Paranormal Romance Faeries Quotes

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Kailin Gow
“The eyes of the wolf, loving and longing and loyal, were now set squarely in the face of a man, but they were still staring at me with that same devotion, that same puppyish desire. I could feel my heart breaking quietly as I stared at him - a break that I knew was but the smallest echo of what I had made him feel when I broke his heart by the banks of the Crystal River.”
Kailin Gow

Jennifer Silverwood
“It would be nice to report she lived happily ever after till the end of her days. But such cheap, cop-out one-liners belong to other uncomplicated fairy tales.”
Jennifer Silverwood, Silver Hollow

Jennifer Silverwood
“I already feel like the Girl Who Lived around here.”
Jennifer Silverwood, Silver Hollow

Jennifer Silverwood
“If Emrys was acting normally, like the typical self-gratifying narcissist he was, then it would have been easier to keep him in that special category of potential enemy.”
Jennifer Silverwood, Silver Hollow

Jennifer Silverwood
“Amie frowned. 'That’s what I can’t figure out. I mean everyone wants their happy ending, right? No one cares about reading actual literature anymore anyway. All they want is vampires and supernatural mumbo-jumbo. It’s sick, really.”
Jennifer Silverwood, Silver Hollow

B.L. Brooklyn
“Patra is going to be pissed." Cory says, with a half smirk. Then she holds out the bottle of creamer and says, "Fix it."
“Fix what? Cory! Are you really going to ignore what just happened? That
suck face just threatened to take you and me to jail!”
“She said trial, but that’s not really the point I am trying to make.”
“I know, but it’s the point I
am trying to make!”
“I know that you’re scared. I am trying to show you why you shouldn’t be.”
She pushed the bottle of creamer in front of me again.
“I am not SCARED. I’m angry!” I ignore the creamer.
“Same thing.” She shrugs. (From The Carver's Magic)”
B.L. Brooklyn

Rebecca Rivard
“Time slowed. He was thinking in colors and sensations now, not words. The curve of her breast. The shimmer of her skin. The way her breath caught when he touched her—there.”
Rebecca Rivard, Lir's Lady