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I knew then I was going to die in the street without ever seeing Holly again. All because I tried to help an old woman, proving for all eternity that no good deed goes unpunished.

Absolutely. No more pretending!

It's hard. Being 15, 16, 17. You get so angry. You want to do something with that anger. I guess try to find some other way to let it out. Don't kill people. Don't kill yourself. Let yourself grow up a little. Then you might start to think differently about things. You might get new opportunities to do something with your life that you never thought possible as a teenager." -- Thomas Harvey from the upcoming novel, "Nikki White: Polar Extremes" (Nikki, #3)

You shouldn’t have done that, Dave.

There was no 'I' in team, but there was meat in team. And we were all dead meat.

Her voice.That's what drew me to her. It was gorgeous, perfect, angelic.Ironic, that a demon should be drawn to the voice of an angel.

She played me with a bad hand, and I fell for it every time.

She can be a nightmare, but this still feels better than any dream.

When the time comes, don’t be afraid to open the door, just make sure you choose the right one.

When I lifted up the skin, a fat kidney worm dripping with gore raised its bald, blind head and glared at me.

I'm not sure I'll ever know the meaning of life or what comes for us after death, but I know it's more than the hysteria people make it out to be. It's about freeing your soul when no one else can; turning thirty and still feeling like you're seventeen. It's about taking chances on a whim, embracing the rain during the storm, and smiling so damn much that you start to cry. It's never regretting, never forgetting, and always being.It's kissing underwater and touching in the dark. Loving even when you think it's emotionally impossible and surviving someway and somehow. It's about living life with a full heart and an overflowing glass.I live life on the edge. I dream, I care, and I belong.I know there's a here and now.I know that I want it.

What if I wrenched the steering wheel hard to the right and we went crashing into those mist-shrouded trees? Hell, Jane’s hunkload of men would probably appear from nowhere to rescue us, throwing themselves in front of the car to protect my beautiful friend.

Lucia opened the door. "They say not to discuss politics and religion on the first

They say there is a fine line between love and hate. I once loved Kaleib like a brother, now I hated him with the same conviction.

We are born. We die. Somewhere in between we live. And how we live is up to us. That’s it.

During our time together in this place Holly didn’t outright avoid me or treat me rudely. But she wasn’t—how do women like to put it? She wasn’t emotionally available to me.

I listen closely to her breathing getting slower, deeper until her hand settles over my heart, only beating for her. — Duke

We're a symphony--our limbs and lips and skin making up the instruments, working together to create a beautiful piece of music.

May your song guide you home.

The cloaked figure leaned over and I turned my head just as I heard the crack of bones.

The sound of him drinking was indescribable—like dirty runoff down a storm drain.

Friendship is the best kind of ship.

The flames that popped up wouldn't stop coming. Like they were coming straight from her soul. Straight from her anger. Her rage coming out of her to spread like wildfire over the forest. That was her darkness. Her power and the potential it had to consume her.

Love when you can, and fight when you must, but stand together and never give up, not to the enemy, and not on each other.

What I learned in this tragedy was the eternal lesson of good people going bad.

She gave herself a hard twist and fell into a sitting position, staring at me with those maggot-filled doll’s eyes.

Remember. Observe, assess and act. No hesitation. No remorse.

Smiling, he handed Landry the bloody aluminum bat Warnick had used. ‘Time to die, old man,’ he said.

Did you ever think it won’t be the undead who kill us, but ordinary people?

I bite my bottom lip, trying not to cry. I never cry in front of them.

Misha, my best friend who got me into bed and fucked me with a lie.

You turn me on.” He cups my face, brushing my hair away from my eyes and a tear off my cheek.”“God, you turn me on. You're driving me crazy. I want you to need my hands on you. Do you?

Therapy can’t erase scars, it only makes it easier to live with them. — Duke

More than the attraction - like a magnetic pull - between us, more than the tiny nagging voice that said he wouldn't hesitate to drink my blood and what then? Did he give me any reason to trust him? As far as a reason not to trust him, this was a reason, right here.

We held each other's gaze for a long moment and I willed my breath to come evenly instead of the uneven gasps that I felt. Trent's eyes drifted down to my lips and then back up to my eyes again before we wrenched our eyes away from one another.

You can come if you want, but I'm going with or without you.Unless you're scared?

I'm going to be honest with you. I don't want to sit here all night making small talk when all I want to do is kiss you.

There’s no better way for a woman to punish a man than to make him sleep away from her.

I wanted to see the bullet coming, wanted to know the exact moment of my death.

‘Eighth one this week,’ he said.

Sal turned, an eye stalk hanging from his teeth.

I bit the inside of my cheek. I wanted to hit him. Not just for his presumptuousness, but for the way my heart jumped to my throat at his words and how his eyes looked me over.

I like to think she hates my guts a little less every hour.

Everything changes, and there’s no denying that. But change isn’t always bad, as long as you hold onto who you truly are, and hold onto each other.

No." I pulled away just enough to lock my eyes with his. His crooked smile sent shivers down my spine. His eyes were a deep blue darkening more as the minutes passing between us were getting hotter. "I will be the one using you, and you'll love every second, every breath, every stroke and every fucking inch of me," he said, his lips ghosting above mine.

If you’d saved the girl, you’d be a hero. Next time.

‘There’s no time for right or wrong,’ I said.

There’s nothing worse than delivering bad news to women. I hoped I wouldn’t get good at it.

King Tiernan scowled at the mess his father had gotten him into...all because the heartless man had to die. Hawk fae kings were to immediately marry as soon as they were seated on the throne and a suitable bride could be found...Legend had it that the queen always met an early death - ordered by the king himself, although it was said that a secret order of assassins was given the task. Why? Because two sons or a son and a daughter could fight over ruling the kingdom. Civil war could ensue. So best to ensure the queen only had one offspring. And then, she no longer was needed.

It’s not about winning, it’s about doing what’s right. And yes, we will do what’s right.

Don't see me as a girl. See me as a buddy of yours or something."tHe cast his eyes downward and didn't look back up to my face. I looked down and groaned. Such a guy. "My buddies don't have boobs, as far as I know."t"Because you felt them up to be sure?" I chuckled, against my better judgement. tOnce again, his mouth dropped open.

I felt a lunatic’s laugh welling up inside me.

I heard them tearing at it. It was the sound of mortality.

Freedom is a state of mind.

Her voice was small and distant, like she’d already left the room.

I ate a rabbit for you.""Is that supposed to be romantic?""Why? Do you want it to be romantic?"Trent and Kiara, Scarred

You are sitting in my chair, my lord." She said the words very civilly, she thought. Although he quirked a brow and lowered his chin as if giving her one of those looks. Like really? In a way that wasn't a question. She was telling a fae king, a hawk fae king, and a guest of the dark fae, that he should be sitting in her seat? But she didn't stop there. "You may sit there if it pleases you." She pointed to Micala's seat since he was not at the meal. Her mother's mouth gaped and for once she didn't have an immediate rebuke ready for Ritasia. The king gave Ritasia such a sinister smile, she was afraid she might have gone a little too far with her first encounter with him. She quickly remembered her manners, curtseyed, though, because she wasn't wearing a gown, she thought she looked a little ridiculous, then looked back up at him.

I thought if I loved you enough I could change you. I was so stupid.

I'm not that good of an actor to fake something like that.

What if just you and I hung out, like last summer?" Nick sat up and began twirling a lock of my wet hair around his finger. "Josh never needs to know.