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There were two people…things at the cave entrance,’ I whispered, shuffling as close to him as possible, my eyes trained on where the strangers had stood only seconds ago. At my words, Patrick seemed to jolt awake.‘Sometimes the fire makes shadows when it’s dying,’ he said, sitting up, his arm brushing against my side. ‘I’ve slept here many times and it happens,’ he added.‘No. They were real.’ My thudding heart was like thunder in my ears. ‘They were really tall and pale, and blond, really, really blond.’‘Maybe, as you were falling asleep tonight, you were thinking about the shadows at your window, which caused you to dream about two blond men?’ His warm breath tickled my hair. ‘And maybe, deep down, you have a thing for blonds. I’m a little offended, actually.
— Vanessa Garden, Carrier
Do I look that bad?’ I said, my voice quavering with the rejection that I was ashamed for even caring about. ‘Is that what this is all about? How ugly I look?’Patrick kept his eyes on the back wall of the cave.‘If you really have to know, it’s the opposite of that,’ he said, his voice taking on a tender tone. ‘I think you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.
— Vanessa Garden, Carrier
Every Forsaken in a mile radius can probably hear you. You’re just asking for trouble if you two don’t stop whipping out the measuring stick.”“It’s his fault,” Avery snaps, pointing at Julian.“Shut up, ya wanker.”They start in on each other again. They yell as if they both have megaphones to their mouths, standing inches apart. Each vulgar insult is more illogical than the last.
— Laura Kreitzer, Burning Falls
Blood might be thicker than water, but love was the most powerful magic of all.
— Lucy Connors, The Lonesome Young
When a show ends, for a few days, my body sizzles with leftover energy, like a tree in the wake of a lightning strike.
— S.M. Stevens
When you're in a show, all through rehearsals Tech Week hovers out there like a magical holy grail. In reality, Tech Week is always a train wreck of missed cues, forgotten lines, malfunctioning set pieces and short tempers.
— S.M. Stevens
Love, he thinks, is a lie that people tell each other in order to make the world bearable. He is not up for the lie anymore. And nobody is going to lie to him like that, anyway. He's not even worth a lie.
— David Levithan, Two Boys Kissing
You can wait as long as you like, pretty one, it won't make any difference. He will never see you as anything more than some victim he has to protect. Why he thinks it his duty to protect you from the inevitable, I do not know... unless he knows something we do not...
— Charlotte Munro, The Lockharts
I can tell you that the only thing in the world that makes sense to me right now is you and me.
— Lucy Connors, The Lonesome Young
As soon as Neil is out of the shower, he texts Peter. You up? he asks.And the reply comes instantly:For anything.
— David Levithan, Two Boys Kissing
I can tell you that the only ting in the world that makes sense to me right now is you and me.
— Lucy Connors, The Lonesome Young
Touch is a magical thing, Natti,” he explained. “It can comfort.” He raised one hand and stroked her cheek, soft and gentle. “It can entice.” His thumb moved along her jaw and applied pressure as it traveled down her neck, causing her to shiver with delight. “And it can hurt. Whatever the intensions, it brings two people together. It makes a certain . . . connection.
— Kelsey Ketch, Daughter of Isis
Who are you?” I whispered, leaning forward and reaching across the table to touch his sternly gorgeous face, almost afraid he’d disappear beneath my fingertips. “The face of an angel, the soul of a poet, and the fists of a fighter. I don’t know how to understand you, Mickey.”Mickey caught my hand with his and then turned his head and pressed a soft kiss in my palm. “I’m not the only poet at this table.
— Lucy Connors, The Lonesome Young
Yeah, well. Don’t be that guy, Brady. Don’t be the guy who loves his horse too much.
— Katrina Abbott, Taking The Reins
This is Lonesome Ridge, so we’d be the lonesome young,” I pointed out. “Sounds like a song.”“Sounds like a heartache,” he said, tightening his arms around me and resting his cheek on the top of my heard. “I don’t want to be lonesome. I want to be with you.
— Lucy Connors, The Lonesome Young
I’ve decided she’s worthy of something more special, something worthy of my powers.
— Kelsey Ketch, Daughter of Isis
What can I do?” his gaze on me was intense, like I was some sort of love guru or something. I almost laughed out loud at how unqualified I was for that position.
— Katrina Abbott, Masquerade
I was not a believer in instalove. So said the rational part of my brain.
— Katrina Abbott, Taking The Reins
There is a flaw to your plan.” A sly grin crept onto his face once again. My eyebrow arched at him questioningly.“I live across the street,” he told me; and, without another word, he turned around toward his house. Then I realized what he’d meant. I’d told my problems to a stranger I would probably see again.
— Christie Cote, Rain
I feel the same way. It doesn't make sense, and I can't understand it, but maybe emotions aren't supposed to make sense," I finally said.One the other line, Mickey blew out a deep breath."Tomorrow, then.""Tomorrow," I agreed.Just when I thought he'd hung up, I heard his voice again. "Victoria? Take care of yourself, until I'm with you to do it.
— Lucy Connors, The Lonesome Young
I should walk away. That would be the right thing to do. It would be the smart thing. But I can't, because I'm Taylor Caldwell, the girl who cuts.
— S. Elle Cameron, A Tragic Heart
I’d rather be known as a freak than a science project.
— B. Mauritz, Project E.D.E.N.
You used to scream so well when you were scared, back when I lived under your bed.
— Melissa Eskue Ousley, The Rabbit and the Raven
I’m not fragile,” I teased and kissed him harder. I supposed my bruise would say otherwise, but I didn’t want to be treated like I was going to shatter if someone touched me.
