thewordlover

“I stepped away from Annabeth. “We were just looking at maps,” I said stupidly.

Malcolm stared at me. “Okay.”
― Rick Riordan, The Battle of the Labyrinth

“Tell me again what you said at the revel,” he says, climbing over me, his body against mine.

“What?” I can barely think.

“That you hate me,” he says, his voice hoarse. “Tell me that you hate me.”

“I hate you,” I say, the words coming out like a caress. I say it again, over and over. A litany. An enchantment. A ward against what I really feel. “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.”

He kisses me harder.

“I hate you,” I breathe into his mouth. “I hate you so much that sometimes I can’t think of anything else.”
― Holly Black, The Wicked King

“Here's to peace. And those who get in the way of it.”
― Phoebe Waller-Bridge, Fleabag: The Original Play

“I mean, she looked good. Really good. I probably would've been tongue-tied if I could've said anything except reet, reet, reet.”
― Rick Riordan, The Sea of Monsters