Besides, you think I’m not used to hurting? For me, it’s home sweet home, my brother.
Life has gotten in the way of our life.
Chaos and love when hand in hand and oh, the glorious grace of the world because of it.
Life is such a glorious trauma, is it not?
When I want you to beg, I’ll tell you.
Man, it was a good thing vampires didn’t get cancer. Lately he’d been chain-smoking like a felon.
Whoa. Fangs. She had fangs. She leaned in, prodded them a little. Eating with those puppies was going to take some getting used to, she thought. On impulse, she brought up her hands, turned her fingers into claws. Hissed. Cool.
Nothing that passes between us will ever be wrong. Come back to me.
All right, then, her first rule for the rest of her days: no more looking outside for definitions. She might not have any clue who she was, but better to be lost and searching than shoved into a social box by someone else.
But come on, like she hadn’t seen every aisle in his grocery store already?
Uh-huh, right. Let me count all the ways you and I aren’t going there.
Blay was the closest thing to an angel Qhuinn had ever come near.
In the center was a tiny handprint in red paint.
The quick and the dead are all the same. Everyone’s just looking for home.
And bottom line, without John by her side, everything seemed to be just a big, resounding meh.
And for all he had learned to bandage himself up on the outside, the wound remained just as bad and deep as the moment it had been made – when it became obvious that the one male he wanted above all others was never, ever going to be with him.
With his fantastic mane of multicoloured hair, Phury should have been in Hollywood’s league with the ladies, but he’d stuck with his vow of celibacy. There was room for one and only one love in his life, and it had been slowly killing him for years.
To her, saving grace meant you got to live out your life like a normal person: You were healthy and strong, an the prospect of death was just some far-off, barely acknowledged hypothetical. A debt to be paid off in a future you couldn’t imagine.
He thought about all the holes in him, the blank places, the voids where others felt things. When it came down to it, he was really just a screen, more empty than solid, his emotions blowing through him, only angry catching and holding.
This was the gift of recovery, he thought. The ability to be here in this moment with the female he loved and be fully aware, fully awake, fully present. Undiluted.