— Christie Cote, Rain
I was about to sit down when Kyle’s hand wrapped around my left wrist lightly and pulled up my arm. The suddenness of his touch was startling. I looked at him, confused, and saw fire in his eyes—raw anger I didn’t understand. His eyes looked up at me and penetrated mine.
— Christie Cote, Rain
I couldn’t escape the hell I was in; the push pull between hot & cold. Neither was better, just two extremes of the same pain.
— Samantha Summers, Becoming
Think of the cafeteria as a road map to where you belong.” Danielle pointed to the beautiful people in one corner. “Princesses and Princes over here. Then you have Heroes—leading ladies and gents that aren’t royalty—Sidekicks, Villains, Pirates, Faeries, Future Animal Friends, and the ones scattered are extras—not too important but important enough to be here. Like I said, everyone sticks to their own kind.”“Who are you?” “Cinderella of course,” Danielle giggled.
— Angela Parkhurst, The Forgotten Fairytales
Don't you have a house to blow down?
— Angela Parkhurst, The Forgotten Fairytales
The first few weeks of school were always surreal, like you landed on an alien planet with strange teachers and unfamiliar classrooms, even though the lockers and cafeteria seemed familiar.
— S.M. Stevens, Bit Players, Has-Been Actors and Other Posers
This was awkward to infinity. Alex living here would change my entire routine. I was sharing a bathroom with my boyfriend. How scary was that? I had tampons and pads and everything in there. He was going to be naked in the shower on the other side of my bedroom wall. And I was going to be naked in the shower with him in my house.
— S.M. Stevens, Bit Players, Bird Girls and Fake Break-Ups
Such a pity, really; the prey falling for the predator. The victim in love with the killer... A mere mortal girl thinking a demon was capable of love.
— Charlotte Munro, The Lockharts
Fall, sweetheart. I'll catch you.
— Shelly Crane, Wide Open
You don't appreciate the things that come easy. The things we fight for are the things we keep with us forever.
— Shelly Crane, Wide Open
Her chest began to quake softly. "Why?"	"Why what, sweetheart?" I said gently. 	"Why do you want me?"	I didn't even have to think. "Because anyone who's been through what you have and can still come out in one piece on the other side is a beautiful creature that I want to know.
— Shelly Crane, Wide Open
He leaned in close and spoke low. "Wow, I don't know what the hell I did to put that look on your face, but you need to write it down so I can commit it to memory.
— Shelly Crane, Wide Open
I sunk to my knees in the spot he had left me. I felt a part of me had just been lost. I was fraught with so many emotions, confused by them all; however, I was hurt more than anything. Hurt to hear him call himself a monster. A monster? Of all the things I thought he was, a monster was not one of them.
— Charlotte Munro, The Lockharts
We fight the same and we love the same. Just because we are different does not mean that we aren’t equal.
— Natalie Crown, The Wolf's Cry
By the sound of things, you know nothing about mathematics.''You can put it like that. I'm utterly useless.''Useless is such a harsh word, you are merely... inexperienced. So I thought we could start at the beginning.''I'm not that stupid. I know how to add, subtract and multiply-''I don't mean that kind of beginning...
— Charlotte Munro, The Lockharts
He kissed her slowly, deeply, seized by a slew of contrasting emotions. It was wrong to kiss her, he registered faintly in the back of his mind, but it felt more right than anything else he had done since arriving in Alvair. A fire awakened somewhere within him as their lips met, the heat of it at odds with the chill of the Amulet clutched between their hands.
— Katie Lynn Johnson, Amulet of Power
Too young to care
—  Too old to change.
Everything happens at night.The world changes, the shadows grow, there's secrecy and privacy in dark places. First kiss at night, by the monkey bars and the old swings that the children and their parents have vacated; second, longer kiss, by the bike stands, swirl of dust around feet in the dry summer air. Awkward words, like secrets just waiting to be broken, the struggle to find the right ones, the heady fear of exposure --- what if, what if --- the joy when the words are returned. Love, in the parkette, while the moon waxes and the clouds pass.Promises at night. Not first promises --- those are so old they can't be remembered --- but new promises, sharp and biting; they almost hurt to say, but it's a good hurt. Dreams at night, before sleep, and dreams during sleep.Everything, always, happens at night.
— Michelle Sagara, Silence
The mouse began to shift and Kammy marvelled at the sight. Soon a second boy stood before her. She hardly noticed Eric appear beside him.He was dressed much like Eric, though his shirt hung looser on his slimmer frame. His hair was a fluffy, chocolate mess. He was taller than Eric and he glared between them both before his eyes came to rest fully on Kammy. The first thing she noticed was the purple bruise on his cheek. The second was how bright his blue eyes were.
— Natalie Crown, The Wolf's Cry
Kammy jerked upright. It was as though the trees had parted beneath the pressure of the storm and a bolt of lightning had struck her. She had never entered the mouth for it had always been much too small. Yet, she had never seen anything else enter it either. The thought alone made her feel sick with excitement and fear. A small voice told Kammy that such a reaction was ridiculous, it was just a squirrel. But warmth spread to the tips of Kammy’s fingers as they stretched forward. She could see now that it was not a burrow at all, but a tunnel large enough for her to fit through. She was quite sure that she would not even have to bend her head. The same small voice tried to speak again but Kammy could not hear it through the rush of blood in her ears.Kammy stepped inside the mouth of the forest and felt herself flipped upside down.
— Natalie Crown, The Wolf's Cry
It feels like the city is telling secrets down here, privy only to those who think to listen.
