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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| b429c36 | He defined good company not by the conversation but by the lack of it. When there was no need to talk to feel comfortable, that was the right company. | Michael Connelly | ||
| 884e995 | Time had eroded the bond between them. They were strangers who shared the same story. | Michael Connelly | ||
| 3b05c5f | All these years in the straight life and she still had a whore's pride. | Michael Connelly | ||
| 6b1f910 | The rich kept you waiting so you could feel free to admire all that they had. | Michael Connelly | ||
| 9045449 | It had been Bosch's experience that when you looked back at a life, you used a magnifying glass. Everything was bigger, amplified. | Michael Connelly | ||
| 56e22b7 | People are the worst animals," Rider said. "They will do anything to each other. Just to indulge their fantasies." | Michael Connelly | ||
| cad4fcc | You can become unhinged and cut loose from the world. You can believe you are a permanent outsider. But the innocence of a child will bring you back and give you the shield of joy with which to protect yourself. I have learned this late in life but not too late. It's never too late. | Michael Connelly | ||
| 40ba1b2 | The rich kept you waiting so that you could feel free to admire all that they had. | Michael Connelly | ||
| e736011 | Because it's a hot door and we have to be careful. You never open a door on a burning room. | Michael Connelly | ||
| 646b80f | There are plenty of people out there judging us every day of our lives and for every move we make. The gods of guilt are many.You don't need to add to them | Michael Connelly | ||
| 8a32453 | However, inflation and unemployment have affected the shopping centers at least as much as the rest of the economy, so that here and there among the brave enticements stood a storefront dark, silent, its windows black, its forehead nameless, its prospects bleak. The survivors seemed to beam the more brightly in their efforts to distract attention from their fallen comrades, but Dortmunder could see them. Dortmunder and a failed enterprise c.. | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| a38697b | an old Underwood office machine so big and black and ancient it looked as though it should come with a foreign correspondent attached. | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| 468b338 | Dortmunder followed Kelp as he carried the tray down along the bar past the regulars, where the third was now saying, "The idea of the flat tax is, you just pay the same as one month's rent." | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| 30a4a11 | I sat up and the room was full of a man with a gun. | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| 561a420 | Well, you might not think it to look at me," Dortmunder told him, "but I got a family crest." "Have you?" "Yeah. And it's got a motto on it." "I am anxious to hear this motto." "Quid lucrum istic mihi est." Mr. Hemlow squinted; the red-headed hawk in flight. "I'm afraid my Latin is insufficient for that." "What's in it for me," Dortmunder translated." -- | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| 6a18df8 | telling the jokes--was the setups. Why were that priest, that rabbi, and that minister walking down that street? Where were they headed? How had they happened to come together? What odd chance had put ex-presidents Bush, Clinton, and Carter on that same plane? | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| cf5dfef | If buyer's remorse ever accomplished anything in this world," Max said, "we'd all still be living in caves." | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| fdf9e9b | Dortmunder had helped by expressing doubts. "If the Puerto Ricans all come here," he'd said, for instance, "how come it's such a hot idea for us to go there?" Another time, he'd expressed the opinion that airplanes were too heavy to fly, and a little later he'd pointed out he didn't have a passport. "You don't need a passport," May told him. "Puerto Rico's part of the US." He stared at her. "The hell it is." But it turned out she was right .. | Donald E. Westlake | ||
| c54b063 | He was a man who fucked in silence. And when he climaxed, long, hard, endlessly, inside her tight body, he heard his voice in the darkness. Calling her name. | Anne Stuart | ||
