Medusa Dracul

“My hand moves of its own volition, probably more out of shock than anything else, and I slap him hard right across the face. The room falls silent, and everyone's looking at me like I'm some kind of crazy person.”
― L.H. Cosway, Painted Faces

“He shakes his head minutely. “What are you doing to me?” he breathes, his eyes never leaving mine. I’m loving you, I think. But I can’t say that, so I show him instead. I close the small distance between us, pressing my lips to his. He groans softly, a sort of primal noise that begins in the back of his throat and makes my tongue quiver as it finds his. His other hand goes to my waist, to the place where I am scarred underneath all that pretty coloured ink, and I shudder involuntarily. He moves the hand on my face to the back of my neck, pulling me closer, kissing me deeper. I feel like I am falling forever, but it is a good fall. It feels amazing. It feels like I was born to love this man.”
― Lili St. Germain, Six Brothers

“There is always something left to love. And if you ain’t learned that, you ain’t learned nothing.”
― Lorraine Hansberry

“The young who are male can never resist showing off their knowledge, no doubt because they possess so little.”
― Kate Elliott, Cold Magic