Michelle Quotes

“She exuded sexuality almost tangible, like ink obscuring the waters around the octopus before it strikes.”
― Travis Luedke, The Nightlife: Las Vegas

“Her loving hands, soft lips, and perfumed scents were an addiction for which he had no cure.”
― Travis Luedke, The Nightlife: Paris

“Opening night is in a week. Already announced to the papers, already sent out in the newsletter in fancy, glossy, full-color glory. Which means I have two days, max, to finish the framing—easily a week’s worth of work—and then four days for drilling the star maps I’ve already marked on the plywood, painting, wiring, installing, and finessing.Leaving me only one day—the day of the evening gala—to clean and get the actual exhibits set up.
It’s impossible.
I will make it happen or die trying.
I don’t realize I’ve said that last part aloud until I notice Michelle’s horrified face.”
― Kiersten White, The Chaos of Stars

“He knew that if Michelle entered into the walls of the Vatican, she’d corrupt every single clergyman within, causing them to forsake their vows in trade for a few moments with her. With one glance men would happily follow her to the bowels of hell and swim across the lake of fire to get to her.”
― Travis Luedke, The Nightlife: Las Vegas

“Run, Torak! The bear...is...possessed...”
― Michelle Paver, Wolf Brother

“You are blood of my blood and you will answer to me when I command.”
― Travis Luedke

“Unrequited love sucks. It should be against the law.”
She brightened.
“If it was, then I could have Rick arrest me. I’d love to be handcuffed to him.”
― Carla Cassidy, Last Gasp

“Two to one. Better for your health to move along," David said using a tone that usually meant punishment. Lockdown for me. And for my brothers, a cuff upside the head and then a lockdown.

The man behind me have a low chuckle. "I'm not too worried about it.”
― Melissa Haag, (Mis)fortune

“In history, the bleeding
from arbitrary beatings, forced
breedings, and choked-heat
breathing could almost be withstood
by soul-feeding songs sung,
or listlessly hummed
just to go on.”
― Kristen Henderson, Of My Maiden Smoking