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| 0af3153 | All his life Harry Bosch believed he had a mission. And to carry out that mission he needed to be bulletproof. He needed to build himself and his life so that he was invulnerable, so that nothing and no one could ever get to him. All of that changed on the day he was introduced to the daughter he didn't know he had. In that moment he knew he was both saved and lost. He would be forever connected to the world in the way only a father knew. .. | fear joy love vulnerability | Michael Connelly | |
| 79b42fa | He knew evil could never be vanquished. It just moved from one place to another and waited. | Michael Connelly | ||
| f7b5b1b | Trust no one. You may be working with the last honest cop in Mexicali, but why bet your life on it? | mystery | Michael Connelly | |
| cc1f55d | You don't like what you see out your window, you put up a wall. | mystery | Michael Connelly | |
| be7fc9e | There was something pitiful about a woman in jail. I had found that almost all of the time, their crimes could be traced back to men. Men who took advantage of them, abused them, deserted them, hurt them. This is not to say they were not responsible for their actions or that some of them did not deserve the punishments they received. There were predators among the female ranks that easily rivaled those among the males. But, even still, the .. | Michael Connelly | ||
| fca9a25 | He knew there were two kinds of truth in this world. The truth that was the unalterable bedrock of one's life and mission. And the other, malleable truth of politicians, charlatans, corrupt lawyers, and their clients, bent and molded to serve whatever purpose was at hand. | Michael Connelly | ||
| 374a42c | The black heart does not beat alone. | Michael Connelly | ||
| 3ad247c | If we can't be honest with ourselves, how can we ever tell the truth to the people out there? | Michael Connelly | ||
| c78f41b | Whatever made her happy made me happy--except the time she thought divorcing me would make her life happier. That didn't do much for me. | Michael Connelly | ||
| 497e001 | Livingstone had said sympathy was no substitute for action. That was an essential brick in Bosch's wall. He had built himself as a man of action and, at the moment when the integrity of his life's work had been called into question by a man on death row, he had chosen to turn his sympathy for Elizabeth Clayton into action. | Michael Connelly | ||
| b66c182 | you can't explain crazy. | Michael Connelly | ||
| c38835d | All his life Bosch had lived and worked in society's institutions. But he hope he had escaped institutional thinking, that he made his own decisions. | mystery | Michael Connelly | |
| 7598ed4 | Fulgoni gave me a look that I interpreted as a warning that I was crossing into a territory that he had deemed off-limits when we had last discussed his testimony. I gave him a look back that said too fucking bad. I have you under oath. I own you. | i-own-you testimony | Michael Connelly | |
| 4c8a8b6 | Zachary's partner, a younger man with a moustache named Freedly-- Well, no. The man was named Freedly. Zachary's partner, a younger man named Freedly with a moustache-- Zachary's partner, a moustached younger man named Freedly-- Freedly said, "Have you got the ring on you?" | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| 36b14e3 | That's a geometric figure, that bird, he don't exist without an angle. | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| 8953af4 | huddled together at the left end of the bar, as silent and miserable as kittens in a sack with the bridge getting close. | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| 7de6261 | had been happy to play the part of a Bronte heroine if it meant she wouldn't have to learn how to cook. | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| c7e2e0f | May knew John had a very bad tendency, when things got unusually difficult, to sink with an almost sensuous pleasure into a warm bath of despair. Once you've handed the reins over to despair, to mix a metaphor just a teeny bit, your job is done. You don't have to sweat it any more, you've taken yourself out of the game. Despair is the bench, and you are warming it. | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| 2e09e51 | You wanna know what's happening to New York?" he asked. "I tell you what you do. You go to a used-magazine store, you look at the covers of science fiction magazines from the thirties. That's what's happening to New York." | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| e9e230a | They turned and found themselves facing a bullet head on an ICBM body lumpily stuffed into a black shirt and a brown suit. It was as though King Kong were making a break for it, hoping to smuggle himself back to his island disguised as a human being. | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| efcff2d | And what if you're trying to knock out another man," she said, sarcastic. There was no expression in his cool blue eyes. "Then I kiss him," he said in the calmest of voices. "Now you try it." | sexuality suspense | Anne Stuart | |
| b616db6 | I thought you were the docile one," he murmured. "Yes, my lord," she said meekly. "Compared to my sister, my lord." "And you're the smart one as well? Even though you were going to put horse dung on an infect wound?" "Yes, my lord." She straightened her shoulders. "And the plain one." His eyes were like a sly weapon, all soft, lingering caresses while he stood just out of reach. "I think you're a fraud, Lady Alys. You've yet to convince me .. | Anne Stuart | ||
| a53e82f | Without his shirt she could see just how bony he was, probably twenty or thirty pounds under his fighting weight from his years in captivity. He loomed over her, and she finally understood her ambivalence. He had protected her, killed for her, led her to safety. He was safety. But he was also big and raw and so elementally male that it made her teeth sweat. She'd spent most of her life blissfully above the calls of the flesh and the dark, d.. | Anne Stuart | ||
| 0f355f9 | His head moved down, his mouth taking hers in a kiss that held the passion of a thousand years as his body molded against her trembling frame. His lips were hard and hungry as he fought against her resistance, and he pulled his head away for a moment, looking down into her desperate eyes with no pity at all. "Open your mouth, Rachel," he said. And closing her eyes, she did, sliding her helpless arms around his body, pulling him closer again.. | Anne Stuart | ||
