Pam Cauthen

“Goodbye, Christian," I murmur.

"Ana, goodbye," he says softly, and he looks utterly, utterly broken,a man in agonizing pain, reflecting how I feel inside. I tear my gaze away from him before I can change my mind and try to comfort him.

The elevator doors close close and it whisks me down to the bowels of the basement and to my own personal hell.”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades of Grey

“Laters, baby.”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades of Grey

“Raising the ordinary to extraordinary”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades of Grey

“The candle flame is too hot. It flickers and dances in the over-warm breeze, a breeze that brings no respite from the heat. Soft gossamer wings flutter to and fro in the dark, sprinkling dusty scaled in the circle of light. I'm struggling to resist, but I'm drawn. And then it's to bright, and I am flying too close to the sun, dazzled by the light, fried and melting from the heat, weary in my endeavers to stay airborn. I am so warm. The heat... It's stiffling, overpowering. It wakes me.”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades of Grey