ness

“No, I just love this dumb fucking game.”
― Cat Sebastian, You Should Be So Lucky

“I’m not picky. I’m particular. I care about quality. I like nice things. And it’s been perfectly clear to me for weeks that whatever happened between us was not going to lack for quality.”
“Has it, now?”
“Yes,” Mark says, poking Eddie in his chest. It’s like poking a wall. “And you don’t need to look so smug about it.”
“Oh, I beg to differ. I need to look exactly this smug about it. My dick just got called quality.”
― Cat Sebastian, You Should Be So Lucky

“We'll see how much I can do from a hospital room." George lets out a laugh. "Who am I kidding. I'll walk out of here on my own if I need to. I'm not dying in a hospital bed, and I'm not retiring." He coughs, and it sounds painful. "It's a beautiful game, sometimes."
There's a sense of loss in the old man's voice: He'll probably never see another game in person. This game that he's devoted his life to writing about, this game that he decided he'd like to spend his last years around, has been taken from him. That's what George just told him, though. This is what time does.”
― Cat Sebastian, You Should Be So Lucky

“Love had changed the situation. Niall didn't yet love the strange, dangerous child, but he loved Declan, and Declan loved Ronan. So Ronan lived.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Greywaren