I Ignore the unwelcome stab of disappointment. Why do I want to spend every single minute with this controlling sex god? Oh yes, I've fallen in love with him, and he can fly.”
    E.L. James, Fifty Shades of Grey

  • #26
    Richelle Mead
    “You used nunchucks on a moose?"
    Wolfe got a haunted look in his eyes. "I used all sorts of things on that bastard.”
    Richelle Mead, The Golden Lily

  • #27
    P.G. Wodehouse
    “And she's got brains enough for two, which is the exact quantity the girl who marries you will need.”
    P.G. Wodehouse, Mostly Sally

  • #28
    Ben Aaronovitch
    “For a terrifying moment I thought he was going to hug me, but fortunately we both remembered we were English just in time. Still, it was a close call.”
    Ben Aaronovitch, Moon Over Soho

  • #29
    Ben Aaronovitch
    “What's the biggest thing you've zapped with a fireball?' I asked.
    'That would be a tiger,'said Nightingale.
    'Well don't tell Greenpeace,' I said. 'They're an endagered species.'
    'Not that sort of tiger,' said Nightingale. 'A Panzer-kampfwagen sechs Ausf E.'
    I stared at him. 'You knocked out a Tiger tank with a fireball?'
    'Actually I knocked out two,' said Nightingale. 'I have to admit that the first one took three shots, one to disable the tracks, one through the driver's eye slot and one down the commander's hatch - brewed up rather nicely.”
    Ben Aaronovitch, Moon Over Soho

  • #30
    “As he lay down, a slight sigh spilled from his thin lips. Most likely it was just his chest wound having its say. Of course, no one else would ever know for sure. D's sorrow, his joy, and his pain belonged to him alone.”
    Hideyuki Kikuchi, Vampire Hunter D Volume 5: The Stuff of Dreams



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