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Wrangling the cat into the cage proved interesting, and Josie had several scratches before Clint bent down and let out a menacing growl. The cat took one look at him and with a disdainful sniff, turned to march into the cage.
— Eve Langlais, Scared of Spiders
It was hard to judge a man's full character by his bachelor party etiquette.
— Lola Dodge, Temptress
Life was indeed good for a Wolf-Creature in the deep woods who had found his very own little red-headed chew toy.
— Bella Swann, The Claiming of Rouge in the Deep Woods
An eerie feeling plagued the back of her mind, insisting that a supernatural force was within the room, or worse, within her!
— J.C. Spencer
Listen Nosferatu , you better get your claws off me now, or I'm going to go Buffy on your undead ass.
— Stella Coulson, Whitby After Dark - Volume 1
eriously, Drew. What kind of Vampire are you? You spend most of your eternal life pretending to be human - and miserably, I might add, while constantly being ashamed of what you really are. Okay, I get it. I moaned for over a decade when I was turned, but I got over it. You are one of the most gifted of our kind, and in spite of that, You are the most stupid Vamp I know, because you've just revealed what you are and all of us in fact, to a human.
— Stella Coulson, Whitby After Dark - Volume 1
He sniffed her. The rubbery black nose inhaled deeply as it passed back and forth over her face, along her throat, her ears. Jeez, it was like being vacuumed-only most Hoovers didn't have the potential to bite her face off.
— Dani Harper, First Bite
In lieu of Tasers, you'll have to hit me. Hard as you can. Then maybe some kind of fight-or-flight response will kick in and I'll turn into a bat to get away from you.""Fight or flight.""Yes.""Only half of that is flight.
— Adam Rex, Fat Vampire: A Never Coming of Age Story
I can taste fear, and lies, on a man's skin, Cavrax." The Master Priest whispered, watching the large pulse on the cleric's neck beat like a caged thing begging for release. "You're lying to me.
— C.N. Faust, The Dragon's Disciples
It was never you. Leaving you was the hardest thing I've ever done and I've regretted that decision every second since the moment I walked out. I've made a lot of dumbass mistakes in my life, but letting you go is the one I'd give anything to erase.- Jason
— Michelle McLean, Wish Upon a Star
Traveled so far, and not yet have they come across anything of interest, he mused, except, of course, for that nest of goblins I managed to stir up. Indeed, his brother had always been a valiant fool; why not give him some excitement?He always did possess a love for a good fight, and who am I to deny him?The glass sphere, responding to his thoughts, zoomed in on the mountain nearby where Shrukian camped, and by putting both his hands on the sphere's sides and closing his eyes, Pharun could all but smell the power that radiated from its depths. He could taste it on the back of his tongue, and it awake all sorts of things inside of him. The power tasted of death and ash, and it was scalding hot, pouring down his throat like blood of the freshly dead. He did not need further searching to know what kind of power he was sampling.He smiled to himself, and it came out a satisfied smirk.
— C.N. Faust, The Dragon's Disciples
Help for the Haunted
— Donna Kent
Our universe grants every soul a twin-a reflection of themselves -the kindred spirit - And no matter where they are or how far away they are from each other- even if they are in different dimensions, they will always find one another. This is destiny; this is love.
— Julie Dillon
There's death and life, you see. We all shine on. A leaf, a star, a song, a laugh. Notice the little things, because somebody is reaching out to you. ...Somebody loves you.
— Ben Sherwood, The Death and Life of Charlie St. Cloud
Fearful that they would be caught, the young lovers cast themselves into the sea with their stone, saying these words, "May we ever be united in love and hidden as long as this stone hides in deep waters.
— Rebecca Boucher, Novel Hearts
Leave before I have to rip your eyes out with my dull Lady Bic razor.
— Rose Pressey, How to Date a Vampire
The spirits of the dead are not among us to entertain us... Assuming the revenants you encounter have simply signed up to play haunted house for the amusement of the living is just plain ignorant.
— April Slaughter, Reaching Beyond the Veil
...three particular T-shirts with vulgar slang written on them that made the vein in his forehead poke out. It was a cute little vein and I grew fond of seeing it's public appearance while I walked behind him like a parade of humiliation.
— Dannika Dark, Twist
Men don't fight for what is theirs. They work for it and they love it with all their hearts. When they do that, they want for nothing.
— Rebecca Steinbeck, 69 INCHES AND RISING
Sometime later, I stood watching the cold rain fall, when suddenly I felt Daemon's arms around me and his lips on my neck. He loved my pregnant body and his hands roamed over it under the warm terrycloth of my bathrobe. I was lost in the moment, content to stay here forever...lost in the cold rain and welcoming warmth of Dublin, and lost in the arms of my husband. Since we arrived early this morning we were in our room, making love and sleeping, lost in a fairy tale moment, savoring every caress.
— Rebecca Boucher, Novel Hearts
She wasn't the type. Her idea of exercise was lifting a fork.
— Rose Pressey, How to Date a Vampire
There are reasons why it is often difficult to reach our dead. When we do, our lives and everything we believe to be true can be turned entirely upside down.
— April Slaughter, Reaching Beyond the Veil
My body shook from pain, exhaustion, and the beginning of shock. I'd pay for all the powers I'd used, but the portal most of all. Good girls weren't supposed to open hell dimensions.