— Gayle Forman, Just One Day
Today I am a lens, a pen, a gun."--p. 1 ...Before My Eyes...look for it on 2.11.14
— Caroline Bock
It ain't over 'til it's over.-Yogi Berra
— Wes Phelan, Soul Of The Beast
No.’ Dorren shifted onto his knees, leaning towards her. ‘This is just the beginning, you’ll see. You are his weakness and you will ruin everything.
— Natalie Crown, The Wolf's Cry
Dear Diary: I have a confession to make: I’ve become a total idiot over French pastries. They’re my new favorite food. My new-found edible souvenir. My new favorite sin. Dunkin Donuts is so yesterday.
— Kimberley Montpetit, Paris Cravings
Kammy could see the palace built into the cliff face. It was a majestic construction. Its white walls stretched up into a cluster of turrets and towers. Its façade was broken by gigantic windows that reflected a rainbow of colours. The palace was flanked by two waterfalls that filled the chasm running far below them; a chasm that was bridged by a staircase of monstrous size. But Kammy hardly noticed how far she would fall should her grip fail. The giant structure that speared out of the palace and up into the sky commanded all of her attention. It burned her eyes so she could hardly look at it, but at the same time she could not look away. It looked like a white diamond. Each of its countless edges sent off shards of brilliant light. It dwarfed anything that Kammy had ever known and she had never felt as alive as she did in that moment.
— Natalie Crown, The Wolf's Cry
What a lovely display of personhood. He's like a good book cover that grabs your gaze. Read me. I'm fun but smart. You won't be able to put me down.
— Laini Taylor, Night of Cake & Puppets
When I make love to you,’ he said in a low whisper right by my ear, ‘I want to be able to give you one hundred percent of my attention. Right now, with the Unit on our tail, I’m going to be giving you less than fifty percent. I’ve got one eye on the door and one on you, not to mention a gun under the pillow. Not exactly the accessory I imagined.
— Sarah Alderson, The Lila Collection
You cannot thrive under the wrong stars, Kricket… the stars here are in opposition to you… can’t you feel it?… Let us take you home.
— Amy A. Bartol, Under Different Stars
Around Mik, my powers desert me. I lose basic motor function, like my brain focuses all neural activity on my lips and shifts into kiss preparedness mode way too early, to the detriment of things like speech, and walking.
— Laini Taylor, Night of Cake & Puppets
I nodded. I was ready. In fact I was so ready that if he didn’t do something soon, if he didn’t touch me in the next five seconds, it was very possible I might die. Right there on the bed. Still a virgin.
— Sarah Alderson, The Lila Collection
Paige, you will have two tasks tonight,” he said, turning to face me. “Both will test the limits of your sanity. Will you believe me if I tell you that they will help you?”“Not likely,” I said, “but let's get on with it.
— Samantha Shannon, The Bone Season
BLUE, THE colour of the sky, of the ocean, of certain stars and planets and the hue of the bluest eyes you have ever seen.
— Kev Heritage, Blue Into The Rip
Ugh! She cursed her lack of attention to the [mythology] reading. Who could have known that would be the important class?
— Joannah Miley, The Immortal Game
I'm here by choice, I reminded myself. I'm here because I can't bear to be not- here anymore. I'm here because I can't tell right from wrong, light from dark. I'm here because I can't stand being me. I'm here because I don't want anyone to know where I am.
— Cate Tiernan, Immortal Beloved
Never miss a minute to Sexercise your mind!
— Xia Devore, From Pink Bows to Red Stilettos
You’re not alone. You’re never alone. Use creativity to change what world you’re in at this moment.
— E.E. Charlton-Trujillo
If he didn’t want to talk about it, I wouldn’t mention anything. I wanted him to open it up for me, not me intruding and asking questions to him.
— Kristine Cuevas, Not a Melodious Harmony
The screech of tyres, an almighty bang and a car exploded through the playground wall like a high-velocity bullet through a watermelon.
— Kev Heritage, Blue Into The Rip
And just as I thought that my happy ending was beginning, it had to end so soon even though it hadn't started yet.
— Kristine Cuevas, Not a Melodious Harmony
Intense sunlight rained down on a half-submerged city. Waves crashed between buildings that stood like waterlogged tombstones. Skyscrapers of smashed glass and twisted rusting metal jutted from the churning swell as islands of broken dreams. A familiar tower with a familiar clock face…Big Ben. London stared back at Blue. What was left of it. A sea-drowned cemetery for a time and a place long dead.
— Kev Heritage, Blue Into The Rip
Love or hate my work. I write not to impress. It's just in me to give.
— Anne-Rae Vasquez, Doubt
I can also speak to small woodland creatures,” he grins at me.
— Gwenn Wright, The Fate of Flannery Flynn
Suddenly, a high-pitched sound blasted into the room. The floor began shaking beneath her feet. She paused for a moment, wondering if she was causing this.
— Anne-Rae Vasquez, Doubt
But she had slept, she was positive. She knew it because of the dreams. Despite the comfort of her bed she had tossed and turned all night, her sleep punctured by images and disjointed flashes of battle. She thought she had also dreamt of a handsome stranger with dark hair and a charming smile. Upon waking, however, the unknown man’s features were indistinct in her memory.
— Katie Lynn Johnson, Amulet of Power
An elegant sari was draped across her figure; magnificent, painstakingly embroidered, and in a shade of deep red, it was even more lavish than the gowns she had worn every day since arriving at the castle. Her lips and eyes were painted, and though she looked beautiful she had never been more miserable.
