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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| a66a3d3 | the worst madmen don't seem odd at all," Grimm said. "They appear to be quite calm and rational, in fact. Until the screaming starts." | Jim Butcher | ||
| 265ab1c | If you turn into a hideous monster and I am sent to slay you, I will remember this and make it as painless as I can, out of respect for you. | funny humor lol sanya the-dresden-files | Jim Butcher | |
| 2d765f5 | The cabin door swung open and Molly belly-crawled onto the deck until she could see me. "Who started shooting at us?" "Bad guys!" I cringed as another round hit the side of the boat and peppered me with wooden splinters. "Obviously!" | Jim Butcher | ||
| 5ce3f81 | Lady Placida smiled. "History seldom takes note of serendipity when it records events. And from what I have heard, I suspect an argument could be made that you very much did earn the title." "Many women have earned titles, Your Grace. It doesn't seem to have been a factor in whether or not they actually received them." Lady Placida laughed. "True enough. But perhaps that is beginning to change." She offered her hands. "It is a distinct plea.. | history sff wit | Jim Butcher | |
| cec7ebe | Magic came from life itself, from the interaction of nature and the elements, from the energy of all living beings, and especially of people. A man's magic demonstrates what sort of person he is, what is held most deeply inside of him. There is no truer gauge of a man's character than the way in which he employs his strength, his power. | Jim butcher | ||
| def5f07 | Sometimes I hate having a conscience, and a stupidly thorough sense of honor. | Jim Butcher | ||
| bb799f2 | I might not have any magic available to me, but that didn't make me any less of a wizard, one of the magi, the wise. That's the true power of a wizard. | Jim Butcher | ||
| 03096c1 | Your face looks like a sack of purple potatoes | Jim Butcher | ||
| e555d0a | I hate feeling like Han Solo in a world of Jedi. | Jim Butcher | ||
| 0ffbd9e | That's Doctor Smart-ass. I didn't spend eight years in insult college to be called Mister. | Jim Butcher | ||
| fea99b4 | I'm..." I felt a little ill. "You're saying... I'm pregnant?" My double threw up his arms. "Finally, he gets it." In years and years and years of experience as a wizard, I'd dealt with concepts, formulae, and mental models that ranged from bizarre to downright insanity-inducing. None of them had, in any way whatsoever, ever prepared my head to wrap around this. At all. Ever." -- | Jim Butcher | ||
| bc00f26 | She put her hands on his face, and whispered "Death is nothing to me, chala. Not if we are together. Death is not to be feared." She leaned forward and kissed his mouth, very gently. Then she rested her forehead against his. "Being taken from one another. That terrifies me. It terrifies me. I will go to any wasted wilderness, to any horrible city, into any nightmare to keep you at my side, chala, and never flinch. I never have. But do not a.. | Jim Butcher | ||
| 5359869 | I declared her brain frozen and assumed command of the local Warden detachment, which was handy, since it consisted of only me anyway. | Jim Butcher | ||
| 6ba3908 | If life were like a video game, she would have used her power move to whip Jen in the air and knock her against the wall with two strikes of a lacrosse stick. Of course, if life really were like a video game, Val would probably have to do that in a bikini and with giant breasts, each one made of separately animated polygons. | Holly Black | ||
| 8ce023d | Except that I have no marketable skills other than swinging around a sword and making up riddles, neither of which probably pay all that well. | Holly Black | ||
| f1cc814 | Balekin and Orlagh are planning your murder," I say flustered. "Yes," he says lazily. "So why did I wake at all?" | joke murder nonchalance sarcasm | Holly Black | |
| 94d9ba5 | Did you know that bone china had real bones in it?" Poppy said, tapping a porcelain cheek. "Her clay was made from human bones. Little-girl bones. That hair threaded through the scalp is the little girl's hair. And the body of the doll is filled with her leftover ashes." | Holly Black | ||
| 65b88b3 | Legends need not concern themselves with something as small as happiness | legends wicked-king | Holly Black | |
| 3696d40 | That's what comes of hungering for something: You forget to check if it's rotten before you gobble it down. | Holly Black | ||
| 47c8fd1 | You're as cowardly as a g------ weasel. You know that? A . That's what you are." "You don't know me," I say, spitting blood onto the dirt. I can't help it. I start to laugh. "And you obviously don't know much about weasels, either." | Holly Black | ||
| 699eccc | It feels like the whole world has turned upside down. There aren't any more rules. "Hey," I say to Sam, because if the world's gone crazy, then I guess I can do whatever I want. "Guess what? I'm a worker." He stares at me, openmouthed. Lila jerks to her feet. "You can't tell him that," she says. "Why not?" I ask, then turn to him. "I didn't have any idea until yesterday. Wacky, right?" "What kind?" he manages to squeak out. | Holly Black | ||
| ad0c2cd | Call wasn't sure what it meant that he'd gone full Evil Overlord on Jasper but still couldn't manage to impress him. | jasper-dewinter magisterium | Holly Black | |
| 5581e0d | Sweet Jude, you're my dearest punishment | Holly Black | ||
| f77e0dd | I think Bob appreciated my outfit. He made me buy the more expensive pendant. You might think that was to my disadvantage, but I accept that status comes with a price." "Not usually so immediately." I shake my head. "You better not be hitting on federal agent ladies. They'll arrest you." His grin widens. "I like handcuffs." I groan. "There is something seriously wrong with you." "Nothing that a night being worked over by a hot represent.. | Holly Black | ||
| 7fe761e | I can feel the moment he gives in and gives up, pulling me to him despite the threat of the knife. He kisses me hard, with a kind of devouring desperation, fingers digging into my hair. Our mouths slide together, teeth over lips over tongues. Desire hits me like a kick to the stomach. It's like fighting, except what we're fighting for is to crawl inside each other's skin. | Holly Black | ||
| a53edf6 | There are no words for how much I will miss her, but I try to kiss her so that she'll know. I try to kiss her to tell her the whole story of my love, the way I dreamed of her when she was dead, the way that every other girl seemed like a mirror that showed me her face. The way my skin ached for her. The way that kissing her made me feel like I was drowning and like I was being saved all at the same time. I hope she can taste all that, bitte.. | Holly Black | ||
| eeb378e | It really is a magical word: no. You say whatever bullshit you want and I just say no. | Holly Black | ||
| ec32524 | Who cares about a test? There will be a million more quizzed in your life. | Holly Black | ||
| a3dc2b7 | Sometimes I go down and stare at it, trying to see my parents in the tide lines of dried blood. I want to feel something, something besides a vague queasiness. I want to feel more, but every time I look at it, I feel less. | Holly Black | ||
| c2e0dfa | She should tell him no, but instead she seemed to be running toward trouble, leaving no stone unturned, no boy unkissed, no crush abandoned, and no bad idea unembraced. | Holly Black | ||
| 98cda60 | Oh, don't get me started! I love fantasy, I read it for pleasure, even after all these years. Pat McKillip, Ursula Le Guin and John Crowley are probably my favorite writers in the field, in addition to all the writers in the Endicott Studio group - but there are many others I also admire. In children's fantasy, I'm particularly keen on Philip Pullman, Donna Jo Napoli, David Almond and Jane Yolen - though my favorite novels recently were Mid.. | reading | Terri Windling | |
| d53d98e | We all want stupid things. That doesn't mean we should have them. | Holly Black | ||
| b3da3c4 | Cold?" Ravus echoed. He took her arm and rubbed it between his hands, watching them as though they were betraying him. "Better?" He asked warily. His skin felt hot, even through the cloth of her shirt, his touch was both soothing and electric. She leaned into him without thinking. His thighs parted, rough black cloth scratching against her jeans as she moved between his long legs. His eyes half-lidded as he pushed himself off the desk, thei.. | Holly Black | ||