— Lola Dodge, Temptress
I remembered Daemon's feather soft kisses on my cheek, and I remembered the clouds parting and the sun shining on a cold February day in Ireland. And as my baby girl was laid on my chest and my husband held my hand, I saw my best friend Kat walk into the sun kissed part in the clouds, hand in hand, along with the last regrets of my past.
— Rebecca Boucher, Novel Hearts
The secrecy of our existence is the key to our survival. The existence of a frail human will never stand upon that.'Lothaire
— Rita Dinis, Tabula Rasa
His eyes danced like a teenager. "Eat anyone alive today?" her father joked.Ruby returned his wicked grin and sauntered into the living room. "Not today, but tomorrow's another day.
— Stephanie Greenhalgh, Novel Hearts
Because I loved you!" she shouted. "Because I didn't want to let you go! Because I didn't want to lose you!" She hadn't realized she was crying until her voice hitched and she felt the tears on her cheeks. She swiped at them impatiently. "I have never fought for anything in my life because I never had anything worth fighting for, but I was going to fight for you.
— Airicka Phoenix, Touching Eternity
Mind you, I cannot swear that my story is true. It may have been a dream; or worse, a symptom of some severe mental disorder. But I believe it is true. After all, how are we to know what things there are on earth? Strange monstrosities still exist, and foul, incredible perversions. Every war, each new geographical or scientific discovery, brings to light some new bit of ghastly evidence that the world is not altogether the same place we fondly imagine it to be. Sometimes peculiar incidents occur which hint of utter madness.How can we be sure that our smug conceptions of reality actually exist? To one man in a million dreadful knowledge is revealed, and the rest of us remain mercifully ignorant. There have been travelers who never came back, and research workers who disappeared. Some of those who did return were deemed mad because of what they told, and others sensibly concealed the wisdom that had so horribly been revealed. Blind as we are, we know a little of what lurks beneath our normal life. There have been tales of sea serpents and creatures of the deep; legends of dwarfs and giants; records of queer medical horrors and unnatural births. Stunted nightmares of men's personalities have blossomed into being under the awful stimulus of war, or pestilence, or famine. There have been cannibals, necrophiles, and ghouls; loathsome rites of worship and sacrifice; maniacal murders, and blasphemous crimes. When I think, then, of what I saw and heard, and compare it with certain other grotesque and unbelievable authenticities, I begin to fear for my reason.
— Robert Bloch, Monster Mix
I was only trying to survive,” she mumbled, as if it made any difference. It was no excuse to use against someone who had truly been trying to survive, and Damian had done so quite successfully since 1450. What right had she to say that it was hard?
— Elaine  White, Runaway Girl
He had placed the life of every one of his men before his own, and if that wasn’t the sign of a truly great leader, then he didn’t know what was.
— Elaine  White, Runaway Girl
As much as he cared for Kaitlin, he knew that the clan’s survival was much more important that his own heart. Without her, he would be heartbroken all over again. He would lose her just as he had lost Angela with no hope of ever seeing her again, but he could run the clan with a broken heart. He would be a stronger, more feared leader without her, but he was sure that if Kaitlin had known his reasoning, she would have understood. She was the only one to understand him.
— Elaine  White, Runaway Girl
The functions of the human frame are, broadly speaking, known. They are a country, anyhow, that has been charted and mapped out. But outside that lie huge tracts of undiscovered country, which certainly exist, and the real pioneers of knowledge are those who, at the cost of being derided as credulous and superstitious, want to push on into those misty and probably perilous places. I felt that I could be of more use by setting out without compass or knapsack into the mists than by sitting in a cage like a canary and chirping about what was known. Besides, teaching is very very bad for a man who knows himself only to be a learner: you only need to be a self-conceited ass to teach.
— E.F. Benson, Monster Mix
Haylee shook her head as soon as they were gone. “Christ, how can our family be mankind’s best hope?
— Natasha Larry, Common Descent
He’s jealous because lions are better hunters.”--Monroe “Are you compensating for something, Monroe?” --Bastian
— Bethany Averie, All's Fair In Love & Lion
Everything was Amelia’s fault. He hadn’t done anything wrong and neither had Kaitlin, but they were the ones paying the price and for what? To bring back a girl that he hated and wished he could kill but couldn’t? To bring back a girl who had broken her mother’s heart to such an extent that it killed her? As far as Damian was concerned, it wasn’t worth it. She didn’t deserve to come back; she didn’t deserve to live. No, Amelia deserved nothing, and especially not his love.
— Elaine  White, Runaway Girl
Becoming a fae leader? Not on my bucket list.
— E.J. Stevens, Ghost Light
I gotta go Seth, so I'll leave you to work on being nerdy and withdrawn.”“It's not as easy as it looks, you know.”“I'm sure,” Nine said with a laugh.
— Charlie Fey, Easy "A"
It was about time she woke up to reality and realized that there was more to being a vampire than just feeding from blood.
— Elaine  White, Runaway Girl
A road trip with your ancient mommy is just what you need after falling off a mountain and having your soul ripped out by your best friend.
— Natasha Larry, Common Descent
My werewolf ... my second skin ...When the moon is on the rise,I go naked into night.I am never dressed to kill.
— January Valentine, Wheel Wolf
I've been waiting for you," he murmured.Aphrodite slowly walked across the balcony, as her mind raced, trying to think of the perfect thing to say in return. All of a sudden a thought came to her that she didn't quite understand, but she knew it was right. It was also important, and would immortalize her and her actions for thousands of years to come."Happy Valentine's Day," she purred, as she fell into his arms, still holding the box of chocolates and a single red rose.