| 93ee455 | Your soul may be the epitome of putrescent decay, but apart from minor scarring you know perfectly well that you are quite decadently appealing." His pale eyes widened, and then he explored in laughter. "I don't know which enchants me more, putrescent decay or decadently appealing." | Anne Stuart | ||
| 410135e | Ben scooped her up in his arms, holding her high against his chest as he carried her back into the cottage, past the shrouded, familiar shapes of the furniture into the night-dark bedroom. They were alone now for the first time. There was no Emmett, no Harris, no lies or masquerade or motives or revenge. There was just Ben and Rachel, together in the darkness. | Anne Stuart | ||
| c7ce054 | I say a stream leading into a pond, where we can have swans and ducks and absolutely no geese, and we'll live very happily, two old-maid sisters. I do think we should have cats, a great many of them. They won't go after the ducks, will they?" "We'll have cats that are afraid of ducks," | Anne Stuart | ||
| e107e02 | If this were a different time, a different place, I would take you to bed with me and make love to you for days," he said, his voice slow and deep and intent. "I would use my mouth on you, until no part of your skin went untouched, and I would make you come, over and over again until you could stand no more, and then I'd let you sleep in my arms until you were rested and then I would start all over again. I would kiss your wounds, I would d.. | love romance | Anne Stuart | |
| 9bb3311 | I will give you a little hint," Emma said with a wry smile. "A whore's trick, but a good one. It's a part that you're playing, like a grand actress on the stage. It isn't you. It has nothing to do with you. You're simply using your body in service to something necessary. You can smile and flirt and dance and pretend you're someone entirely different, and it won't matter. You, the real you, will still be safe inside." | Anne Stuart | ||
| bc5cd3d | Besides, the old man was out of shape, smoked and drank--a walking heart attack. | Anne Stuart | ||
| 4cab375 | She felt hot, strong, alive against him, and he found he had this crazy urge to move his mouth down to the side of her neck, to press it against her, to taste her skin. He wanted to feel her breasts, wanted to pull her T-shirt up and feel her hot skin against his. Damn, he wanted her. | Anne Stuart | ||
| 9808bf9 | She expected annoyance, tolerance, perhaps even a distant amusement. She hadn't expected his reaction. His arms closed around her like a vice, pulling her tightly up against him. And she didn't have time to kiss him--the touch of her mouth against his seemed to ignite a firestorm. She could feel him through every inch of her body, the lean, deceptively strong body beneath the suit, the heat and lure of muscle and sinew, the sheer intensity .. | Anne Stuart | ||
| 39dadf4 | He kissed the salty tears from her cheeks, her jaw, her neck. And then he kissed her mouth, slowly at first, tasting her pain and despair. Tasting her desire. He didn't know whether he turned her in his arms, or whether she shifted herself. He only knew she was astride him, facing him, her long legs wrapped around his hips, and the kissing had gone long past comfort. | Anne Stuart | ||
| b60bc28 | He slid his arm under her waist, hauled her up, and entered her that way, sliding in deep, so deep, and her guttural cry was a heartbreaking pleasure. He couldn't stop. She wouldn't let him. She twisted her head around and kissed him, and he wanted to keep on and on, to fill her mouth, her body, her soul with him. To have her take everything and then want more. | Anne Stuart | ||
| 20a1fdd | A strange stillness had settled over him, as well, a waiting. The earth was shifting beneath him, and he had the hideous suspicion that his entire life was about to change if he didn't get out of there, now. Away from the unexpected, undeniable lure of the dowdy young woman in front of him. | Anne Stuart | ||
| d627e16 | She came at him sideways, away from his legs, reaching down to pull the duct tape away. He didn't even notice the pain, spitting out the rag someone had put in his mouth earlier. She turned, and handed him a bottle of water. "You're probably thirsty. The drug I gave you tends to make your mouth dry." "No, I think that was caused by the sock someone stuffed in there," he said. "Your work?" | Anne Stuart | ||
