It was such a shame, John thought to himself, that it took death to make him appreciate the living so much.
How old are you?” “Eighteen years out of my transition. You?” He raised his cocktail glass. “Three hundred fifty-eight years and two months.” “Not even middle-aged.” “No.” He smiled. “Not old. Now, if we were humans, this would be inappropriate.” “Well, you would be dead. So yes, necrophilia is creepy.
Sometimes strength rested not in resistance, but in the release of arms against a foe of one’s own creation.
Please,” Eddie implored. “Not Lassiter. Anybody but Lassiter – he could be anywhere on the planet, doing anything.
There was a reason for rituals. When you were lost in your own life, they provided a false structure, like paper walls for your house of cards, the illusion that things were predictable and safe sometimes the only thing that got you through.
Sometimes the changes in life came at you so fast, and with such fury, there was no way to keep up with reality. It took time for things to sink in, the new equilibrium establishing itself only after some period of your brain sloshing back and forth against the walls of your head. He was still in the slosh zone.
Excuse me,” she cut in. “Is that a grenade?” Ehric looked at the compact, palm-sized bomb in his hand. “Why, yes. It is.
It would be a duty that I would seek to fulfill all the nights I am upon this earth.” Mary.
Lassiter,” Ad and Colin said together. At the sound of the name, even Devina rolled her eyes. “Oh, Christ. Him again.
You couldn’t soar if you didn’t leap.
Time was way too finite: no matter how much of it you had with someone you loved, when the end came, it wasn’t nearly enough.
Rarity went hand in hand with reverence.
You didn’t need to know the specifics about a male like that to be fully aware he was a Taylor Swift song waiting to happen.
It appeared, after decades of being without a tribe, that he and his brother had found theirs.
I’m proud of you, and I love you,” Blay said yet again, that old, familiar voice cutting through all of those years of rejection and judgement, giving him not just a rope of acceptance to hang onto, but a flesh-and-blood hand to lead him out of the darkness of his past... And into a future that didn’t require lies or excises, because of what he was, and what they were, was both extraordinary – and nothing out of the ordinary. Love, after all, was universal.
Letting go meant you accepted what couldn’t be changed. You didn’t try to hold on to hope in order to coerce a change in fortune... nor did you battle against superior forces of fate and try to make them capitulate to your will... nor did you beg for salvation because you assumed you knew better. Letting go meant you stared at what was before you with clear eyes, recognizing that unfettered choice was the exception and destiny the rule.
Destiny was like the passage of time, however, immutable and unforgiving and uninterested in the personal opinion of those who breathed.
The strong do not wallow. They move forward.
I love you. You are my heart beating outside of my chest. I don’t care who you are mated to, or whether they have blond hair or black hair, blue or green eyes, male or female parts – as long as you are happy, that’s all I worry about. I want for you what you want for yourself. I love you, Blaylock – I love you.
I don’t give a crap what happened between you and Xcor – mother to mother, I care only about you and the babies. And my husband will see my point of view. Trust me.” Layla.