— Jennifer Paquette, Novel Hearts
I felt the pull toward you the first time we met.
— Lia Davis, A Mating Dance
The say beauty conquered the beast, but I'll bet lust had a lot to do with it.
— Travis Luedke, Blood Slave
Lifting his gaze to Graham, he reached over and cupped his cheek. "I'm not much on sharing emotions and crap.
— Lia Davis, A Mating Dance
Shadows of the world made shadows of the heart much deeper.
— Ash Krafton, Blood Rush
I understand that you want “normal” by what you define it, but normal is what you make it. You could spend a lifetime in the house you grew up in and never once feel normal.
— Cyndi Goodgame, Denial
I pulled him close. “You can try your best. The only problem is after this is all over with reality is going to be waiting for me.”He took my shirt off and tossed it over his shoulder pulling me down on the couch. He kissed me again, biting at my lip. “Ignorance is bliss.
— Holly Hood, Black Moon
But the thought of New Zealand instantly sent her mind to Watson, the possibly-Australian, possibly-Kiwi, definitely paranormal young fellow with videos of dead guys on his phone.
— Molly Ringle, Persephone's Orchard
Ouch! I feel bitch slapped-- Matt Carter
— Natasha Larry, Common Descent
My friend Wicker once said to be careful what and how you say what you’re really thinking to a woman. After much screwing up in that department with Emma, I’ve learned it’s not what you should hide, but what you say that makes her react the way she does. If I am unable to make myself clear, as I so often do, it’s more likely going to go to pot if I try to explain how I really feel. Instead, I rework in my brain what she needs to hear. I don’t always nail it, but I’m getting better at it. And it’s always the truth even if it isn’t how I see it.Is it deceiving? No. It’s being considerate and aware that she is an emotional creature, and that for some crazy reason, craves my attention. I love to make her happy. My jumbled up mess of a mind isn’t important in the long run if it just confuses her. So I chose words carefully. When something goes right, I use it over and over again. -Ames
— Cyndi Goodgame, Yield
Human, witch, goblin, or whatever, a kiss is what is it is created from. Every moment, every heartache, every breath of fear and passion and longing was all wound up in this one kiss. It was more feeling than any word could express.
— Cyndi Goodgame, Yield
It's the rule of bird shit.
— Janine McCaw, Helens-of-Troy
Later, he would ask later who Attila was. Now he only wanted Belial's kiss. His heat. His passion. A quick gallop. Frenzied eternity. Insanity multiplied. A perfect, mind-numbing, bone-shattering small death. He wanted it all. Now. Now. Now.
— Ciaran O. Dwynvil
We die, you die. You die, we survive. I think there’s a pecking order in that, don’t you?
— Lindsay J. Pryor, Blood Roses
Love. She was aware that, to some people, this would be a warm-fuzzy type of feeling. For her, it was pure, unadulterated terror.
— J.K. Hogan, Blood in the Valley
Death doesn’t always want your eternal sleep. Sometimes Death just wants your eternity.
— Jacquelynn Gagne, Blood Rose
But there was something in the air, a watchfulness laced with a charge of malice. The eyes observing us were invisible, but were observing us, nonetheless.
— Charlaine Harris, Club Dead
When we kissed, the skies had never appeared more heavenly, nor the seas a more brilliant shade of sapphire blue.
— Jennifer Silverwood, Stay
I can't sleep,I can't but when all else fails I just breath...
— Pamela Moore Scott, As The Rain Falls
It’s a long shot, but this baby is pretty cool.” He pushed the button that brought up the menu. “I need to run a search.”“Of course, master,” the computer said with an inviting smile. “Which pornographic material should I seek out today?”Dante grinned. “Really? You can do that?” He felt Meg’s stare. “Nothing like that.
— Sophie Oak, Bound
Those who die never truly leave us. They are forever there beyond the shimmering of light at the edge of sight.
— Vanna Smythe, Protector
Safeguard your weaknesses, for your enemy will always use them against you. But more importantly …” He raised a single bony finger, waving it rhythmically to the cadence of his words. “Safeguard your true strengths. If he knows not what you are capable of, he will always underestimate you.” He fixed his unflinching eyes on mine. “And you are not to be underestimated.
— M.A. George, Relativity
Water matted his black hair into spikes and peppered his skin with a fresh sheen. If I shut my eyes I could still see the one who bound me, his smile bright as the white sun as he emerged from our latest dip in the sea. I fought the sudden urge to bury my face in his chest and run my fingers through that hair.
— Jennifer Silverwood, Stay
We’re novel worthy, day walking, blood sucking, tortured souls trapped in a body that can’t die for all eternity with no feelings, no emotions and no heart. - Elaine White, Runaway Girl
— Stavros and contributors, Vampire News: The (not so) End Times Edition!: Volume II: 2
...you don’t fight fair against the devil, now do you?
