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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 8a076df | What of your vows of vengeance?" "I'm not adding you to the list, if that's what you're wondering. It's over. I know what I am." | Elaine Cunningham | ||
| db3965c | Ooh, similar political opinions! How hot was that? To Gwen's way of thinking, this relationship was sounding about as interesting as fettuccine without Alfredo. | Elaine Cunningham | ||
| e1c429d | Her pinkie took matters into its own, er, pinkie, and moved oh-so-slightly, grazing his skin. His pinkie, judging by the shape and texture. Blood rushed and pounded through her veins, flushing her skin. This could not, in any way, be explained as an accidental touch. But he could feign sleep if he wasn't interested. Did she want him to do that? What was she doing? She commanded her pinkie to drop, and thankfully, it obeyed. A jolt shot .. | knight medieval-romance time-travel-romance wales | Angela Quarles | |
| 98c3141 | He leaned his head against the rock. Christ, when was the last time he'd seen the humor in life? And now, of all places, in an enemy camp, with a strange woman who made him burn. Burn with desire. Burn with need. A desire and need not only for her and her body, but for something he couldn't quite name. | knight medieval-romance norman time-travel-romance wales | Angela Quarles | |
| 2f6a82c | Freika said, and twisted his head around between his hind legs. Jane eyed him as he went to work. "You know, if you're smart enough for sarcasm, you're smart enough to know it's rude to lick your own genitals." The wolf looked up. "You're just jealous." She opened her mouth to deny it, then stopped. "Well, yeah." | Angela Knight | ||
| ed958fa | Here before you lies the memorial to St. Cefnogwr, though he is not buried here, of course." At her words, an uncanny knowing flushed through Katy and, crazy-of-crazy, transfixed her. "Why? Where is he?" Traci stepped forward, hand on her hip. A you're-right-on-cue look crossed the guide's face. She pointed to the ceiling. Traci scoffed. "I meant, where's the body?" Her American southern accent lent a strange contrast to her skepticism. Aga.. | outlander time-travel-medieval-romance | Angela Quarles | |
| c88d63e | That woman needs to get laid and pronto." "Are you offering, Morel?" "Are you kidding? I wouldn't let my snake out anywhere near that woman's swamp." Desi" | Angela Henry | ||
| d4f6210 | Shotgun," I said. Agent Knight--Roman--froze and glanced across the yard. "Where?" I stopped too and blinked at him. "It's an expression. For the front passenger seat. You know, calling shotgun?" | Angela Roquet | ||
| e59944f | His warm breath, smelling of clean spice, stroked her cheek and ear. A thrilling shiver coursed over her, the wound on her arm only a minor sting. Then his lips--those full, sensuous lips--grazed her jaw and the soft spot behind her ear, the hairs of his beard brushing her sensitive skin. Her shivers locked her muscles tight. A bolt of tantalizing heat shot down her center. He leveraged closer, all that warrior brawn pressing hard against .. | medieval-knight medieval-romance wales | Angela Quarles | |
| d2b5478 | She flapped her hands, anxious energy coursing through her. "How can you be so calm?" He got to his feet, unfolding with an easy grace. He held out a hand, his dark eyes focused solemnly on hers. "Come with me." "For what?" "That's part of the lesson." Was it her imagination, or did a twinkle of humor stir in those eyes? "Center yourself, and grab onto the here and now." That made no sense--what was he now, Sir Medieval Zen Master? But .. | historical-romance knight medieval-romance norman time-travel-romance welsh | Angela Quarles | |
| dea3b66 | She led them to their pallets, again encircled by other pallets. She sat down, sighing at her aching muscles, and caught his gaze. "You may, er, wrap your arms around me if that will make you feel I am safer." He chuckled--a hoarse chuckle, rusty, but a chuckle nonetheless. She'd take it. "May I indeed?" He lay beside her and pulled her back against him, settling her head on his arm, bunching the other hide up to use as a pillow. "If I mu.. | knight knightly-romance medieval-romance norman time-travel-romance wales welsh | Angela Quarles | |
| 6acc447 | She needed a distraction. "Was that your mother?" The splashing stopped. "Are you going to converse while I bathe?" "Why not?" "Feels rather unseemly." She laughed, picturing him sitting there, shocked and indignant. "We're supposed to be married, right?" "You have a point, however I would rather not discuss her right now." "I think you're evading me." "Mayhap. Is it working?" | historical-romance medieval-romance norman romance-with-a-knight time-travel-romance wales welsh | Angela Quarles | |
| 9ce2beb | breath, trying to make sense of the story. I dealt with criminal law all the time but you still had to hear the person out, listen to all of the facts, and then assess the situation yourself while trying to find the truth. "First," | Angela Knight | ||
| c0810cd | The psychologist Jerome Kagan has argued that parenting has a threshold function: up until that threshold is crossed, the effects of a child's very early experience even out in the end. But parenting that crosses the threshold--abuse, stress, utter indifference--can sink in deep, especially if the baby remains in that environment. There's a lot to be said for this perspective on parenthood, not least that it offers well-meaning parents some.. | infancy resiliency | Nicholas Day | |