| f8856f8 | In how many families do you hear the legend that all the goodness and graces of the living are nothing to the peculiar charms of one who is not. It is as if heaven had an especial band of angels, whose office it was to sojourn for a season here, and endear to them the wayward human heart, that they might bear it upward with them in their homewoard flight. When you see that deep, spiritual light in the eye,---when the little soul reveals its.. | Harriet Beecher Stowe | ||
| 8049943 | What is it that sometimes speaks in the soul so calmly, so clearly, that its earthly time is short? Is it the secret instinct of decaying nature, or the soul's impulsive throb, as immortality draws on? Be what it may, it rested in the heart of Eva, a calm, sweet, prophetic certainty that Heaven was near; calm as the light of sunset, sweet as the bright stillness of autumn, there her little heart reposed, only troubled by sorrow for those wh.. | Harriet Beecher Stowe | ||
| 16b86ce | If I met you last night, and brought you back to my place, or followed you to yours, and we had sex, that's what we asked for from each other. It's what I got, and what you got. I don't know you. You don't know me. Thanks for playing, and we're done. If by some fluke anything was said at some point during this entire exchange that made me curious enough to see you again, I would. Has that happened before? A couple of times. Did it last? Cle.. | love one-night-stand | Tammara Webber | |
| 36b3d7c | He swallowed, closing his eyes and inhaling slowly. I knew he would be all rational and do-the-right-thing and he would push me away again, and I was determined not to give him that chance. But then his eyes flashed open and he said, "Fuck it," pushing me against the door, slamming his forearms on either side of my head and kissing me mmore forcefully than I'd ever been kissed" | Tammara Webber | ||
| bea9bee | She chews her lip, staring into my eyes. "Okay... Why did you kiss me in Austin?" I laugh softly and she frowns. "Sorry. That one's too easy." My gaze flicks to her mouth and back. "I'd wanted to kiss you ever since Quinton suggested playing spin the bottle, and by that night in your room, I'd run out of willpower to fight it." | Tammara Webber | ||
| c3a2f65 | Good God, what did he not remember? | Tammara Webber | ||
| 7f204d5 | Ama wipes her hands on her apron, looks up at our old roof with new eyes, and lifts the baby from his basket. She twirls him in the air, her skirts flying around her ankles the way the clouds swirl around the mountain cap--her laughter fresh and strange and musical to my ears. | sold | Patricia McCormick | |
| 2f651dc | Rochelle," she calls out, still looking at me. "Is there anyone down at the desk? I need something." I'm too startled to move. Is she going to tell on me, get me in trouble? Rochelle's gotten up; she's banging the toilet stall doors open one by one, checking to make sure no one's in there. When the last stall turns up empty, she gives Amanda an annoyed look. "What do you need this time of night?" Amanda smiles at me, then turns to face Roch.. | Patricia McCormick | ||
| f08e2ac | As winter went on, longer than long, we both freaked out. My mania grew to insane proportions. I sat in the study room at night, wildly typing out Dali-esque short stories. I sat at my desk in our room, drinking tea, flying on speed. She'd bang into the room in a fury. Or, she'd bang into the room, laughing like a maniac. Or, she'd bang into the room and sit under the desk eating Nutter-Butters. She was a sugar freak. She'd pour packets of .. | Marya Hornbacher | ||
| ad497ac | At the lip of a cliff, I look out over Lake Superior, through the bare branches of birches and the snow-covered branches of aspens and pines. A hard wind blows snow up out of a cavern and over my face. I know this place, I know its seasons - I have hiked these mountains in the summer and walked these winding pathways in the explosion of colour that is a northern fall. And now, the temperature drops well below zero and the deadly cold lake r.. | alcoholic anorexia bulimia eating-disorder mental-illness recovery spirituality | Marya Hornbacher | |
| 7e9404b | it takes just as much training to get along with people. Only, training by yourself in the mountains won't do you any good. You need to surround yourself with others. As you get to know them, of course you take the chance that you'll end up hurting them, or they'll end up hurting you. One of those things might very well happen. That's the only way we learn... about others, and about ourselves. You're a black-belt in martial arts, but I'd gu.. | Natsuki Takaya |