— Megan  Winkler, Wake of Darkness
People who buy the little jars and boxes aren’t staying. They only want enough to last them while they’re here.”--Ginger the Checkout girl from The Great Northern Coven
— Bruce Jenvey, The Great Northern Coven
Little Marjorie was born an only child some forty years ago. She had lost her mother at a young age and her father never remarried. All her life she had been cursed with the need for her ‘coke-bottle’ glasses with the practical over-sized frames. And then there was the unfortunate appearance of her protruding front teeth. She had always been a slight child, but when children begin to grow into young men and women, slight becomes scrawny and her lack of fashion-sense and self-worth had sealed her social fate. Marjorie had never gone to Prom, nor any dance for that matter, and when the boys chose mates and began the next phase of the great circle of life…little Marjorie Morningstar had not been included. --From The Great Northern Coven
— Bruce Jenvey, The Great Northern Coven
That’s a Planeswalker demon.” Dante slumped into the seat behind her. “You aren’t crazy.” Meg slid him a bemused glance. “I thought we’d settled that a few weeks back.”“Nope,” he said,shaking his head. “I was still certain you were loony.”“Then why have you been helping me?”“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, sweetheart, but you have fabulous tits,” Dante said with a sigh. “I figured once you gave up on the whole idea of being queen of the faery world, you might consider sleeping with me. Now I see that demons are real. I’m going to church tomorrow.
— Sophie Oak, Bound
I want to kiss you so very badly, Rose. But I can't. And its killing me"-Mr. Stone
— Kate Bloomfield, Alpha Girl
To Gran, “strong medicine” could be good or bad, just like the laxatives she was forevertalking about. Good for makin’ the mail move smooth, but too much and you shit yerbrains out.-strange angels
— Lili St. Crow, Strange Angels
Graves leaned forward, eyeing me. “Hey, Dru. You were French-kissing awinged snake. Creeptastic.
— Lili St. Crow, Strange Angels
Your eyes betray a sadness that only a worthy man can conjure, but never solve
— Taona Dumisani Chiveneko, Sprout of Disruption
... the poor always live on debt. At this point, time is the only thing I still have the credibility to borrow.
— Taona Dumisani Chiveneko, Sprout of Disruption
Merkabah is translated as either meaning the throne of god or chariot. Both definitions imply a means of spiritual ascension, not a physical one. They only have it partly right.
— L.Z.Marie
We're all guilty of saying insincere things at one point or another, if only just to make the moment not totally suck as much as it truly does.
— Jen Naumann, The Day Zombies Ruined My Perfectly Boring Life
Fuck you and the paranormal horse you rode in on.
— C.L. Bevill, Blood Moon
.... does a fair trial necessarily amount to a fair outcome?
— Taona Dumisani Chiveneko, Sprout of Disruption
Nothing prepares you for hiring a person whose only contribution to the workforce will be killing people!
— Taona Dumisani Chiveneko
Demons, werewolves, zombies--they're all supposed to be for entertainment purposes only.
— Jen Naumann, The Day Zombies Ruined My Perfectly Boring Life
Where the hell is your sense of self-preservation, woman? You reckless, beautiful, stray cat!
— Sandra Ross, The Calling
Professor, when people say such things after impossibility smacks them in the face, we call it denial
— Taona Dumisani Chiveneko, Sprout of Disruption
Now, what would you like for dinner? Steak? Chicken? I, for one…I am thinking…Chinese.”Stunned, Jenera stopped and looked between Nylora and Aleta, “Uh…I don’t think you mean sweet and sour pork, right?”The older handmaiden laughed heartily, “You catch on quick, my lady.” She winked, “Nothing says delicious like a short Chinese man in a darkened alley to whet my appetite.
— Beth Mikell
Do women always take this long?” Darién sprang forward to find out what was keeping his bride, but Maxim, Shara and Serone stepped in front of him, blocking his path.“She’s late!” the prince fumed, his heart pounding, and his breathing ragged. “Maybe she changed her mind,” he said before Maxim snapped a picture of him with a digital camera, blinding him. “What the hell?” Darién shook his head to clear the momentary stun from the flash.Maxim shrugged nonchalantly, his wicked dark eyes glittering with humor, “Aleta put me in charge of photography--something about making a scrapbook…or whatever. Anyway…nothing says good times like a stressed-out groom on the verge of nuclear.” He smiled, wagging his dark brows up and down. “Priceless.
— Beth Mikell, Salvation
Hovering above me, directly over the twirling Merkabah, was the cosmic phenomena I hoped for but had not truly expected.
— L.Z. Marie, The Merkabah Recruit
Easy…kelis,” he whispered, sweat beading his brow. “I want to savor this moment. And this…” Darién licked over Jenera’s lips with his tongue, planting small kisses at each corner before trailing over to her ear and he nibbled on her lobe. “I will fire you gently, simmer you sweetly,” he breathed, smiling against her throat. “And burn you completely.
— Beth Mikell, Salvation
Jenera reached up to hold his face between her hands, staring into the face of the man that changed her world within a few days. “I may not understand every part of your life and race, but I soon will. If you can accept a human for a bride, I can take every part of you. When the time comes, you will take everything.”Darién ached to grab her and bury his mouth into her throat to prove her wrong, but he clenched his fists at his side instead to steady the urge. “Come…we should return to the citadel,” he said gruffly, standing up and striding away.
— Beth Mikell, Salvation
You haven’t fed for several days. And you refuse to drink from me…so go…and come back soon.”He shook his head, his dark eyes bleak as he gazed upon his wife. “I can’t leave you,” he whispered. “Last time I left you alone…” he couldn’t even finish…totally devastated. He knew he needed to feed, but how could he leave her unprotected?Jenera moved close and took his hands in hers, peering up into his face. “Shall I come with you?” She smiled impishly, threading his hands with hers—palm to palm, relishing their skin-to-skin contact. Would she ever feel enough? Want enough? No…never she realized.He paled and snorted a small laugh, “God no! It’s not something for my wife to witness.”Still smiling, she lifted a brow over her branding tattoo, “Why? Is it gruesome? Carnal? Sexually explicit?”Darién’s mouth dropped open in shock, “Uh…none of the above, kelis. It’s impersonal like eating a hamburger would be for you.
