If his destiny be strange, it is also sublime. Jules Verne, Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea.
Music in the fifties was good. Much better than the sixties, or the seventies, ugh!” He shuddered. “The eighties were bearable.
You can sleep, sweetheart, I’ll carry you,” Edward soothed me.
Well, at least this made some sense – if you had a twisted sense of humor. It wasn’t like I hadn’t expected Edward to take advantage of our deal, to weight it on his side so that he could give so much more than he would receive.
I’ve been staring forever in the face for a century, and tonight is the very first time it’s looked beautiful to me. Because of you.
His arms wrapped around me, and he began kissing me in a way that should be illegal.
As someone who knew better than most the kind of darkness that went on behind the scenes and how little any of the important decisions had to do with the figurehead spokesperson the people elected, it was hard for her to care much about left or right.
I didn’t answer; I just listened to the sound of his laugh, committing it to memory.
Attention is never a good thing, as any other accident-prone klutz would agree. No one wants a spotlight when they’re likely to fall on their face.
I’m new at this; you’re resurrecting the human in me, and everything feels stronger because it’s fresh.
Edward had always thought that he belonged to the world of horror stories. Of course, I’d known he was dead wrong. It was obvious that he belonged here, in a fairytale, and now I was in the story with him.
There were a few things I knew for sure. For one, Edythe was an actual vampire. For another, there was a part of her that saw me as food. But in the end, none of that mattered. All that mattered was that I loved her, more than I’d ever imagined it was possible to love anything. She was everything I wanted, the only thing I would ever want.
I felt a strange sense of pride, being able to claim her this way. Kind of Neanderthal of me, but there it was.
Everything about me invites you in – my voice, my face, even my smell. As if I need any of that!
Would I let a tree hurt you?” His lips barely brushed against my trembling lower lip. “No,” I breathed.
Laughing was the last thing I felt like doing now as I reread the words I’d already memorized. His answer to my pleading note – passed from Charlie to Billy to him, just like second grade, as he’d pointed out – was no surprise. I’d known the essence of what it would say before I’d opened it.
Hey, do you know what you call a blonde with a brain?” I asked, and then continued on the same breath, “a golden retriever.
S’not so hard to erase a blonde’s memory,” I countered. “Just blow in her ear.
If I had my way, I would spend the majority of my time kissing Edward.
I could see each color of the rainbow in the white light, and, at the very edge of the spectrum, an eighth color I had no name for.