Valeria

“He won't talk about the ordeal he's been through, either in the war or over the last few months. He won't tell me where he's headed, and I don't know where I'm headed, either. All I know is I'll remember this night--me in his arms and the lake behind me, the dance up there waiting, and the music filtering down to us. 'Dance with me?' I ask. And he does. Right there on the sand.”
― Sabrina Elkins, Stir Me Up

“I rest my head against him when our mouths break apart, and breathe him in. I love the smell of him, that mysterious, perfect, warm, delicious taste that is him.”
― Sabrina Elkins, Stir Me Up

“No killing,” Jordan said. “We’re trying to make you feel peaceful, so you don’t go up in flames. Blood, killing, war, those are all non-peaceful things. Isn’t there anything else you like? Rainforests? Chirping birds?”

“Weapons,” said Jace. “I like weapons.”

“I’m starting to think we have a problematic issue of personal philosophy here.”

Jace leaned forward, his palms flat on the ground. “I’m a warrior,” he said. “I was brought up as a warrior. I didn’t have toys, I had weapons. I slept with a wooden sword until I was five. My first books were medieval demonologies with illuminated pages. The first songs I learned were chants to banish demons. I know what brings me peace, and it isn’t sandy beaches or chirping birds in rainforests. I want a weapon in my hand and a strategy to win.”

Jordan looked at him levelly. “So you’re saying that what brings you peace … is war.”

“Now you get it.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“Avery,
I haven’t messed around with Steph since I met you. I have messed around with anyone since I met you.”
― J. Lynn, Wait for You