“If Jace was gold, catching the light and the attention, Alec was silver: so used to everyone else looking at Jace that that was where he looked too, so used to living in Jace’s shadow that he didn’t expect to be seen. Maybe it was enough to be the first person to tell Alec that he was worth being seen ahead of anyone in a room, and of being looked at longest.
And silver, though few people knew it, was a rarer metal than gold.”
― The Course of True Love [and First Dates]
And silver, though few people knew it, was a rarer metal than gold.”
― The Course of True Love [and First Dates]
“Ronan didn't care to think about this. It gave him the same vibe he used to get back at the Barns some nights, when he got trapped in one particular train of thought, where he imagined he and Adam had been together a very long time and then Ronan died of old age or bad choices and Adam found someone else and later they all three died and were reunited in the afterlife, and rather than getting to spend the rest of eternity together, Adam had to split his time between Ronan and this stupid usurper he'd fallen in love with as a widower, which completely ruined the point of Heaven. And that was before Ronan even got to worrying if Adam made it to the afterlife at all, with his agnostic tendencies.”
― Mister Impossible
― Mister Impossible
“You’re mine, Brandon. Fucking mine. If you think there’s another option out there for you other than me, I have a news flash for you.” I bite the shell of his ear and he moans, the sound muffled by my hand. “You fucking don’t. Just know that I’ll slaughter anyone you let near you and fuck you in their blood.”
― God of Fury
― God of Fury
“Hennessy carefully patted the blood away to reveal the tattoo. It was difficult to not be overwhelmed by the realness of it, the permanence of it. Part of him expected her to just wipe the blood and ink away to reveal bare skin, but instead, his entire left arm was patterned darkly from shoulder to wrist with something like chain mail.
No, like snakeskin.
Each scale was a pure dark green, and the only place his skin showed through was in a narrow line to indicate the edge of each interlocking scale.
It felt like a lifetime ago he and Hennessy had held a snake in the abandoned museum. Bryde had ordered them to look at the reptile, to study it, take in its details in case they wanted to dream it later. They had. But Hennessy had been wide awake, not dreaming, when she’d painted these scales up and down his skin.
“Fuck you,” he told her. “This is so good.”
She gave him the ghost of a smile. “Welcome back, Ronan Lynch.”
It was still jarring to be Ronan Lynch. Time behaved so differently here; it was important here. One did not have endless dark moments to fill; human lives were so short, so urgent—
“Where’s Adam?”
Hennessy asked, “What?”
“Adam. My Adam. Adam!”
― Greywaren
No, like snakeskin.
Each scale was a pure dark green, and the only place his skin showed through was in a narrow line to indicate the edge of each interlocking scale.
It felt like a lifetime ago he and Hennessy had held a snake in the abandoned museum. Bryde had ordered them to look at the reptile, to study it, take in its details in case they wanted to dream it later. They had. But Hennessy had been wide awake, not dreaming, when she’d painted these scales up and down his skin.
“Fuck you,” he told her. “This is so good.”
She gave him the ghost of a smile. “Welcome back, Ronan Lynch.”
It was still jarring to be Ronan Lynch. Time behaved so differently here; it was important here. One did not have endless dark moments to fill; human lives were so short, so urgent—
“Where’s Adam?”
Hennessy asked, “What?”
“Adam. My Adam. Adam!”
― Greywaren
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