Think you two puny Druids can hold this keep for a single night?
Every time I think I’m getting wiser, more in control of my actions, I go slamming into a situation that makes me excruciatingly aware that all I’ve succeeded in doing is swapping one set of delusions for a more elaborate, attractive set of delusions.
When did having a life become an event you had to schedule?
A wing or a thigh? Ah, I’m afraid we don’t have any thighs left.
For what other reason would you have me save you? Because I like you? Better to be useful than liked.
Barrons, Jericho: I haven’t the faintest fecking clue. He keeps saving my life. I suppose that’s something.
Born in a generation that thinks cynical and disenchanted is cool, sometimes I’m a little off the beaten track.
What is trust, sidhe-seer, but expectation that another will behave in a certain fashion, consistent with prior actions?
What is the greater good but tyranny’s chameleon?
He’d made her feel what Barrons made me feel. Bigger than I could possibly be, larger than life, on fire with possibilities, ecstatic to be breathing, impatient for the next moment together. She’d been happy in those last months, so alive and happy.
When he’d pushed inside me and I’d feel him begin to penetrate, it had turned me into a wild thing-hot, wet, and desperate for more of him. With every kiss, every caress, every thrust, I’d just needed more. He’d touched me, I went nuts. The world dwindled down to one thing: him.
He knows what I’m thinking. Always. We’re connected. The atoms between us ferry messages back and forth.
Women have been repeating the same mistake since time began: falling for a man’s potential. We rarely see it the same way, and even more rarely care to achieve it.
Moth to a flame I follow.
On the lips of my enemy, my sister’s lover, my lover’s killer, I taste the punishment I deserve. I taste oblivion.
Regardless of how many people I surrounded myself with, no matter how many friends and family I loved and was loved by in return, I was alone at the moment of being born and at the moment of dying. Nobody came with you and nobody went with you. It was a journey of one.
You can’t look at someone with your eyes and take their measure. You have to look with the heart.
You and I more than anyone else in the universe are perfect for each other.
I’m Pri-ya again. I always will be with this man.
My heart has jet lag.