Sasha Quotes

“See," Sasha muttered, eyeing the sun. "It's mine.”
― Jennifer Egan, A Visit from the Goon Squad

“But I cannot believe her mad. Reckless she is, and immodest, and sometimes I fear for her soul. But she is only herself; she is not mad.”
― Katherine Arden, The Girl in the Tower

“Sasha, studying her, surprised himself by saying, "You look just like our mother."
Her eyes opened at that; sudden pleasure drove away the shadows in her face. He said, smiling, "Our mother always put bread in the oven at night. For the domovoi.”
― Katherine Arden, The Winter of the Witch

“There probably are, but you would need a thaumaturge for that.
They have books upon books of old magic. We only have Google.”
― Victoria Escobar, Of Gaea

“She bit the inside of her cheek. “You wouldn’t keep secrets from me, would you? I mean we’ve been friends how long?”

"We have been friends, thirteen years, eight months, two weeks, four days,” The wheelchair stopped and Ari watched the long shadow look at his watch. “Sixteen hours, four minutes and forty seven seconds and counting I’d say; give or take thirty minutes. Or if you want the short version: five thousand and four days plus or minus a few hours."

She put her hands to her face and laughed to keep from crying. “Please tell me you made half of that up. Who actually keeps track of time like that?”
― Victoria Escobar, Of Gaea

“Has the world gone insane? This kind of thing didn’t happen in Wyoming. The horses or cattle never got jealous or murderous.” She slid into the backseat of the car, and he followed. “Well, occasionally, one did, but it was easy enough to stop them. We ate the steer that gave us trouble and worked with the horse until it behaved.”
Giovanni laughed. “Well, I don’t think Aaron or the hit man would like it if we ate them.”
― Christine Feehan, Shadow Keeper

“We are love in slow motion. We move as one, leaving the darkness behind, where it belongs, and become the light.”
― J.A. Huss, Wasted Lust

“Syn finished with dispatch then called his first officer. While waiting for the phone to be answered he told Furi to pack a bag with whatever he would need for the next couple of days. Furi didn’t move.

“Furious,” Syn growled. He wanted to get the hell out of that apartment just in case Sasha wanted to come finish the job.

“I’m not leaving. She is not going to run me out of my own damn place.” Furi jutted out his chin in defiance.

Syn forgot about his phone call and came to stand directly in front of Furi. “Go and pack a bag now. That crazy bitch is not going to get a second chance if I have anything to say about it.”

“You don’t have anything to say about it.”

“The hell I don’t,” Syn barked. “Your foolish pride will get you killed. Let's deal with her and then you’re more than welcome to come home. Don’t let your stubbornness make you an easy target, because that’s just stupid.”

“You calling me stupid?” Furi snapped right back.

Syn rolled his eyes in frustration. “Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me? Furious we don’t have time for this Mickey Mouse bullshit right now. Go get your shit and let’s move.” Syn went over to the only window in Furi’s apartment and stood watch while Furi threw some clothes, toiletries, books and a laptop into a bag, grumbling curses the entire time. Syn let him say whatever he wanted to, as long as he was doing what needed to be done.

Furi had a large duffle draped over his shoulder when he came to stand in front of Syn. “Done, Detective. Anything else you want to order me to do?”

Syn took a quick calming breath. He took Furi’s duffle off his shoulder and set it gently at his feet. He put his arms around Furi’s waist and pulled him to him. “I’m not trying to order you around. I just can’t let anyone hurt you.” Syn squeezed his eyes shut.”
― A. E. Via

“Of course Sasha chose that moment to open the door. "Cam? Oh. Shit. Sorry."
Cam met Sasha's liquid gaze and forgot all about his friends at his knees. "Hey."
"Hey, yourself." Sasha ventured farther into the room. "Is this a private party, or can anyone play?"
"Depends," Sonny quipped from the floor. "Do you have lopsided balls? We're doing an in-depth analysis here.”
― Garrett Leigh, Bones

“Wow. I didn't think I'd ever see you like that."
Cam trembled; he couldn't help it. He felt like his body was not his own. "Like what?"
"So..." Sasha seemed to search for the right word. "Involved, maybe? On-screen, you all seem kinda cold. I guess I figured you'd done it all before."
Cam took a moment to gather himself. A phrase came to him, and he allowed himself a wry grin. "It's not the same. That's work, even if it's one of my friends. This is real sex.”
― Garrett Leigh, Bones

“Actually, beauty secrets of fairy godmother would make a good post”
― Jen Calonita

“In a mere twenty minutes, they'd blown past the desired point of meaningful-connection-through-shared-experience into the less appealing state of knowing-each-other-too-well.”
― Jennifer Egan, A Visit from the Goon Squad

“He was unlucky, was Sasha Misurov; and if aunt Ilenka’s grandmother’s churn was broken and the butter was gone and Pyetr Kochevikov and his rowdy, well-born friends made a shambles of the tavern yard, why, look to Sasha’s luck, the more since he was standing there like a fool”
― C.J. Cherryh, Rusalka

“When you doubt something-I think that could hurt the spell or whatever, even when you’re as powerful as he.”
― C.J. Cherryh, Rusalka

“I wonder what happened to this Kavi Chernevog. I wonder where he is.”
― C.J. Cherryh, Rusalka

“The house rightfully was Eveshka’s, Pyetr certainly was, and that left Sasha Misurov lately feeling all his own happiness so fragile a misaimed wish could shatter it.”
― C.J. Cherryh, Chernevog

“Sweet oils and pine, bay for forseeing: it was not what one burned so much as the thought one put into it, master Ulamets would say. They filled the bathouse with aromatic smoke and steam: they flung herbs into the small stone furnace and wished for visions in the firelit dark.”
― C.J. Cherryh, Chernevog