— Katie Lynn Johnson, Amulet of Power
No sooner had the thought occurred to him than he found himself staring down the barrel of a single-shot caplock pistol, and halted in his tracks. It was not a particularly accurate weapon if he remembered correctly, not that it would matter at point-blank range.
— Katie Lynn Johnson, Before the Storm
It had been the most difficult part of coming to terms with what she was; knowing that she had to give up a potentially blissful and wildly happy relationship with Caleb. But it was her responsibility, she told herself, to say goodbye to him.
— Katie Lynn Johnson, Amulet of Elusion
One honorable young man can make all the difference...
— Robert L.  Beck, Dawn of the Knight
Langley bred a certain type of person with great intention. The human resources department required nearly as sophisticated of analysts as the foreign intelligence department. Apply the massive computing technology of the CIA to hiring, along with the naive appeal of the exciting, though perhaps not so lucrative life of a spy, and any headhunter would be jealous of the results.
— Lynn Blackmar, Rebel
He was protecting me with just the tips of his fingers, like five miniature copies of his heart touching my skin.
— Megan Duke, Without Me
But I don't want to be a vampire drone.' Sophronia winced. 'They'll suck my blood and make me wear only the very latest fashions.
— Gail Carriger, Etiquette & Espionage
I was just existing, but he made me want to live.
— Shelly Crane, Wide Open
Please give me a single reason why I shouldn't hurl myself beneath the wheels of that bus.
— Neal Shusterman, UnSouled
On Algebra - "We're a month into it, and I'm planning to start a real protest movement, one to have X and Y removed from the alphabet. Z is also suspect as far as I'm concerned...Damn it! They put a man on the moon; can't they find some way to end the scourge of Algebra?
— Huston Piner, My Life as a Myth
I opened the door of my mother's stand-alone wardrobe and let the smell of her wash over me. I loved having this one unspoiled part of her left just for me. I leaned forward, slipped my face in between the hanging silks and chiffons. Her scent was warm and possessive. If my idea of home had a smell, this would be it.Home. Mother. Oh God, please. My face crumpled, and my knees gave out. I pitched forward into her hanging clothes, grabbing at her blouses and dresses, smelling of gardenias and dusk. I fell to the closet floor, pulling some with me. I toppled amongst her shoes; stinging eyes squeezed shut, mouth frozen open in a silent "O." They were out there somewhere, their lifeless bodies, still and cold, and they would never be coming home again. I curled my legs inside the wardrobe and pulled the door closed, shutting myself away with her memory.
— Kirby Howell, Autumn in the City of Angels
I stopped looking at the cars after the first few miles. Once I started to see past the exteriors, I saw what lay inside some of them and felt the urge to sprint to the nearest freeway exit. Some people had tried to outrun The Plague by leaving town. They hadn't realized the illness could still find them in their cars, and now the 405 was one of the largest graveyards in the world. I thought for a moment about all of the other cities across the globe that probably had scenes just like this. My eyes stung, wondering if my mother, my dad, or any of my friends were in similar graveyards.I made the mistake of glancing into an overturned Volkswagen Beetle as I passed and saw a pair of legs clad in jeans and white Jack Purcell sneakers in the shadows of the car. They reminded me of Sarah's shoes. The man who laced those up that morning hadn't realized he wouldn't be taking them off again.
— Kirby Howell, Autumn in the City of Angels
He pulled me back to him, stroking my hair as if to calm me. Tears sprang to my eyes and melted into the water around me. I didn't want to die. But people died every day. What hope I had for heaven's existence faded away, and I realized I would simply disappear.
— Kirby Howell, Autumn in the Dark Meadows
Given the chance, would I go back? Back to the time when my parents were alive? When my biggest problem was a past-due paper? When I didn't need to know how to take care of myself, ride a horse, or defend someone I loved? Back to the time when I didn't know Grey?
— Kirby Howell, Autumn in the Dark Meadows
You're going to wake up one day, and you're gonna realize he's moved on. He'll quit trying to win you back. And you'll regret it. And if there's anything The Plague taught me, it's that there isn't time for regret anymore.
— Kirby Howell, Autumn in the Dark Meadows
I gulped, mesmerized by his hypnotic eyes and charming, spearmint smile, and uttered something intelligent like,"Uh, huh." ~ from Dragon Flight
— J. Keller Ford, One More Day
People like us were born to change the world. It’s filled with shit. It’s filled with people who did the things they did to you. It’s filled with stupid pointlessness and ignorance and so much mundanity, it makes me want to scream. Don’t you feel it too?
— Laure Eve, Fearsome Dreamer
The two men's eyes widened when they saw me charging toward them. One of them dropped his hold on Grey, letting him sway dangerously over the edge. Both men reached for their guns, but it was too late. I was nearly on them. Fortiter.I slammed into Grey, my momentum carrying us over the low edge. I briefly heard Karl shout, before the wind filled my ears. We were falling fast, and the pavement rushed up at us at an alarming speed.
— Kirby Howell, Autumn in the Dark Meadows
Shad ignored my sudden lack of interest. "Stop overanalyzing and be happy. You should try the Shad lifestyle, Miss Winters. It's more panda bear and less porcupine.""Huh?""More black and white and cuddly, and less, well... alone and pointy.
— Kirby Howell, Autumn in the Dark Meadows
If my life were a movie ... the title sequence would start out like a typical high school story, but then reveal that something's amiss. There'd be a tight shot, or piece of dialogue, or something that would make the viewer uncomfortable. Something to give them that prickly feeling.-Dez
— Dawn Klehr, The Cutting Room Floor
I yanked hard on the reins, and my horse's hooves slid on the linoleum as he skidded to a stop, nervously snorting and tossing his head at the cramped quarters he'd suddenly found himself in. The Frontman stood in the hallway between me and Ben, holding him at gunpoint, but his head was turned to stare back at me, eyes wide with surprise at seeing a teenage girl on a horse in the kitchen.
