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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 567f12d | Now Sunny, don't get mad, but ..." Rayne begins, her voice trembling. I shoot her an angry glare. "But WHAT, Rayne?" "I, uh, think you've accidentally been turned into a vampire." | vampires ya | Mari Mancusi | |
| a7e6ec5 | I can barely breathe. I feel like I'm going to explode. Jake Wilder is kissing me. French-kissing me. Is he even supposed to be French-kissing me for the play? I thought... Oh, who cares if he's supposed to or not. He is, that's all that matters. | vampiric-romance ya | Mari Mancusi | |
| 87595e2 | Roses are red. Blood is too... | ya-vampire-romance | Mari Mancusi | |
| b1c88f8 | Turning into a vampire is bad enough - I don't need to flunk out of school on top of it. | ya-paranormal-romance-series | Mari Mancusi | |
| 92d623a | You are my blood mate," he says simply, finding my hand and squeezing it with his own. "I would die for you." Gah! A little warning before the touching would be nice. Mainly so I can resist the overwhelming urge to morph into a jiggly pile of Jell-O, thank you very much. "You'd ... die... for me?"" I manage to choke out. I've got to lighten the mood here. "Technically aren't you already dead?" | ya-vampire-romance | Mari Mancusi | |
| 2725ba4 | Hi, my name is Sunny and I'm a bloodoholic. | ya-vampire-romance | Mari Mancusi | |
| 8f876fc | For all I know, the guy is Dracula. | romance urban-fantasy-romance vampire ya | Mari Mancusi | |
| 0d1bf08 | Just 'cause I'm a vampire, doesn't mean I'm into the Goth scene." "Yeah. I suppose that makes sense," I reason. "Like why go around dressing in black and wishing you were dead, when technically you already are." He grins. "Exactly." | Mari Mancusi | ||
| 4d72e29 | Ugh. Don't even get me started. It's like teachers think we have nothing better to do with our lives than to come home and do more schoolwork.) [SirLeo] (It's coz they're old and have no lives and want to punish those who do.) | Mari Mancusi | ||
| e9a2cba | I think I might die if I don't kiss you right now. A real-life kiss. | cute gamer-girl kissing love maddy mari-mancusi romance | Mari Mancusi | |
| f0301a6 | You're the only one here with your own fan club | Mari Mancusi | ||
| a6219fe | Suddenly, out of nowhere, some random old guy grabs me on the arm and starts dragging me into a side corridor. "You must come with me," he says in an urgent voice." | ya-romance | Mari Mancusi | |
| e8123fe | Mr. Teifert's practically ancient - at least forty, I'd say - and so not sexy or cute or Australian. | Mari Mancusi | ||
| 3b43a03 | Once a generation there is a girl born who is destined to slay the vampires. | romance urban-fantasy vampires ya | Mari Mancusi | |
| 811a508 | So not only do I have to go out and fight evil villains, I have to take up woodworking, too? | romance urban-fantasy vampires ya | Mari Mancusi | |
| a1dd0a3 | I never said becoming the slayer would be a field trip to a Justin Bieber concert. | romance vampires ya | Mari Mancusi | |
| c76c253 | I'd so rather be a living snack than dead meat. | vampires | Mari Mancusi | |
| 3568fb1 | All the better to bite you, my dear! | vampires | Mari Mancusi | |
| 19bead1 | Why be a vampire if you aren't going to take advantage of the basic wardrobe? | paranormal urban-fantasy vampires wolf-shifters ya | Mari Mancusi | |
| e3fb15e | Fangs and Kisses! | urban-fantasy-romance vampires | Mari Mancusi | |
| 5a67878 | It's just a party, right? What could possibly go wrong? | romance urban-fantasy vampires | Mari Mancusi | |
| 33edfeb | As I walk down the halls of Oakridge High, dressed in a black lacy Lolita dress, fishnets, and platform boots, swinging my Beetlejuice lunchbox, I wonder if this really was such a good idea. | paranormal shifters vampires wolves ya | Mari Mancusi | |
| b09d0a8 | My sister, lover of the night, vampire of the Blood Coven, never before seen in anything but the color black, wants to be a pom-pom waving, football field-dancing cheerleader? | shifters urban-fantasy vampires ya | Mari Mancusi | |
