You could kill me, Alice, he looked at me seriously. That’s how much you mean to me. As foolish and masochistic as that makes me, you are so much to me that even if it destroys me to be with you, I’ll be with you!
How did I look at you? I asked thickly. Like you had to, like I was a magnet you were pulled to. There was no choice, he said. And when you look at Jack, it’s because when he’s around, why would you want to look at anything else? You love him the way you could never love me.
Because you’re here with me, Jack said. Any night that ends with that can’t be that bad.
I don’t care where I come from or who you are. I can make you happy, and you make me happy. We could have a happily ever after.
I only saw fire and chandeliers and smoke. No people. Not the room. Not even a time frame. Do you know how many chandeliers there are in the south wing alone? What was I supposed to do? Tell everyone to avoid chandeliers forever?
I decided to go along with it. If he tried to give me the runaround, I would bolt. I didn’t have time to waste on vague answers and evasive language. Matt and Rhys were captive, and Rhys couldn’t even sit down.
I will make this world a better place, whether they like it or not. That’s the fun of being Queen.
Self-publishing is great, but I don’t want to be an icon for it, or anything else.
I want to be a writer. I do not want to spend 40 hours a week handling e-mails, formatting covers, finding editors, etc.
I’m not a bloody cockroach. What’s all this about? What are you trying to find out?
When I was a little kid, before I learned how to write, I would tell stories.
My mom has a tape from when I was, like, 2 years old, talking with my grandma, telling her a story that’s really elaborate about werewolves and wolves.
I get that we can’t be together. And it’s not like I’m so weak-willed that the simple act of saying hello to me will cause me to jump your bones in the hall.
You can’t let doubt or fear or guilt eat away at you. You are good and you need to remember that above all else. Love is stronger than hatred, and you are made of love.
When I said it aloud, it sounded terribly creepy, which is why I had said it aloud.
You’re killing me here! You are far more dangerous than I am!
The only consent hinge in life is that everyhin is changing. And that’s a little scary, but it means that hints can’t be bad or hard forever.
In case you haven’t noticed, I’m a lover not a fighter.
He stepped into my room with one graceful move, as if entering through bedroom windows was nothing out of the ordinary.
As a rule, I don’t enjoy being tossed into closets and having the door shut on my face, but I knew he was protecting me.