— Kirby Howell, Autumn in the Dark Meadows
Our group pressed west on what was left of Highway 93, toward the pass leading to Las Vegas. Sand covered the road in loose drifts so deep the horses' hooves sank into them. The metal highway signs were bent low by the strong wind, and above us, billboards that once screamed ads for the casinos were now stripped of their promises of penny slots and large jackpots. The raw boards underneath were exposed, like showgirls without their makeup. Some signs had been blown over completely and lay half-buried under mounds of sand, like sleeping animals. Cars dotted the highway, their paint scoured off and dead tumbleweeds caught underneath them. Their windows were fogged with death, and despite my effort not to look, my eyes were drawn to the blurred images of the still forms inside. I tried to concentrate on the dark road ahead of us instead.
— Kirby Howell, Autumn in the Dark Meadows
One wrong move, one bad rumor, one mistake, and it's social death row. I'm the latest to be sentenced. Move out of the way, everyone. Dead girl walking. -Riley
— Dawn Klehr, The Cutting Room Floor
But do you think our futures are already determined for us?”“Why are you asking all of this? What’s going on?”I let out a small laugh. “Remember when we were in the hallway?” He nodded. “Well, Thirteen tried telling me that I couldn’t escape my fate and that there was no point in fighting the inevitable.”“Do you think it is inevitable?” he asked.“Me?” I scoffed. “No. Nothing is ever guaranteed. One minor adjustment can alter everything. Nothing is ever set in stone. As of right now, we’re all on one path: we’re all stuck inside of this hell that we’re trying to escape, and it may seem like the outcome has already been determined for us, but it hasn’t. The smallest of things could change everything. A death. Deception. Anything could force us to follow another path, and you know what? We determine that path, not fate.”“What path do you see yourself on?” Colton hopped up onto the computer desk, tucking his hands underneath his thighs.“I see us starting new lives outside of this place, far from McVeigh and his men,” I answered honestly. “But I know not all of us will make it out of here. There is still more pain to come our way, but there is also happiness if we allow for it.
— Nicole Sobon, Deprogrammed
I think I knew from the first moment I met her, she would be the one to replace me. I didn't think it would happen that fast, but it did.
— Megan Duke, Three Sixty: A Companion to Small Circles
If Liana wanted to fight over Harlow, she was going to lose. Not that I liked him that way. That was to say, I wasn't sure how I felt about Harlow, but it damned sure wasn't up to her to tell me.
— Red Tash, Troll Or Park
My Characters Tell ME Where THEY Want to Go.
— R.L. Stoll, Dust to Flesh: The Beginning of the End
He would lay here holding her as long as it took and he didn't really care how long that might be. She was his world now, his priority, the rest of his life could wait as far as he was concerned. As long as he knew she was safe, it would all be okay.
— Shayna Varadeaux, True Fate
When you make such a large withdrawal of happiness, somewhere you'll have to make an equally large deposit. It all goes back to the universal law of equilibrium.
— Gayle Forman, Just One Year
So he earns your undying love by reading a book under a tree?" Cole said dryly. "Why didn't I ever try that approach? I like books and trees.
— Brodi Ashton
What do you want to trust me with tonight?"	A sigh escaped forcefully, waving the white flag that I was a melted, scorched woman at those words. 	"Anything," I whispered back.
— Shelly Crane, Wide Spaces
His touch was like an electric current that ran through his fingers into my cheek and down the back of my neck.I took another step back, away from him. "Don't do that," I whispered and hated the part of myself that died for his soft touch. "Why? Why do you do things like that if you agree we shouldn't be involved? It's confusing and... and you make it so much worse." My words tumbled over each other as they poured from my mouth.He didn't reach for me again. His blue eyes were sad.
— Kirby Howell, Autumn in the City of Angels
You can't keep resisting my irresistibleness, Natara Stone. You'll give in eventually, and I won't quit until you do.
— Kelsey Ketch, Daughter of Isis
He’s not yet realized that by giving away nothing but barefaced lies he’s come to wither and rot inside. But she’s still looking for him into the void of his cold heart.
— Mirella Muffarotto, Soccer Sweetheart
I try to pay bills as efficiently as I can, and work hard, and be comfortable in what I've achieved at the end of each day. And I try, most of all, to be a little easier on myself.
— Chelsea Fagan, I'm Only Here for the WiFi: A Complete Guide to Reluctant Adulthood
I thought you were good. That some part of you was good.”In a blink of an eye, Balthazar stood right in front of her. Arianne yelped. He took her wrist and brought the tip of the knife to the center of his chest. With his other hand, he tilted her chin up so she could look into the white center of his black irises. His silver hair rained over his forehead, covering the crease that marred its usual smoothness.“You think I’m the good guy?” he whispered. She continued trembling, worse now. He leaned down until his lips touched her ear. “I’m not.
— Kate Evangelista, Unreap My Heart
Whuppins were like kid taxes we paid with our behinds.
— Terris McMahan Grimes, Smelling Herself: A Novel
There's a word for an author who doesn't give up... published.
— J.A. Konrath
A stream of light shot out of her lips, it wasn't blinding though, it was luminescent. It stopped abruptly and Aaron saw the light leave her eyes before she fell, and he swept in to catch her crumpling form. Eric was right beside them in a flash. "What did you do to her?” He seethed at Darragh, jumping to his feet and tackling him.