| 1e8a866 | You'd drain someone dry for me? | paranormal-urban-fantasy-romance vampires writer | Mari Mancusi | |
| 81c76c0 | Did you... need something?" he asked in a tight voice. I swallowed hard, my mind racing with a million things to say. The fear pricking at me, telling me I had one last chance to wimp out. To walk away. But I shook my head. No. Not this time. "Yes," I said simply. "I need something." "And what, may I ask, do you need?" I met his eyes. "You." | paranormal-romance urban-fantasy-romance vampires writer | Mari Mancusi | |
| 7b2f84f | A vegetarian vampire is weird. | paranormal shifters vampires wolves ya | Mari Mancusi | |
| 75f13e1 | Real men don't kiss with the gentleness of a butterfly's wing. | paranormal-romance uf-romance urban-fantasy-romance vampires writer | Mari Mancusi | |
| 5fd5b1c | That night, I wore a dress that Mary had picked out for my trip. I had told her that I wouldn't need anything that dressy, but she'd convinced me otherwise. "You don't know who you'll meet, since you'll be with Sally and American TV. It could be a count or a prince or Marcello from 'Under the Tuscan Sun.'" As soon as she'd mentioned Marcello, I'd put the dress in my "take it" pile. The pinkish-brown dress was a very thin, satiny silk weave .. | charmeuse dress marcello | Nancy Verde Barr | |
| 7463a25 | I popped the tape into the VCR and watched a pretty, middle-aged Italian woman in a flowered housedress and frilly apron hold up various fish and shellfish as she spoke to the tape in rapid, enthusiastic Italian, espousing the virtues of the seafood. She was standing at a battered wooden table in what appeared to be her own kitchen. After she finished showing off the fish, she beheaded and eviscerated them, and then washed them in a chipped.. | ravenna seafood video | Nancy Verde Barr | |
| 4ec5681 | I bought several bars of pomegranate hand soap for gifts. The salesgirl explained that the soap was made with aged milk and all-natural ingredients. Much of it was still done by hand and always with great care. She could have been talking about food. | casey-costello soaps | Nancy Verde Barr | |
| 6894acc | Do you make pizza dough?" "Yes." "This is the same thing. Very easy." When the yeast was foamy, she added flour, olive oil, and salt and handed me a large wooden spoon. "Now you stir it hard until it comes together. Then we knead." She floured the counter and I stirred until the ingredients came together and then turned the dough mass out onto the flour. Rosa divided it in half and we each kneaded a piece until it was smooth. We shaped them.. | dough fillings ingredients italian-cooking | Nancy Verde Barr | |
| a6ca145 | We'll be in Parma, Bologna, Florence, Ravenna, and the hills of Chianti with our own 'Morning in America' chef, Casey Costello, who will cook in the kitchens with real Italians. We'll show you how true parmigiano-reggiano is made and see the fat pigs that give us Parma ham. You'll learn how to cook a Tuscan steak the size of a cow, make a real Bolognese sauce, pasta the Italian way"- she leaned forward and gave the camera a coquettish twink.. | italy sally-woods | Nancy Verde Barr | |
| af57b28 | She told the audience that they were going to make a fine old chestnut, Baked Alaska. "First you have to have a soft meringue, at just the perfect stage." The camera went in for a close-up of the meringue. "We have six egg whites, superfine sugar, and vanilla, with some cream of tartar to keep them stable. Are they ready, Danny?" "Not quite," he said and ran the machine for a few seconds. "There." He removed the bowl and held it out for Sal.. | blowtorch danny-o-shea dessert ingredients meringue sally-woods | Nancy Verde Barr | |