| 2fdcf7b | Frivolity without gaiety and earnestness without seriousness--a most unattractive combination. | Anthony Daniels (psychiatrist) | ||
| 1249533 | But every once in a while, I could be normal. I could be the way other people are all the time. I could be nice. Once in a while. | Micol Ostow | ||
| f5c08a6 | I thought then that Amity was already all mine. I didn't realise it was actually the other way around. | Micol Ostow | ||
| cca439c | There's probably a fancy doctor's term for it, some chemical misfires in my brain that make me who I am. But, plainly put, it's this: I am evil. And I don't mind at all. | Micol Ostow | ||
| 9520d55 | But the gun was here. Cold, solid steel against my palm. I wrapped one finger around the trigger. And smiled. | Micol Ostow | ||
| 1f12a41 | Amity's inhuman. More than human. And she's inside of me. I'm inhuman right now, too. | Micol Ostow | ||
| 7497914 | gravel-maggot? | Jude Watson | ||
| 8d856d5 | This part of the story is true enough. What the storytellers omit, however, is that the Democrats are the ones who caused the backlash! They are the ones who from the beginning opposed black freedom and black equality, undermining voting rights and equal treatment under the law. They were the true enemies of racial and social justice. Moreover, the Democrats did those things not just through political and legal measures but also through dom.. | Dinesh D'Souza | ||
| 9588f90 | Consequently, it was Democrats who, from the 1860s through the 1960s, prevented blacks as a group from enjoying their rights through political opposition and violent acts of terror. Democrats now claim credit for allowing blacks to have the civil rights that they themselves violently prevented for a hundred years. | Dinesh D'Souza | ||
| b138f9c | BLAMING THE SOUTH Today's Democrats try to shift blame from themselves by blaming "the South." The South is supposedly responsible for espousing racist views and implementing racist practices. Yet the detractors of the South neglect to point out that after Reconstruction, the Democratic Party was the dominant, almost the sole, political party in the South." | Dinesh D'Souza | ||
| 4cfd508 | One prominent Democrat, South Carolina governor (and later senator) Ben Tillman, explained how this came about. "Republicanism means Negro equality, while the Democratic Party means that the white man is superior. That's why we Southerners are all Democrats."4" | Dinesh D'Souza | ||
| e1b01a3 | Forced sterilization and euthanasia aimed at eliminating racial "defectives" and producing a "superior" Nordic race were two additional schemes the Nazis got from American progressives." | Dinesh D'Souza | ||
| 0d9b8dc | You never know who anybody is. Even the people closest to you. | people | Jude Watson | |
| e2646d3 | Indubitably, | Jude Watson | ||
| 2b0001f | How satisfying it must feel to simply wait for events to unfold as you have foreseen them, Anakin thought. How powerful to know the outcome before it happened. This was what he could learn--and not from his Master. From Palpatine. | Jude Watson | ||
| 517bedd | A glass of water, Mr. Wizard? Certainly. Still or sparkling? Ice or lukewarm? Lemon or lime? French or Italian? When Hamilton had added, Bathroom or kitchen? | Jude Watson | ||
| 27421ca | Humans aren't meant to look back. Or else we'd be able to turn our heads in a 180, just like an owl. | Jude Watson | ||
| 41ea598 | Welcome, fellow Cahills... I am the Outcast. Sit back. I have a few things to say. | Jude Watson | ||
| 7cf73a8 | She sounds... cruel." "There were many sides to Grace," Fiske said. ... Beatrice leaned closer to the screen. "Grace made her own husband, Nathaniel Harford, an Outcast." | Jude Watson | ||
| 6c72984 | Lovely," Nellie whispered. "A double-crosser wouldn't spend all this time gardening and planting flowers, would they?" ... Sinead Starling opened the door. "Ah," Nellie said. "I guess I was wrong." | Jude Watson | ||
| f96e0f0 | Mabel Rose Chen was a perfect daughter. She knew this because everybody said it. ... The thing about being a perfect daughter was that nobody suspected you might not be so perfect. That maybe you were fascinated by the fact that you belonged to this powerful family, and maybe you weren't so great at violin or tennis or French, but you were very, very good at spying. | Jude Watson | ||
| 8d3147b | Only when we are sick of our sickness shall we cease to be sick. | Wayne W. Dyer | ||
| 82db774 | She did come from a family of bards, Jake," Atticus said. "Beards?" Dan asked. "Bards," Atticus said with a snort of laughter. "Poets. The learned scholars of Ireland." "I bet they had beards, though," Dan said, and Atticus laughed and threw an eraser at him. "The" | Jude Watson | ||
| 0083ee6 | Doubt is something that should be entertained privately. | Jude Watson | ||
| 21da72c | Sunlight streamed in through double-height windows and cast squares of rich gold on the carpet. | Jude Watson | ||
| 58a80d3 | Roan had taught him not to care what anyone thought, but to regard everyone's feelings. | Jude Watson | ||
| 9aa5347 | Are you taking us to the beach?" - Dan Cahill" | beach dan-cahill jude-watson nowhere-to-run the-39-clues unstoppable | Jude Watson | |
| 5164c62 | It looks ancient," - Amy Cahill" | amy-cahill ancient jude-watson nowhere-to-run ruins the-39-clues unstoppable | Jude Watson | |
| 40fef6e | She'd never had so many secrets before. She'd never imagined she could be so afraid. She'd never imagined she could be so brave. | Jude Watson | ||
| 3971590 | dweeb! | Jude Watson |