— Shayna Varadeaux, True Fate
There is a flaw to your plan.” A sly grin crept onto his face once again. My eyebrow arched at him questioningly. “I live across the street,” he told me; and, without another word, he turned around toward his house and I realized what he meant. I told my problems to a stranger that I would probably see again.
— Christie Cote, Rain
The Ancestral Trail was split into two-halves of 26 issues each. The first half takes place in the Ancestral World and describes Richard's struggle to restore good to the world. After the initial international run, which sold over 30 million copies worldwide, Marshall Cavendish omitted the second part of the trilogy and used the third part (future) for the second series that followed. This part of the series, written up by Ian Probert and published in 1994, takes place in the Cyber Dimension. It deals with Richard's attempts to return home. Each issue centered on an adventure against a particular adversary, and each issue ended on a cliffhanger.The Ancestral Trail was illustrated by Julek and Adam Heller. Computer-generated graphics were provided by Mehau Kulyk for issues #27 through #52.
— Frank Graves
The only bright corner of my heart, where nothing seemed to hurt, was where Grey was. When I thought of him, I could see a future where I could be happy again, where I might not be just like I was before the Crimson Fever, but at least a version of myself that felt whole.
— Kirby Howell, Autumn in the City of Angels
His eyes met mine. Brown eyes. I couldn’t read anything and as he turned away I realised he didn’t intend to tell me anything either.
— J.A.  Rogers, Breeding Plan
Aaron was beside himself grabbing his keys and running out of his office leaving everyone staring at him. He heard Becca call his name but he didn't have the time, Nia needed him and he had to go now! He felt like he was suffocating as he started the car and pushed the gas down as far as it would go. This guardian bond thing was more intense than he ever thought possible.
— Shayna Varadeaux, True Fate
I used to be Autumn Winters, daughter of an actress and an architect. I had been one of three living in this home, but now I was just Autumn Winters, and I was alone.
— Kirby Howell, Autumn in the City of Angels
The temperature of my blood dropped several degrees, and I took a step back. My heart quickened. "Storm?" I prompted, looking at the boxes on the dock labeled "non-perishable.
— Kirby Howell, Autumn in the City of Angels
He gestured at me. “Do you like the blanket?”I nodded. “It’s warm.”“I made it. Well, actually, I didn’t skin the animal, but I did kill it….after the others pinned it down. It’s werewolf skin.”My heart faltered; I gripped at a wad of black fur.“I slayed the beast for you, Catherine. I used your sword. It was your grandmother’s idea actually, a wedding present. You mentioned how chilly you g
— Richelle E. Goodrich, The Tarishe Curse
Often I've wondered what it would feel like to be him," he whispered softly. "To feel the warmth of your skin under my cold hand or your hot breath on my lips. These last few days have been torment on my curiosity.
— Kellie Thacker, Sacrifice
Think of me that way," he continued. A slight shimmer glinted acrosse his eyes. "In a sense, I'm giving my life for those...I care about. A sacrifice you might say.
— Kellie Thacker, Sacrifice
This is the legacy of a compassionate bunch. Our fate now rests on the whims of men.
— Leot Felton, The After
We do things we’re not proud of. Nikolas more than most.
— Kate Evangelista, Unreap My Heart
Secretly," he mumbled in a quieter tone, "I've always wanted to know what it would feel like to lust, to hunger for something different. But I've never been able to imagine ever experiencing that kind of desire.
— Kellie Thacker, Sacrifice
You’re not going to disappear,” I said. “I won’t let you”.“Even if this is all there is? Going to school and working at my uncle’s restaurant and fighting with Mari? Why would anyone want to remember this?”“I want to remember you. Just like this.”She rolled onto her back, hands covering her face, and I pulled them away.“People like you don’t disappear,” I said.“Then where do they go?”“Everywhere.
— Laekan Zea Kemp, Breathing Ghosts
There are simply some laws we must transgress, no matter the penalty.
— Eli  Hinze, No Angels
The dark held new meaning for me now. There was a whole other world out there that I was just beginning to discover... A world that had once been only farce was now very real". -Abby Sullivan; Redemption
— Kellie Thacker, Redemption
I knew it all along," he murmured in my ear."What did you know?"His cool breath blew in my ear as he exhaled. "You are my redemption." --Caleb Raines; Redemption
— Kellie Thacker, Redemption
I lie more convincingly than I tell the truth.
— Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice
Oh, hell. You're a fairy," I said. "Yeah," he said. "You know, they call it 'being gay' nowadays, but sure, whatever.
— Red Tash, Troll Or Derby
There were many versions of Gansey, but this one had been rare since the introduction of Adam's taming presence. It was also Ronan's favorite. It was the opposite of Gansey's most public face, which was pure control enclosed in a paper-thin wrapper of academia. But this version of Gansey was Gansey the boy. This was the Gansey who bought the Camaro, the Gansey who asked Ronan to teach him to fight, the Gansey who contained every wild spark so that it wouldn't show up in other versions. Was it the shield beneath the lake that had unleashed it? Orla's orange bikini? The bashed-up remains of his rebuilt Henrietta and the fake IDs they'd returned to? Ronan didn't really care. All that mattered was that something had struck the match, and Gansey was burning.
— Maggie Stiefvater, The Dream Thieves
His eyes were frighteningly alive, the curve of his mouth savage and pleased. It suddenly didn't seem at all surprising that he should be able to pull things from his dreams.In that moment, Blue was a little in love with all of them. Their magic. Their quest. Their awfulness and strangeness. Her raven boys.
— Maggie Stiefvater, The Dream Thieves
Because I am a doll, and a servant. Because I am a pretty thing and a soldier all the same.
