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I just realized that they cancelled KU in Croatia. Can't believe now that I've moved home, I'll lose access to so many books. Here's hoping I can fool Amazon a bit longer since my UK card is still paying for the membership - fingers crossed!

Cruelty mothers cruelty, pain breeds pain, abuse fosters abuse.

She didn't know how to explain that when you are entirely alone, you have all the time in the world to practise whistling like a bird. When there is no one in the world you can turn to, a horse or even a lion may give you companionship. When you don't know if there's anyone in the world like you, you seek contact with something living however you can.

The Earth Mother was leaving her children, to find their own way, to carve out their own lives, to pay the consequences of their own actions - to come of age. Not in his lifetime, not in many lifetimes to come, but the first inexorable step had been taken. She had passed on Her parting Gift, Her Gift of Knowledge.

He sensed a divergence, a path splitting, a choice, and he had no one to guide him. A current of warm air raised hair on the back of his neck. He knew She was leaving him. He had never consciously felt her presence, but he knew when She was gone, and the void She left behind ached. It was the beginning of an ending: the ending of the ice, the end of an age, the end of the time when Her nourishment provided.

I love you, Jondalar. It won't be easy to get over you, but you gave me something. I was afraid to love. I lost so many loves that I pushed all feelings of love away. I knew I would lose you, Jondalar, but I loved you anyway. Now I know that I can love again, and if I lose it, it doesn't take away the love that was. You gave that to me. And maybe something more.

After a while, I'd dry up, be an empty shell, and find ways to make your life as miserable as mine. You'd go on being your wonderful, caring, generous self, because you'd know why I had become like that. But you'd hate yourself for it. And everyone would wonder how you could stand such a carping, bitter old woman. I won't do that to you, Jondalar. And I won't do it to me.

Because I would love you. I couldn't help it. I would love you and die a little every day knowing you didn't love me the same way. No woman can keep from loving you, Jondalar. And every time we would make love, like we did tonight, I would wither inside more. Wanting you so much, loving you so much, and knowing that as much as you might want to, you didn't love me back.

Only in the animal named human did the survival depend on more than strength and fitness. Already puny compared tot heir carnivorous competitors, mankind depended on cooperation and compassion to survive.

"But we'll burn that bridge when we come to it."
"Cross. The saying is 'cross that bridge when we come to it'."

Vivienne.
Many things went through his head when he saw that she was asking him to meet her near midnight, giving him just an address, and only 80 percent were filthy.
Clearly, he was growing as a human being.

What Rhys knew was that kissing her felt like waking up. Like he'd been drifting sleepily through everything for the past nine years until he tasted her mouth again and remembered what actually being alive felt like. Better than any magic, Vivienne's kiss.
And he didn't want to go without it for another nine years.

He blew out a breath, scrubbing a hand over his hair. It flopped perfectly back into place, absolutely doing The Thing, and Vivi groaned inwardly. It really wasn't fair. All the bad parts of the curse, and none of the silly bits? What kind of trade-odd was that?

Keep seeing Goodreads is glitching for other people too recently. Ngl, kind of glad it's not just me, I was starting to worry that something was wrong with my wifi... or my laptop.

For one, I am in town for altruistic purposes that benefit you and your family. Two, when you were on top of me, I did not make a single pervy reference to other times we'd found ourselves in that position."
"Except that you're doing that now, but continue."
"And three... Actually, number three was going to be a pervy reference to our past, so probably best you leave me here to die."

Had he always found polka dots so instantly and insanely erotic?
Wasn't really a thing he'd considered before, and it was possible he'd hit his head somewhere in his fall, but there was nothing for it now. Polka dots had replaced black lace and red satin in any sexual fantasy he might have for the rest of his life.

"Goddess, we beseech you that this man shall never again darken Vivi's door or her vagina."
"Goddess, we beseech you to make him the sort of a man who will forever think the clitoris is exactly one-third of an inch away from where it actually is."
"Diabolical Vivi. Truly dark magic."
"You broke my heart, Rhys Penhallow. And we curse you. You and your whole stupid, hot line."

Never mix vodka and witchcraft.

Great first line! Already love the book.

Just like your writing. You don't write to get to the end. You write because you enjoy doing it. You write and don't want it to end.

"Over the moon."
"No clichés in the card. Your own rules."

"Lightning?"
"Sounds like it."
"Remind me what they look like?" he asks.
"Like little cracks in the universe. And another world is peeking through."

He always loved having Sam around.
Mr. Lee said he "brought in good luck".
"What did I bring in?" I once asked him.
You brought in Sam.

The more I re-read this book, and the story with David and Julian, I like it more. But I'm still conflicted at the fact that Zack and Richard's story is split.

Zack is so funny and delightful. We need more characters like this.

"Hate to see him go, hate to watch him leave," he mumbles. "It's all terrible."
August leans back looking sideways at Wes, as he dedicates himself to picking at the label on his beer, and emanating an air of abject misery.
"Wes," August says. "Have you ever heard of a hairy frog?"
Wes eyes her with suspicion. "Is that, like... a sex act?"

"- She's not exactly.. available."
"I see," her mom says. "Well, you know what my policy is."
"Never go to a second location with someone unless you checked their trunk for weapons first," August monotones.
"You can mock it all you want, but I've never been murdered."

"What kind of safeword is a waffle-cone, anyway?"

//

"Oh yeah, classic getting-to-know-you conversation," Myla says from across the hall. "What kind of music do you like? Where are you from? Do you now or have you ever had crabs?"
"You just described our first date, verbatim," Niko points out.

She says she loved every girl like summer: bright and warm and fleeting, never too deep because she'd be gone soon.