Flo

“Body parts really don’t like to be cut, stabbed or hacked into sections, and they express their anger by leaking all over the fuck. Jesus, we’re, like, seventy percent water or something? And you learn that’s so fucking true when you go to a fresh scene. Pools of it. Drips of it. Speckles of it. Then you got the stained clothes, rugs, bedsheets, walls, flooring—or if it’s outside, the ground cover, the concrete, the asphalt. And then there’s the smell. Blood, sweat, urine, other shit. That juicy bouquet will get in your sinuses and stay there for hours afterward.” He shook his head again. “The older cases . . . the smell is worse than the mess. Water deaths, with the bloating, are just ugly—and if that gas that’s built up gets out? The stench will knock you on your ass. And I don’t know, I wasn’t too crazy for the burn deaths either. I mean, you’d think we’d realize we’re not different than any other mammal—cooked meat is cooked meat, period. But I’ve never seen a grown man puke up his coffee and donuts over a medium rare T-bone.”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Kiss

“If you ever endanger her life again by pulling some stupid shit like that, I will rip your fucking arms off and beat you to death with them”
― Dianne Duvall, Shadows Strike

“Where in motherfucking-shit-fucking-hell-fucking bullshit had that come from?”
― Madeline Sheehan, Unattainable

“My brain tries to reconcile the gap between the man I thought he was, the man he is, and the man I want him to be.”
― Leighton Del Mia, Hero