Cameron Long

“I didn’t suffer from nightmares, but I suspected that was because Bastien was there beside me, my dream catcher, a beast that guarded my unconscious mind from unwanted visitors.”
― Penelope Sky, The Saint

“My body is just a vessel that my soul inhabits, attached to a shell that it'll one day leave. And when that day comes, I won’t care to let that shell go. I carry my body around because I have to, not because it's a choice. But when I possess something meaningful, I’m choosing to hold on to it. Carrying something meaningful in my skin is effortless but holding onto something that I could lose—that takes devotion.” She drops her eyes back down, seeming to contemplate my words. I curl my finger under her chin, wanting—no needing, her eyes back. They suck the oxygen from my lungs, and I’ve always loved to toe the line between life and death. Those pretty brown eyes fasten on mine, big and round, and all I want to do is consume her. “I will always possess you, little mouse. So, know that you have all of my devotion to keeping you.” “Why does it always sound like a threat?” she wonders aloud, though a small smile tips the corner of her lips. I grin. “Because it is.” I roll to my back, bringing her with me so she’s sprawled out on my chest. “Zade,”
― H.D. Carlton, Haunting Adeline

“Tem would not yield—not her body and not her mind. Never.”
― Lindsay Straube, Kiss of the Basilisk

“For someone who hated Christmas, and hated Christmas a lot, his strict position on the holiday, he conveniently forgot. Stockings, baubles, bright garlands, and cheer. Wreaths, bells and even a cranberry beer. And they’re hanging it all, all the while their pulse is thrumming. Because surely tonight, without a doubt . . . they’ll be coming . . .”
― Meghan Quinn, How My Neighbor Stole Christmas