I’m not the hero, Mac. Never have been. Never will be. Let us be perfectly clear: I’m not the antihero, either, so quit waiting to discover my hidden potential. There’s nothing to redeem me.
God Said: Let there be light! I said: Say please.
Hope strengthens. Fear kills.
You, Ms. Lane, are a menace to others! A walking, talking catastrophe in pink!
The entire time I’m burning in Hell, I’ll regret each tear I made you weep. But if Hell were the price for twenty days with you, I’d condemn myself again and again. – Cian MacKeltar.
I said breathe. Not do a fish-out of-water imitation.
I see God in a sunrise, not in repetitious ritual.
Desire makes life happen. Makes it matter. Makes everything worth it. Desire is life. Hunger to see the next sunrise or sunset, to touch the one you love, to try again. “Hell would be waking up and wanting nothing,” he agrees.
See me when you look at me.
He’s trying not to laugh. I tell him I would have doomed mankind for him, and he’s trying not to laugh.
When insane things start to arrange themselves in sane patterns around you, you know you got problems.
It’s a strange new world out there and the rules have changed: It’s every princess for herself.
Good and evil are merely opposite sides of a coin. Get tossed in the air enough, it’s easy to come down on the wrong side.
And you can tell Darroc that Ms. Lane is mine. If he wants her, he can bloody well come and get her.
When he comes, he makes a noise deep in his throat that is so raw and animal and sexual that I think if he merely looked at me and made that noise, I might explode in an orgasm.
As I moved deeper into the room, his gaze dropped to my feet, and worked its way back to my face. I was wearing faded jeans, boots, and a snug pink Juicy T-shirt I got on sale at TJ Maxx last summer that said I’m a Juicy girl. “I bet you are,” he murmured.
Once, long ago in her world, a sunny day in spring was her favorite, but now a sunny day in winter delights her more. It is the perfect metaphor for their love. Sunshine on ice. She warms his frost. He cools her fever.
You want to believe in black and white, good and evil, heroes that are truly heroic, villains that are just plain bad, but I’ve learned in the past year that things are rarely so simple. The good guys can do some truly awful things, and the bad guys can sometimes surprise the heck out of you.
The nerve. Threatening you and not being precise about it.
I like sex for breakfast, kid. I eat early and often.