— Beth Mikell, Salvation
An extraordinarily rare ability is in your possession. Hone the skills so you effectively utilize your gift. As we speak and as you wile away your time, the aswang is preparing to strike again. Lives are at stake!
— L.Z. Marie, The Merkabah Recruit
You rented the apartment with a dead guy in the corner?” I shrugged. “I wanted the apartment, and I figured I could cover him up with a bookcase or something.
— Darynda Jones, First Grave on the Right
It is said that our destiny is set, predetermined before conception. But I myself, have never been a believer…
— Deborah Ann, Destiny
You don’t have any balls?’ For once I wasn’t trying to be insulting.
— Chantal Halpin, The Brinded Cat
She lowers her forehead to the floor, curling starlight tendrils under her face when she rocks in the yoga pose, so tempting and sexy even in her deepest despair. Her courage is failing and I wait it out, watching the prone woman bend subconsciously in prostrate worship. She knows who I am or she wouldn't do that.
— Poppet, Aisyx
Life's nycer when it's Naughtie!
— Naughtie Scribe
It won't take me a minute to kill you. - Felix
— Donna Galanti, The Dark Inside
He understood now why she was so much calmer, so much happier when he held her hand while they walked. When he first did that, she had looked at their linked fingers quizzically, but didn't pull away, even though she had been as skittish as a stray cat. limit.
— Sandra Ross, The Mating
In the woods lay a bleeding angel in all her glory. Her arms posed gracefully above her head and her hair soaked in the mud, the blood and feces in which she lay. Dying, fading into the other realm, her form christened by the rain as though the trees had begun to weep upon her in sadness for the brutality she had endured. (The Children of Ankh series)
— Kim Cormack
Its done.' Penteluck announced and scooped some onto a spoon for Zayne to drink.'No chance, you first. You're already dead it won't kill you if you drink it.'Penteluck frowned. 'Zayne I'm already dead, how will you know if it will kill you in the first place?'She shrugged, 'it helps i guess.
— Keisha Keenleyside, The Spirit Master
I liked the air I was breathing, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with my head,” I assured him with a giggle. “Will you kiss me again?” I flirted sweetly.
— Deborah Ann, Destiny
You look like a Greek God, not to attract me per say, but to be attractive to all. It’s part of your power, your persuasive way. It’s also part of the evil, to make it harder for you to remain good. Evil doesn’t just come in the form of a monster, it comes in the form of a beautiful woman, a temptress if you will, in the form of sin. With your incredible good looks, women will be more drawn to you, which could tempt you to evil’s sin; a curse, as well as a gift.
— Deborah Ann, Destiny
He has spent weeks on the pristine, frosty shore of Lake Baikal in Siberia. He has drunk himself stupid in the fairy-tale blood brothels of old Dubrovnik, lounged in red-smoke dens in Laos, enjoyed the New York blackout of 1977, and more recently, feasted on Vegas showgirls in the Dean Martin suite at the Bellagio. He has watched Hindu abstainers wash away their sins in the Ganges, danced a midnight tango on a boulevard in Buenos Aires, and bitten into a faux geisha under the shade of a shogun pavilion in Kyoto.
— Matt Haig, The Radleys
My body slid from human to wolf in a crack! of black smoke. Wolf was panting and I watched frost dissipate on my hot tongue, sending tiny rivulets of steam into the air. The world was sharp and clear, and I never realized how many different colors of shadow there were. It made me savor the dark beauty of night even more.
— Heather Heffner, Year of the Wolf
Even a goat got to be a goat." Esperança's comments about slaves during the triangular slave trade.
— Tanja Kobasic, Angels in Stone
Vampires, fairies, and werewolves. Oh my!
— Sara Trimble, Heart Over Mind
Sometimes we just have to accept the fact we can't explain everything. Life happens, whether we want it to or not and we don't always have a reason why. Our job is to try and make some good come out of it.
— Melissa Pearl, Betwixt
Simon laughed heartily. “I’m afraid the rest of us have to find talents to get our women into bed. Of course once they’re there, I have other talents that keep them right where they are.”“Handcuffs hardly count,” Christian said offhandedly.“If you mean the ladies cuffing me to the bed so they can explore Hunt Island,” he said, rubbing his chest, “…then point taken. These hands are capable of making any female climax by the mere brush of a pinky across her bare breast.”“I must have gone to the wrong island,” I said with a private laugh.
— Dannika Dark, Impulse
And I want to kiss you every day, but not just because I'm saying goodbye.
— Melissa Pearl, Betwixt
You should open these doors with care and caution-but, first, you must know how to close them. And above all, you must know which doors should be left unopened...
— Michael Bentine, Doors of the Mind
Their eyes locked.They could see into each other's souls. This was why she had been born.
— Marion Croslydon, Oxford Whispers
No, I don’t think you do, fighting isn’t the release you desire.
— Magen McMinimy, Dark Soul
Without warning, he jumped into the air. Startled, I held him tighter, my cheek against his. Speaking into my ear, he said, “Yer not too tall, nor too thin, nor do ye weigh too much. Yer perfect the way ye are, lass. A man that does not possess the strength, patience and intelligence to provide fer and protect a woman is no man at all.
