♥ Amber ♥

“He places the last pillow on the pile and looks at me. He jerks his head to the pile of pillows.
“I watched you die. I need to fuck you Mac.”
The words slam into me like bullets taking my knees out. I lean back against a piece of furniture-an armoire I think. I really don’t care. It holds me up. It wasn’t a request. It was an acknowledgement of a requirement to make it from this moment to the next like I need a transfusion my body has been poisoned.
“Do you want me to ” There is no purr or coyness or seduction in his voice. There is a question that needs an answer. Bare bones. That’s what he’s after. That’s what he offers.
“Yes.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever

“He's my neophyte Downworlder to mock and boss around, not yours.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels

“Hey," said Jace. who was sitting on an overturned speaker, looking at his cellphone, "do you want to see a photo of Alec and Magnus in Berlin?"
"Not really," said Simon.
"Magnus is wearing lederhosen."
"And yet, still no.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels

“Is this the part where you tell me you're secretly in love with me? Vampire mojo strikes again.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels