Will rolled up his sleeves. “We’ll probably have to knock down the door – ” “Or,” said Jem, reaching out and giving the knob a twist, “not.” The door swung open onto a rectangle of darkness. “Now, that’s simply laziness,” said Will.
Unless there was a reason for me to stay.
And I think that you do not understand that sometimes the only choice is between acceptance and madness.
You’ve always been what you are. That’s not new. What you’ll get used to is knowing it.
There was something peculiarly gratifying about shouting in a blind rage until your words ran out.
She had never imagined that the kiss would be so brief and desperate and wild. Or that it would taste of holy water. Holy water and blood.
He was still stroking the inside of her wrist, his touch doing odd delicious things to her skin and nerves.
I must say, I rather like the way you manage Will.
That though he is weak, he can still burn.
There was a man who was worthless, and knew he was worthless, and yet however far down he tried to sink his soul, there was always some part of him capable of great action.
His steady gaze held hers. His blue eyes were very dark, uniquely so. She had known people before with blue eyes, but they had always been light blue. Will’s were the color of the sky just on the edge of night.
Were you thinking about eating me?
I do not walk like a duck.
The witchlight made his skin paler, his eyes more intently blue. They were the color of the water in the North Atlantic, where the ice drifted on its blue-black surface like the snow clinging to the dark glass pane of a window.
I’m not going to be at all pleased if you’ve blinded me, Henry.
He always lived in his head. He never cared about how things were, only how they would be, someday, when he had everything he wanted. When we had everything we wanted.
She had never thought about her name much before, but when he said it, it was as if she were hearing it for the first time – the hard T, the caress of the double S, the way it seemed to end on a breath.
Do you often sleep tied to the bed?
Whoever loves you now – and you must also love yourself – will love the truth of you.
Do you normally turn up in gentlemen’s bedrooms in the middle of the night? If I’d known that, I would have campaigned harder to make sure Charlotte let you stay.