| 29523c8 | the foundations set up as tax shelters by the wealthy tended to spend as much money glorifying the donors' names and providing cushy jobs for their friends | Anne Stuart | ||
| 8cfda68 | He would die at her hands. He knew it, with sudden lightening clarity. The man he had struggled so hard to become, the all-powerful, all-knowing Simon of Navarre, would be destroyed by a woman's heart. | Anne Stuart | ||
| c2ac60f | The windows were boarded up, allowing in no light. "I take it this isn't your apartment." "You think I'd take you to my home?" "Hope springs eternal." | Anne Stuart | ||
| f33bd3c | He was lost, captured by an innocent, destroyed by a would-be nun, and there was no way the monster, Simon of Navarre, Richard the Fair's Grendel, would ever be the same. | Anne Stuart | ||
| d3cb6e2 | What are you doing, Alys?" He'd turned to watch her, and his expression was disbelieving. She'd emerged from the winding staircase to stand in the open, but she hadn't yet been able to make her feet move further. "Facing my fears," she said in a wobbly voice. "Courting death?" "Are you going to kill me?" "The lightning might." "Are you you going to kill me?" she persisted, flinching when the thunder rumbled again. "Would you ride a horse fo.. | Anne Stuart | ||
| 193227f | Jilly looked at it with a sinking heart. It was difficult enough when the exotic, undeniably gorgeous creature of her fantasies had turned out to be an obnoxious bully. Of course he had to have a Harley, as well, completing the perfect bad-boy image. With the tattooed teardrops on his high cheekbones and spiky, waist-length, flame-colored hair and his long, leather-clad legs and pointy-toed cowboy boots, he was almost irresistible, despite .. | Anne Stuart | ||
| 0fa9afe | She should feel sick. Horrified, stunned. But the horrible truth was, she felt fine. He killed. He killed to protect her. And some ancient, atavistic streak inside her wanted to preen and purr. She was one sick puppy. | Anne Stuart | ||
| fced320 | He turned back, and there was an odd light in his eyes. "Did I ever tell you that I can't live without you?" he said. "No," she said. "You can tell me about it when we survive." She could barely breathe, death was eating its way toward her, and she wanted to laugh out loud with the joy of it." | Anne Stuart | ||
| 12b0a46 | I knew you'd be wet," he whispered, and gave in to temptation, biting her ear. She quivered. "Now I want you to spread your legs for me. Just a little bit. That's right," he crooned in her ear. "That's perfect. You're perfect. Beautiful." He kissed the side of her neck, because he couldn't help it. He wanted his fingers inside her, wanted his cock inside her, but he couldn't have what he wanted. If he turned her, yanked off her pants and pu.. | Anne Stuart | ||
| b15e00c | The original Shiro-sama failed, of course, and was ordered by the emperor to commit ritual suicide in his temple in the mountains. He did, and his followers cremated his body and put his bones in a sacred urn to be guarded until the time he was reborn." "And that's the Hayashi Urn?" she said. "A funeral jar? And I kept my cookies in it?" | Anne Stuart | ||
| d716f4f | Stop it," she said. "Stop what?" Her eyes flew open, filled with rage and betrayal. "Stop pretending. You made your point this morning--you don't have anything more to prove. You don't want me, you can make me do anything you wish, and I'll be pathetically grateful for your attention, while you won't feel a thing..." "You idiot," he said, his voice savage. "How blind are you?" "Leave me alone." He pulled her legs apart, pushing between them.. | Anne Stuart | ||
| 81af8d7 | I'm supposed to trust you?" "No," he said. He picked up the phone. "Put her sister on." A second later he handed the small silver device to her. Summer felt a second of panic--after all, this tiny piece of metal and circuitry unlocked doors, turned off death traps and blew up houses. God knows what would happen if she pushed the wrong button." | Anne Stuart | ||
| f65f10f | Taka reached over and put his hand on hers as the plane began to climb. She didn't look his way, didn't open her eyes, but her hand turned beneath his and caught his fingers, entwining them with hers. Until they were high in the sky over the Pacific and she fell asleep and her hand loosened in his. And still he held it. Until he, too, fell asleep. | Anne Stuart |