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0e1d074
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I knew from the moment I heard you, the moment I saw the gun and realized that this lovely, petit woman was the executioner, that you would never die waiting for me to save you - that you would save yourself.
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fiction
romance
executioner
anita-blake
jean-claude
hunter
vampire
paranormal
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Laurell K. Hamilton |
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84485b6
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"Why is everything always my decision?" I asked. Because you will not tolerate anything else." Oh, I remembered now. "Great", I whispered. - Anita to Jean-Claude"
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fiction
romance
anita-blake
jean-claude
hunter
vampire
paranormal
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Laurell K. Hamilton |
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d1f9af4
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I will bathe in your warmth ma petite. Roll you around me until my heart beats only for you. My breath will grow warm from your kiss.
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kiss
romance
laurell-k-hamilton
jean-claude
hot
lust
vampire
blood
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Laurell K. Hamilton |
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468e933
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"You are an irritating son of a bitch." "Ah, ma petite, how can I resist you when you whisper such sweet endearments to me?"
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jean-claude
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Laurell K. Hamilton |
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32962d7
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"I did not run to him, but I did wrap my arms around him, press my ear to his chest, hold on to him as if he were the last solid thing in the world. He stroked my hair and murmured to me in French. I understood enough to know he was glad to see me and that he thought I looked beautiful. But beyond that it was just pretty noise. It wasn't until I felt Zerbrowski behind me that I pulled away, but when Jean-Claude's hand found mine, I welcomed it. Zerbrowski was looking at me as if he'd never seen me before. "What?" It came out hostile. "I've never seen you be that ... soft with anyone before." It startled me. "You've seen me kiss Richard before." He nodded. "That was lust. This is ..." He shook his head, glancing up at Jean-Claude, then back to me. "He makes you feel safe."
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jean-claude
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Laurell K. Hamilton |
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a534ec8
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I stared at Jean-Claude and it wasn't the beauty of him that made me love him, it was just him. It was love made up of a thousand touches, a million conversations, a trillion shared looks. A love made up of danger shared, enemies conquered, a determination to neither of us would change the other, even if we could. I love Jean-Claude, all of him, because if I took away the Machiavellian plottings, the labyrinth of his mind, it would lessen him, make him someone else.
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love
jean-claude
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Laurell K. Hamilton |
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b7577b0
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"I want nothing more than to climb between the silk sheets and wrap our nude bodies around one another. I want to hold and be held. Sex is a wondrous thing, but tonight I wish to be comforted more than pleasured. I feel like a child in the dark who knows the monsters are under the bed. I want to be told it will be alright, but I am far too old to believe such comforting lies." - Jean-Claude"
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jean-claude
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Laurell K. Hamilton |
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365d725
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He ordered food with a childlike glee and watched me eat, tasting it as I did. In private he'd roll on his back like a cat, hands pressed to his mouth as if trying to drain every taste. It was the only thing he did that was cute. He was gorgeous, sensual, but rarely cute. - Anita Blake about Jean-Claude
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jean-claude
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Laurell K. Hamilton |
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cf2816d
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"You're up to something," I said. He turned, eyes wide, long fingers pressed to his heart. "Moi?" "Yeah, you,"
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jean-claude
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Laurell K. Hamilton |
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3cc8e8b
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"Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind," he said, "That from the nunnery, Of they chaste breast and quiet mind." I looked up at him, and said the next line, "To war and arms I fly." "True, a new mistress now I chase," he said. "The first foe in the field," I said, and let him draw me closer. "And with a stronger faith embrace," he said. "A sword, a horse, a shield." And the last word was whispered against his chest, still looking up into those eyes, searching his face. "Yet this inconstancy is such, As thou too shalt adore," he whispered against my hair. I finished the poem with my face pressed against his chest, listening to the beat of his heart, that truly beat with my blood. "I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more." --
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jean-claude
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Laurell K. Hamilton |
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5afd982
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"Auggie said you were too sentimental for your own good sometimes." Out loud he said, "Perhaps, but you have taught me that sentiment is not always a bad thing." I stared up at that impossibly beautiful face, and felt love swell up inside me like a physical force. It filled my body, swelling upward until it made my chest ache, my throat tighten, and my eyes burn. It sounded so stupid. But I loved him. Loved all of him, but loved him more because loving me had made him better. That he would say that I had taught him about being sentimental made me want to cry. Richard reminded me at every turn that I was bloodthirsty and cold. If that were true, then I couldn't have taught Jean-Claude about sentimentality. You can't learn, if you don't have it to teach. He kissed me. He kissed me softly, with one hand lost in the hair to the side of my face. He drew back and whispered, "I never thought to see that look upon your face, not for me." "I love you," I said, and touched his hand where it lay against my face."
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jean-claude
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Laurell K. Hamilton |
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5c6e8cc
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"I'm not sure there are enough white roses in the world to make me forget Richard." I held up my hand before she could interrupt. "But I'm not sure there are enough cozy afternoons in all eternity to make me forget Jean-Claude."
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anita-blake
vampire-hunter
laurell-k-hamilton
jean-claude
richard
anita-blake-vampire-hunter
vampire
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Laurell K. Hamilton |
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6edb69b
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"Oui , but if all the men in your life are happy, you are happier, and it makes my life easier." - Jean-Claude" --
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jean-claude
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Laurell K. Hamilton |
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d42e90a
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"He laughed, and it raised goose-bumps on my arms. "Oh,ma petite ,ma petite , you are precious." Just what I wanted to hear. "So how are you getting here?" "My private jet." Of course, he had a private jet. "When can you be here?" "I will be there as soon as I can, my impatient flower." "I prefer ma petite to flower."
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jean-claude
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Laurell K. Hamilton |
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0ea2871
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"He smiled and extended a hand. "I knew you would do it, ma petite." "You arrogant son of a bitch." I smashed the shotgun butt into his stomach. He doubled over just enough. I hit him in the jaw. . He rocked back. "Get out of my mind!"
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jean-claude
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Laurell K. Hamilton |
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2ae7eea
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"Anita can speak for herself," Richard said. Jean-Claude's attention flicked back to me. "That is certainly true. But I came to see how the two of you enjoyed the play." "And pigs fly," I said. "You don't believe me?" "Not hardly," I said."
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jean-claude
richard
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Laurell K. Hamilton |
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128fd53
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It wasn't just my beast's hunger, but Jean-Claude's blood thirst and Richard's craving for flesh. It was all that and the ardeur running through all of it, so that one hunger fed into the next in an endless chain, a snake eating it's own tail, an Ouroboros of desires.
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ardeur
jean-claude
richard
narcissus-in-chains
thirst
vampire
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Laurell K. Hamilton |