— Michaela McGregor, Truth's Evil Light
Liam recoiled as if I'd hoofed him in the danglies.
— Jocelyn Adams, Shadowborn
Nothing truly beautiful without its element of strangeness, nothing whole without its own incongruity, these (Jacksonville-area pioneer house) ruins sand up from the earth in sacred conjunction. These ruins conjoin the earth and the manmade, moving from one to the other and back again. The Browards built their house out of shell and limestone, and limestone forms naturally from the shells and skeletons of miniscule sea creatures over great periods of time. The Browards shaped the earth upright toward the sky. THey shaped it with doorframes and windows and chimneys. THey shaped the earth up around them as a shelter. But shaped earth was always the earth. Now the walls fall back down and join once again the ground, taken over by roots of ferns and weeds and small trees. The house was always the ground, only contained in an upward suspension. The house was always the earth, but brought up into architecture, and now the house that was always the earth crumbles back into the earth and nourishes new green things -- dog fennel and morning glories and palmettoes and cabbage palms and cedars. A true symbol of sacredness of the earth is earth's reclaiming of human ingenuity.
— Tim Gilmore
Dying a thousand deaths in my head to protect you is better than losing you one time in the flesh."~ Gustaf Ræliksen
— Renee Vincent, The Temperate Warrior
As long as it makes you happy. For the rest of my life, I will do whatever it takes to ensure it. As my wife, you will not want for anything. What you desire, I will provide.
— Renee Vincent, The Temperate Warrior
Still, he couldn’t reconcile with the way he felt every time their eyes met, a feeling he had never forgotten that resonated with his very being.
— Jennifer Silverwood
Behind a barbed-wire fence, a dirt road disappears into the distance in the pine trees and corners. Lost, dead roads, no ends or remaining purposes, power lines now dead and sagging and forgotten, grown high in weeds and young trees. The trees have entirely encased a speed limit sign, strange sight, nothing so pointless as a speed limit sign in the midst of dense woods, pointless and beautifully so.
— Tim Gilmore
As the soil of a garden is richer and as the harvest of the garden bears healthier nourishment from the decay of leaf matter and banana peel and egg shell and human hair and chicken bone and fireplace ash, so the accumulation of death in teh ground of a city implants therein energies and powers.
— Tim Gilmore
Writing is my dream. From romance to dragons; fairies to fantasy worlds, this is where I live and play. Thanks be to God!
— Lisa Hannah Wells, Be Still My Lover's Heart
For one… If you shoot me and your boss realizes it was without good reason, you’ll have fucked up your trial period. And trust me; I know you’re still in it.” Ian pulled open a drawer in a small brown cabinet.“Secondly, it could end very badly for me and I’d rather prevent that. Getting shot is not on my list of things to do today.” He wrapped his hand around the steel grip of his own weapon and removed it from the drawer.“And last but not least, if you plan to shoot me… Well, it’ll be a matter of which of us is quicker and has better aim.” A pleasant smile crossed his features and he casually waved the gun from side to side. “Do you want to risk it?
— Natasha McNeely, Under the Stairs
If my brother, Dægan, was still alive to herald this moment, I know he would have something poetically moving to say. But where I lack in speech, I make up for in determination. Let my actions speak for themselves, for I will have my vengeance. As the last living son of Rælik, I will defend my father’s honor and uphold his noble name. Rally the men for council—my Æsa needs me.”~ Gustaf Ræliksen
— Renee Vincent, The Temperate Warrior
94 was a good year to be twelve. Star Wars still had two more years as Box Office King, cartoons were still hand-drawn, and the Disney "D" still looked like a backwards "G." Words like "Columbine," "Al Qaeda" and "Y2K" were not synonymous with "terror," and 9-1-1 was an emergency number instead of a date. At twelve years old, summer still mattered. Monarch caterpillars still crawled beneath every milkweed leaf. Dandelions (or "wishes" as Mara called them) were flowers instead of pests. And divorce was still considered a tragedy. Before Mara, carnivals didn't make me sick.
— Jake Vander-Ark, The Accidental Siren
We want to fight.”“And I want J.K. Rowling to keep writing in the Potterverse, but I know that’s never going to happen,” I said blithely.
— Laura Kreitzer, Fallen Legion
I don’t know what it is but every time I see you I feel such a strong urge, to be near you, to protect you, to hold you in my arms and never let you go.” Luke Nero - The Witchlings-Midnight curse
— Amanda  Turner
She had a woman’s swagger at twelve-and-a-half. Hair: strawberry-blonde, and I vaguely recall a daisy in the crook of her ear. She was an inch taller than me, two with the ponytail; smooth cheeks and darling brown eyes that marbled in luscious contrast with her magnolia skin; cream, melting to peach, melting to pink. She beamed like a cherub without the baby fat; a tender neck; pristine lips that would never part for a dirty word. Her body--of no interest to me at the time--was wrapped from neck to toes with home-made footie pajamas, the kind they make for toddlers, but I didn’t laugh; the girl filled that silly one-piece ensemble as if it were couture.
— Jake Vander-Ark, The Accidental Siren
They sat and he drew her into him. Their lips met, sparking an internal firework display. His soft exquisite lips pressed gently against hers. His kiss held the exact right balance between tenderness and a kind of passionate urgency.
— Amanda  Turner
It was deeper than some boy thinking she was cute. It was more like she was food and he was hungry. It was as if Mars needed her to survive.
