When there’s a god, there’s always a legion of devils.
There are only two reasons a non-seer would see a spirit on St. Mark’s Eve, Blue. Either you’re his true love, “Neeve said, “or you killed him.
The truth is that I did feel bad before, but now my patience is at a thread. It’s not as if I can go back and undo the past.
Don’t stand behind a strange horse, don’t look a strange dog in the eyes, don’t rub a strange cat’s belly, and for God’s sake, don’t let strange men handcuff you to your bed.
Put that out,′ she says to Gabe, and he takes the cat from her and puts it on the other side of the door. She scowls at me. ‘I don’t cook. Cats make it worse.
Ronan’s second secret was Adam Parrish.
In her small voice, Persephone said, “I have nothing to add.” After a moment of consideration, she added, however, “If you are going to punch someone, don’t put your thumb inside your fist. It would be a shame to break it.
I saw her face then, and I recognized something of myself in her expression. Her eyes flicked over the shelves, seeking possibilities for escape.
There was something awful about terror trapped behind silence. About latent emotions that couldn’t be acted out.
Kissing’s a lot like laughing. If the joke’s funny, it doesn’t matter how long it’s been since you last heard one.
No, thanks. I’m busy being an island of sanity in a sea of utter madness.
And when she’s fragile like this, she’s a little lost bird looking for ts nest. So i give her my wing to hide under.
These stay the same. Remember that when you look at me. Remember it’s me. Please.
You’re here. So how can I leave?
I am just a mythological creature, after all. I technically shouldn’t exist.
I like thinking about you thinking about me when I’m not around.
You leave nothing to assumption,“Dory Maud says. “You swallow her with your eyes. I’m surprised there’s any of her left for the rest of us to see.
Why’d she leave so early? It’s practically yesterday.
The appetizers were delicious, not because of the kitchen, but because all food eaten in anticipation of a kiss is delicious.
It occurs to me that Mutt Malvern doesn’t know me well enough to say something to properly hurt me.