— Leigh Bardugo, The Tailor
Say yes, Jordan,” he said, shifting closer.“No,” I said.Owen smiled. “Close enough.” And then he kissed me.
— Eli Easton, Superhero
It had never occurred to me that simply being with a fellow prisoner would make me feel like I was still in prison.
— Elizabeth Wein, Rose Under Fire
Well that’s open to debate,’ he said. 'It sounds like a recipe for disaster to me, and I hate the thought of you throwing yourself at guys just to try and get laid. Christ, I’d do you myself if I thought it would keep you safe.’‘Now that’s true friendship,’ I said, cracking under the severity of his tone.
— Aurelia B. Rowl, Popping the Cherry
Heroes, well, they don't live so long. But they're muy suave, and we all admire them.
— Nancy Farmer, The Lord of Opium
When I was laying there in his arms nothing else mattered. My parents, my lack of funds, everything just seemed to melt away as I was lost in his lips"- Bentley Evans
— Magan Vernon, Life, Love, & Lemons
When life hands you lemons sometimes you just have to say screw the lemons, and bail.
— Magan Vernon, Life, Love, & Lemons
I'm afraid." Olivia to Caleb"Afraid of what?" Caleb."Of how vulnerable you make me." Olivia."I make you vulnerable because you love me. That's the price you pay for love, baby girl." Caleb.
— Tarryn Fisher
P-p-p-please, don’t cast me out
— Rebekkah Ford, Dark Spirits
In no mood for one of her silly games, I snatched it off her and scanned the page. It turned out to be a list of names, all of them boys, and some of whom I recognised. And then I noticed the title: ‘Operation: Popping the Cherry’. I leaped to my feet and fired a glare at each of them in turn, trying not to shout. ‘Are you shitting me?
— Aurelia B. Rowl, Popping the Cherry
Quick, somebody call the caretaker!’ Gemma’s stage voice rang out loud and clear. ‘There’s some trash here that needs to be taken out.’ She earned a chorus of laughs as she walked towards us, then came to a standstill right beside me. ‘Christ, it reeks, too,’ she said, pinching her nose. ‘What did you do, Malice? Douse yourself in the whole bottle? Oh, never mind. I don’t expect you to have heard of the adage “less is more”.
— Aurelia B. Rowl, Popping the Cherry
There was no gentle way around it - hearts would be broken, relationships would be crushed and I was the messenger.
— S.G. Holster, Terrible Lies
Isn't that thing a little unsanitary for the workplace?" I pointed to his lip ring."I assure you that my lip ring is the last thing you should be worried about." He smiled as he leaned on the counter.
— Magan Vernon, Life, Love, & Lemons
You would do the same for me." He smiled a big toothy smile before he hopped off my car and walked away, leaving me wondering what was up with the guy in the girl jeans and why I couldn’t get him off of my mind.
— Magan Vernon, Life, Love, & Lemons
Perception in the eye of vengeance becomes blurred. Ren was in need of a slap on the face, but I knew what was coming and that it would do the job properly.
— S.G. Holster, Terrible Lies
I love him, and he loves me. And being together makes even the little things better.
— Trisha Leigh, Summer Ruins
I turned away from him, the hot blood still coursing through my veins. I gripped the door handle, and it molded like dough into the form of my hand. Not even caring, I wrenched the handle free from the door without turning it. It cracked loose of the solid oak door, sending splinters showering to the floor. My hand tossed the now crumpled piece of metal behind me with unexpected force. It zoomed across the room and embedded itself into the wood paneling with the end my hand had crushed sticking out to see.
— Michael Corso, The Fear Within
If you continue with that train of thought and end it with, I did it because I love you and can’t bear to see you in turmoil, you could sell it to Hallmark, but not to me!
— Rebekkah Ford, Dark Spirits
Kora may have been a witch, and your father may have had prophetic dreams. But you Paige, is not a witch. You are something much more, but the question is what?
— Rebekkah Ford, Dark Spirits
You two are bad, sneaking behind Mr. Caswell’s back, getting a little something, something on the side.
— Rebekkah Ford, Dark Spirits
You’re a gorgeous siren who could lure anybody into your arms. But I must go before I deliciously fall under your spell.
— Rebekkah Ford, Dark Spirits
It kills me. The way he trusted. LIke the way we trusted before they came and blue the whole goddamned world apart. Trusted that when it got dark there would be light. Trusted that when you wanted a fucking strawberry Frappuccino you could plop your ass in the car, drive down the streed, and get yourself a fucking strawberry Frappuccino!
— Rick Yancey, The 5th Wave
Speak up and speak clearly. I want to hear what you have to say because it matters. Let's listen to each other and respect one another's opinions. Although, they may be different, wisdom allows us to be responsible for our own feelings and actions.
— Felicia  Johnson, Her
If you jotted down all of my ill-thought out comments, you could write a book entitled, Guide to Getting Punched in the Throat for Boneheads-Mad Hatter in "Death of the Mad Hatter" (Coming Soon!)
— Sarah J. Pepper
A person is what he says and does
—  that's how you learn whether his reputation was earned or manufactured.
No one is only one thing, my dear.
— Nikolas Lee, The Iron-Jawed Boy
Sometimes,’ he starts, ‘the hardest part about letting someone go is realizing you were never meant to have them.
— Rebecca Serle, When You Were Mine
Psychological and emotional wellness is an ongoing process for everyone.
— C. Kennedy, Ómorphi
He kept quite for a minute or so but it felt like an hour. “That sounds like either you know a lot of diseased and ill people or they’re just ill or dead because of you.”“I know,” I said and felt like a monster.