— Randy Russell, Dead Rules
I suggest you leave now, or you’ll be tied down and gagged until the end of this meeting.”“Tie us down?”“And gag you,” Joseph cheerfully reminded them.
— Laura Kreitzer, Fallen Legion
I gaped at what I saw next. She yanked his arm off and ate it. Gross! I knew she was hungry, but that was just...well, against the school rules for one thing.
— Imogen Rose, Initiation
Gabby,” Jenna cried. “It’s so horrible. I can’t believe this happened.”“Jenna,” I said in a soothing voice, “I’m alive and okay. No worries.”She sniffled into the phone. “No, it’s not that.”I waited a beat. “What?”“The bridesmaid dresses are all wrong!” she wailed.“Wait a second,” I said. “You aren’t upset over my being dead for four days?”“I knew you’d be fine,” she explained, brushing off the subject. “But these dresses? I don’t know what to do. They’re the wrong color, and they’re hideous!” She went into a hysterical fit of tears.
— Laura Kreitzer
So if I asked you to wear my skirt and juggle my high heels, you would?” I joked.I could only see Andrew's face in profile, but a grin overtook his earlier grim expression, and he laughed. “I draw the line at wearing women’s clothing.”“Are you sure?” I whispered seductively, nibbling on his earlobe.“That’s cheating,” he said, his breath hitching.I kissed down his neck. “If all else fails, I’ll never rule out using my womanly wiles.”“I refuse to be used as a pawn by my devious lover,” he countered, grinning.I abruptly pulled away from him. “Ah, well, it never hurts to try.
— Laura Kreitzer, Fallen Legion
She was never going to get used to how much the Faeries seem to stare at her, as if dissecting her and examining the little pieces inside her like a science project.~Ever Fire: A Dark Faerie Tale #2
— Alexia Purdy
I mean,” her mother paused to choose her words, “maybe you’ll get involved in some school related activities, or join a team, or maybe meet a nice boy.”“Ugh,” Keely groaned, “I don’t have time for that stuff mom. We’ve talked about this.”“Because of the little ghost...searching…thingy you and Tad do?” “It’s called paranormal investigation mom.”“It’s called being antisocial.
— Aaron Crabill
Jana looked beyond him and saw Mars. She ate Mars for breakfast with her eyes.
— Randy Russell, Dead Rules
What would you suggest?” one of the Italian officials asked.“We do have a highly-advanced biological device called the Illuminator,” Joseph chimed in
— Laura Kreitzer, Fallen Legion
The room flashed brighter still and then gasps filled the room. They were all gathered around Roxy and she was unsure why. She didn’t feel any different, Hadn’t the spell worked ? Roxy opened her mouth to speak and then she heard it…… a purr.
— Amanda  Turner
It took me several minutes to persuade myself to watch the news. During which time I gave myself a stern talking to. That turned into me considering a local pub that would be the perfect place to drown my sorrows in a barrel of tequila, though after much introspection, I scratched the idea just to avoid needless drunken embarrassment. Then, admittedly, I contemplated pouncing Andrew for another steamy romp session. Despite its proven potency to assuage stress and tension, I decided now was not the time to indulge in explosive sexcapades.
— Laura Kreitzer, Fallen Legion
Firen didn’t waste any time setting up the meeting with Egnatious. The following day she was in such a rush to tell me about it that she burst into my room without knocking and found Andrew and me in an intimate and compromising position reminiscent of the game Twister. Also, I cannot confirm or deny if there was food involved. Let’s just say I toppled over in embarrassment, taking Andrew down with me in a great heap. Firen didn’t fare any better, as she nearly knocked herself out when she ran into the doorframe in an attempt to escape. We were both scarred for life, especially after Firen apologized for walking in on our “naked fun time,” which was apparently what Joseph called it. There were some things people should never know, and that was one of them.
— Laura Kreitzer, Fallen Legion
Being dead is highly overrated. It’s no fun at all." -- Mythe: A Fairy Tale
— P.J. Gordon
He was gorgeous. Every feature on his face perfect, dark and inviting. The boy could be his own photo shoot." Kasey Reese - Men of the Cave
— Marisette Burgess
I’m not above using unsavory beings to kick the Gods’ asses, but the Phantoms are too unpredictable for my taste,” I said.
— Laura Kreitzer, Fallen Legion
We need the Fallen Legion,” I said without preamble, trying to catch my breath after running after her.“And I need an evil-proof bubble to put Jules in,” Firen said dryly.“That’ll teach me to start off a conversation with a demand,” I grumbled.
— Laura Kreitzer, Fallen Legion
No one can force you to become a monster – you hurt someone and you create your own demons.
— Melody Manful, Dominion
Rachel knew what she was doing. And when she didn't, she could improvise on the fly, coming up with options that left a lot of collateral damage but usually only hurt herself, not the people around her. It was one of the things he would never admit that he admired about her.
— Kim Harrison, Into the Woods: Tales from the Hollows and Beyond
You are no longer a weak, susceptible human. You are Shaede, deadly and cunning. Never bow to that mortal weakness again.
— Amanda Bonilla, When Shadows Call
Like most people, my views about ghosts and haunted places were traditional while growing up. I believed ghosts were human spirits. Not that I talked to many people about the subject or my experiences. I assumed people would think I was weird.
— Kristine McGuire, Escaping the Cauldron: Exposing occult influences in everyday life
She’s right in some ways. She doesn’t need a shrink. But she does need to remember. I need her to remember
—  remember and still choose me. Choose us.