| ad1d449 | My love," he said with great patience, "you're hair is a rat's nest. Your eyes are swollen from weeping, your nose is red, your clothing is tattered, and you face is streaked with mud. You are still beyond passing fair, but not enough to tempt my immortal soul." He wiped a patch of mud from her delicate cheekbone. "I love you because you have a fierce heart, a brave soul, a tender touch, and woman's grace. I love you for a thousand reasons .. | Anne Stuart | ||
| 0fa0f1d | Where is the motorcycle?" "I ditched it. Someone will find it sooner or later and return it to the rental company." "Not in the U.S." "We're not in the U.S., in case you haven't noticed. People don't steal lost property, they return it." "How did you get this car?" "I stole it." | Anne Stuart | ||
| 1e2a74b | She looked at him. She was feeling reckless, emotional, out of sorts, and she was tired of his constant hints. "I found the experience so unpleasant with Wilfred that I kicked him out lest he want to repeat the whole thing." She shuddered. "I was expecting someone younger and healthier than Sir Thomas would convince me that lovemaking was worth the trouble. It isn't. It's nasty and ugly and dirty." He stared at her for a long moment. And th.. | Anne Stuart | ||
| 6ad0444 | He flicked off the light switch, setting the alarm system. Overhead he could hear Reno--music that could only be Japanese hip-hop, for God's sake, and thumps and bumps. Either he had half a dozen girls up there on the floor and he was doing them one by one, or he was doing some sort of exercise. Or dancing. The thought of Reno dancing was enough to send cold shivers down Peter's spine. He preferred the notion of an orgy. | Anne Stuart | ||
| e6292d7 | You're right about something else," he said, his voice ragged. "I'm scared to death of you. Because I want you, when common sense and a lifetime of experience tells me I should kill you. I want you, and if I give up then you'll own me, and I'll have nothing left to fight with." | Anne Stuart | ||
| 61790ae | He had no choice in the matter, if he left her hanging by the straps she'd end up being banged against the side of the aircraft. Not good for her, not good for the plane's stability. You always fastened down a cargo, you didn't leave it loose in the back of a plane. That was all he was doing, he told himself putting his arms around her to hold her limp body still, letting her head loll back against his shoulder. Keeping the cargo secure. It.. | Anne Stuart | ||
| 27d2ba3 | She could dream of happy endings. For him, if not for her. | Anne Stuart | ||
| 4097d23 | Goodbye, Lord Rohan," she said. The door to Lina's house stood open, the footman waitig patiently. "I don't expect we'll see each other again." His smile was slow, mocking, irresistibly devilish. "Would you care to wager on that, my love?" | Anne Stuart | ||
| 7e30520 | What have you done with Hetty?" he demanded. "Listened to her incessant prattle, complaints, tears, demands, artless conversation and recriminations for more than twenty-four hours. You will be pleased to know I didn't touch her--if I had I would have throttled her. Take her away, if you please. I'd rather spend the rest of my life a pauper than have to spend even another day with the divine Miss Chippie." -- | romance | Anne Stuart | |
| 800808a | You have everyone else at your feet, Miss Lydia. Why should you need me as well?" For a moment she couldn't speak, mesmerized by the torment she saw in the dark depths of his eyes. "Because you're the one I want," she said in a hushed voice." | Anne Stuart | ||
| 6f147ee | There were times when she was honestly afraid of him. He could kill, had killed for her on a number of occasions, seemingly without a moment's hesitation or an ounce of regret. He was mercenary, brutal, charming, devious, and yes, any other woman would think he was sexy as hell. Not her. Not her. Oh hell, yes, her. The way he moved, as if he understood his body better than any man had a right to and knew just how to use it for a woman's max.. | Anne Stuart | ||
| d7d32e9 | She could feel the hot tears pouring down her face, and she pressed it against the stone. MacGowan, you stupid bastard, she thought. Why did you have to go and get yourself killed? I care about you. Care about you. Stupid phrase. She knew the truth, and right then the least she could do for the man who'd died protecting her was to admit it. She was stupidly, idiotically in love with him. He didn't deserve it, she was smart enough to know be.. | Anne Stuart | ||
| 54115d9 | He was human, he was warm and strong and ready to kill to keep her safe. What more could a girl want in a man? | Anne Stuart | ||
| 073abfe | And now, dear Emma, I'll show you just what you have to be wary of," he said, and his head moved down, blotting out the light. This was no slow, sensuous caress of mouth and lip. This was no chaste salute, nor was it the wet awkwardness of an untried boy or a randy old man. He opened his mouth over hers and kissed her, using his tongue, his teeth, and all the clever weapons he had in his arsenal. She told herself she was being kissed by a .. | james-killoran making-love passionate-kiss | Anne Stuart | |
| 017fe32 | He should have known someone like Lucien de Malheur would offer no loyalty, no male solidarity. | Anne Stuart | ||
| a78ee64 | He wasn't marrying her. Even if she'd have him, which she certainly wouldn't, he had no intention of leg-shackling himself to such a difficult woman. She's always be racing off to save some new stray lamb, and if she even caught wind of the Scorpion's criminal associations she'd probaby try to save them, as well. She was a dangerous woman, never content with the status quo, and she would drag who ever was fool enough to marry her along for .. | Anne Stuart | ||
| b0dd770 | Once, oh marvelous once, there was a rabbit who found his way home. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 99c9108 | She was terribly pleased, because she had always, secretly, deep within her heart, believed that she could fly. And now here she was, doing what she had long suspected she could do, and she could not deny that it was gratifying in the extreme. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 3bb86b9 | and how positively full and brimming-to-burst with words I am. This is what Mrs. Bullwhyte would call one of my "extended flights of fancy." She said that I am terribly prone to them and often told me that I should rein myself in or the world was bound to disappoint me." | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 5a7862c | Edward was the lone contrarian. He prided himself on not hoping, on not allowing his heart to lift inside of him. He prided himself on keeping his heart silent, immobile, closed tight. | Kate DiCamillo |