— Lili Frings, The Clare Kane Project
I never thought I would die at the age of seventeen, so when I received the death message, I was a little freaked out.
— Rebekkah Ford, Beyond the Eyes
It’s always been you, Paige. I’ve waited my whole life for you. You’re the air I breathe, my heart and soul. Without you, I’m in hell.
— Rebekkah Ford, Beyond the Eyes
For all the sirens, game-show buzzers, and drum-rolls of life, it is the nature of men to die quietly.
— D.B.C. Pierre, Vernon God Little
She would drink until the trembling stopped. Then she would wilt over the piano like one of Celia's spinaches when Tam Lin forgot to water the garden.
— Nancy Farmer, The House of the Scorpion
With the warmth of an alien sun on his back, Jacob took a deep breath at the door and knocked.
— Sharon Sant, The Young Moon
I know Matt is your friend, but I think he’s a douche bag.
— Rebekkah Ford, Beyond the Eyes
I loved him, but he didn't want me anymore.I suffered, and he laughed at my umanity.This desire will be my end.
— Sabrina Benulis, Archon
I love you, Megan," he says, barely grazing my mouth with his. "I love you too, Alex. This is it. This is our someday." His gaze is filled with emotion. "No, Megan." His soft lips brush against mine. "This....is our forever.
— Julie Prestsater, Double Threats Forever
Holy crap! Was there a demon inside this guy?
— Rebekkah Ford, Beyond the Eyes
And if you lose the willingness, what do you have?
— Sabrina Benulis, Archon
The death has an only color.
— Sabrina Benulis
I can not bear to see such woes of the heart in the eyes of my beloved.
— Rebekkah Ford, Beyond the Eyes
My dear lady, you have no idea just how scandalous I can be. ~Peter Viktor von Strassenberg, 1905
— Gwenn Wright, Lipstick & Bolsheviks
You know what scares me? You think I’m a monster.
— Rebekkah Ford, Dark Spirits
I’d been called a freak, and worse, all through school. Now that I’d finally graduated, I was sick of it. I’d hoped that no one would ever call me names again. Oh well, if wishes were flying monkeys, we’d all be wearing tiny hats.
— E.J. Stevens, The Pirate Curse
I didn’t spend my whole summer training with Anwar and him on a deserted island in the Baltic sea to stand here and do nothing.
— Rebekkah Ford, Dark Spirits
I hated all this: the mystery of myself.
— Rebekkah Ford, Dark Spirits
Come here.” Nico reached over and gave Katty a great big hug. “Have I told you how much I love you lately?” Katty immediately turned soft. She had a big weakness for Nico. Just hearing the word 'love' instantly made her melt. “No, but I like to hear it.” She smiled back at him with a smile that illuminated her face. She did like to hear it. She hadn't know Nico for very long, but there was just something so awesome about him that she felt very loved. He may have been a Vampire, and had a heart as black as night, but deep down he was a good man. He knew how to love a girl when he found the right one. He loved her completely, and without any doubt.
— Keira D. Skye, Bite!
I fear oblivion' he said. "I fear it like a proverbial blind man fears the dark
— Augustus Waters The Fault in Our Stars
Elle, what happened to your prudish behavior?” Elle laughed. “It took a back seat when I was given a mate so hot that he could cook bacon on his abs.
— Quinn Loftis, Fate and Fury
You ask me why I’m nice to you,” he said. “Why, why, why. But you don’t ask me stuff that matters. Who I am or where I been. What I see when I look at you. What I want.
— Sarah Ockler, The Book of Broken Hearts
There are tons of kids out there who endure chronic abuse and suffer in silence. They can’t trust anyone, they can’t tell anyone, and they have no idea how to get away from it.
— C. Kennedy, Ómorphi
Monsters can live inside a person. Sometimes they know about it. More often they don't.
— Nikki Rae, Sunshine
For we are all walking each other to our deaths, and the journey between footsteps makes up our lives.
— Ally Condie, Matched
You are just a bowl full of cherries,” Cynthia snatched the phone away and started dialing. “No my dear doctor friend, you are confused with someone who wants to blow smoke up your furry butt. What I am is a bowl full of wake the hell up and smell the roses.
— Quinn Loftis, Fate and Fury
What are you going to fill it with?" she asks. "Holy water or something?" "Probably Dasani," Thomas replies.
— Kendare Blake, Anna Dressed in Blood
How was it possible to miss someone when they were standing right next to you?
— Samantha Young, Smokeless Fire
They say you can never step into the same river twice. And maybe that's how it was for Papi now, memories shifting and re-forming soundlessly beneath him while the rest of us sat on the shore and watched.
— Sarah Ockler, The Book of Broken Hearts
I feel like a crumpled up piece of paper that has something really important written on it. But no one will ever know what that is because all they see is something that's been discarded.
— Samantha Young, Scorched Skies
Evolve? Like a Pokemon?' I have no idea why I say this. I think I'm kind of going into shock, and the first thing that pops into my head when he says evolve is Charmander evolving into Charizard.
— Nikki Rae, Sunshine
Her guardian sighed and looked back down at his book. "I can't tell you how much I look forward to these mature and scintillating conversations. Still, when the old Ari pays a visit, let me know.""Old Ari? I was sarcastic to you before.""True." He nodded, turning the page on the paperback. "But there was this era bewteen scared, sarcastic Ari and this new-fangled five year old Ari where you were actually a decent person to be ar
— Samantha Young, Scorched Skies
Monsters never truly go away. They claw their way to the surface again eventually.
— Nikki Rae, Sun Poisoned