Faith is belief without proof. Faith is fine, but don't call it science.
— Loyd Auerbach, Esp, Hauntings And Poltergeists: A Parapsychologist's Handbook
Living a horror movie cliché, so to speak?” Caleb softly replied. “I know this is hard to comprehend, especially since we study science and things that are proven or explainable. But, all my life I’ve been on the road to this very place.” He pointed downwards with his index finger for effect. “Many things I’ve personally seen keep leading me to the same conclusion. In reality, the impossible doesn’t exist.
— Davee Jones
The surest way to corrupt a youth is to instruct him to hold in higher esteem those who think alike than those who think differently.
— Friedrich Nietzsche
Youth is wasted on the young.
— George Bernard Shaw
Youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tales of the Jazz Age
It is easy, when you are young, to believe that what you desire is no less than what you deserve, to assume that if you want something badly enough, it is your God-given right to have it.
— Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild
There is a certain part of all of us that lives outside of time. Perhaps we become aware of our age only at exceptional moments and most of the time we are ageless.
— Milan Kundera
I was not a hypocrite, with one real face and several false ones. I had several faces because I was young and didn't know who I was or wanted to be.
— Milan Kundera, The Joke
Youth ends when egotism does
—  maturity begins when one lives for others.
The island is ours. Here, in some way, we are young forever.
— E. Lockhart, We Were Liars
Youth is like having a big plate of candy. Sentimentalists think they want to be in the pure, simple state they were in before they ate the candy. They don't. They just want the fun of eating it all over again.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise
If we were teenagers, I could kiss you. But I’m on a platform behind a counter wearing a name tag and we’re too old to be young.
— Caroline Kepnes, You
The secret of remaining young is never to have an emotion that is unbecoming.
— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
Asleep, he looked a lot younger than going-on-seventeen, but I had noticed that Johnny looked younger when he was asleep too, so I figured everyone did. Maybe people are younger when they are asleep.
— S.E. Hinton, The Outsiders
I don’t need anyone else to distract me from myself anymore, like I always thought I would.
— Charlotte Eriksson
All I want to be is very young always and very irresponsible and to feel that my life is my own-to live and be happy and die in my own way to please myself
— Zelda Fitzgerald
To be left alone on the tightrope of youthful unknowing is to experience the excruciating beauty of full freedom and the threat of eternal indecision.
— Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
Confusion is a luxury which only the very, very young can possibly afford and you are not that young anymore
— James     Baldwin, Giovanni's Room
Adolescence is like having only enough light to see the step directly in front of you.
— Sarah Addison Allen, The Girl Who Chased the Moon
That's the trouble with you young people. You think because you ain't been here long, you know everything. In my life I already forgot more than you ever know.
— Neil Gaiman, Anansi Boys
They are not brave, the days when we are twenty-one. They are full of little cowardices, little fears without foundation, and one is so easily bruised, so swiftly wounded, one falls to the first barbed word. To-day, wrapped in the complacent armour of approaching middle age, the infinitesimal pricks of day by day brush one but lightly and are soon forgotten, but then—how a careless word would linger, becoming a fiery stigma, and how a look, a glance over a shoulder, branded themselves as things eternal.
— Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca
He was waving. "Saukerl," she laughed, and as she held up her hand, she knew completely that he was simultaneously calling her a Saumensch. I think that's as close to love as eleven-year-olds can get.
— Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say. They are not brave, the days when we are twenty-one. They are full of little cowardices, little fears without foundation, and one is so easily bruised, so swiftly wounded, one falls to the first barbed word. To-day, wrapped in the complacent armour of approaching middle age, the infinitesimal pricks of day by day brush one but lightly and are soon forgotten, but then--how a careless word would linger, becoming a fiery stigma, and how a look, a glance over a shoulder, branded themselves as things eternal. A denial heralded the thrice crowing of a cock, and an insincerity was like the kiss of Judas. The adult mind can lie with untroubled conscience and a gay composure, but in those days even a small deception scoured the tongue, lashing one against the stake itself.
— Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca
Why do you want to be on The Real World?-Because I want everyone to witness my youthWhy?-Isn't it gorgeous?
— Dave Eggers, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
Being sixteen forever sounded good until you really thought about it. Then it didn't seem like such a great prospect.
— Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels
It was a wonderful night, such a night as is only possible when we are young, dear reader.
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights
You are as young as you feel. If you begin to feel the warmth of your soul, there will be a youthfulness in you that no one will be able to take away from you.
— John O'Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom
For age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Complete Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
So they gave me love in form of poison and tiny little pills, programming my emotions, teaching me how to feel. To act correct and talk correct and answer without knowing the question, because that, my dear, is how you get love. Yes that, dear youth, is how you'll be loved. I tried to medicate my own fucked up little mind with chemicals and adrenaline, tasting sweeter every night, shaking louder every time. Sitting wide awake in bed until the world disappears, writing poetry to concentrate on something real while waiting for the love to arrive.I've been looking for it night after night, waiting patiently for it to show up, maybe somewhere in between the state of awake and asleep, alive and not so alive, sober and not so sober.(I lost track of the difference somewhere in between.)
— Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
A youth is to be regarded with respect. How do we know that his future will not be equal to our present?
— Confucius, The Life and Wisdom of Confucius
A living skeleton isn't enough for you, is it? What does it take to impress young people these days?
— Derek Landy, Skulduggery Pleasant