| af25dbc | He took a moment to regain his composure, but he got it right on the next take and finally began to make the Bolognese sauce. The pan on the stove had butter that we had already partially melted, and he poured in some olive oil. Then he stirred in the previously identified chopped vegetables, and after several minutes (which would later be edited out), the vegetables were translucent. When he added the finely chopped beef, Sally told the vi.. | improvisation ingredients italian-cooking sally-woods sauce | Nancy Verde Barr | |
| 53c34b3 | Sally was demonstrating trout mousse rolled inside salmon fillets and napped- such a nice word- with hollandaise sauce. She made the hollandaise on her hot plate and handed it to me to keep warm on our back-table hot plate. When I took the pan from her, smiling for the audience, I could see that it had curdled; little bits of hard yolk were visible up close. I wasn't exactly sure what to do about it. I certainly didn't want to point it out .. | curdled hollandaise improvisation replacement sally-woods | Nancy Verde Barr | |
| b7c7272 | Put on bibs, shake the lobster for the camera, tickle its swimmerets, remove and crack the claw, dip and eat. Cut open the stomach, taste tomalley and roe, remove body meat, dip, and eat. Suck and nibble on legs and tail flaps. | lobster-dinner | Nancy Verde Barr | |
| e8391ac | One platter held two fillets of salmon, each thinly sliced and surrounded by appropriate garnishes and small rounds of dark bread. The other platter had a lush assortment of appetizers. "Why, that's perfectly lovely," said Sally, who immediately had a brioche round swathed with foie gras on the way to her mouth. I attacked the salmon. Between chews, Sally managed to say, "Please thank him for us. I'm sure it's a sweatshop in the kitchen, bu.. | imported irish-cuisine salmon smoked-salmon | Nancy Verde Barr | |
| 43f4ad7 | Chef Danny O'Shea had truly outdone himself. In addition to the two types of salmon, and the foie gras brioches, of which Sally had just taken a second, there were artichoke bottoms filled with chervil-laced lobster, potato gaufrettes slathered with creme fraiche and topped with caviar, and wedges of hot fingerling potatoes coated with melted cheese and sprinkled with crumbled bacon. Carefully trimmed vegetable crudites garnished the platte.. | chef danny-o-shea irish-cuisine | Nancy Verde Barr | |
| 0efcfb7 | Gravy is what Italian-Americans call tomato sauce, the three-hour kind with enough meat to feed a small country. My mother makes a huge pot of it every Sunday. It isn't so much about cooking as it is about connecting with her heritage. She likes knowing that generations of her maternal ancestors spent their Sunday mornings stirring what they called 'ragu' in their own kitchens. Even when we ate Sunday dinners at Nonna's, my mother made her .. | italian-american italian-cuisine tomato-sauce | Nancy Verde Barr | |
| 51b8bf4 | My mother had just finished kneading a large mass of pasta dough and was patting it into a nice round ball before putting it aside to rest. That meant ravioli. We always began Sunday dinner with either ravioli or lasagne. The homemade pasta meant ravioli, because we buy the large sheets of dough for lasagne from Constantino's. Sitting on the stove, waiting for the oven to get up to temperature, was a roasting pan holding a large pork roast .. | ravioli roast | Nancy Verde Barr | |
| 3266a55 | Like the idea that there were aliens among us. That there always have been, I mean. I'd read about Elvis being an alien and Richard Nixon being an alien and Jimi Hendrix and Donald Fucking Trump being aliens. | Sean Platt | ||
| 754057d | bigotry practiced by those outside the race was harmful enough without bigotry being meted out by those within. | Beverly Jenkins | ||
| 38a5808 | Beauty can blind you." "But it shouldn't make you stupid." | Beverly Jenkins | ||
| 810dd06 | In setting down these recollections of my early years so far removed from their unfolding, I am fooled, as all are, by time itself. My parents, long gone from my world, live again. Memory, which so confounds our waking life with anticipation and regret, may well be our one true earthly consolation when time slips out of joint." Chapter 6, The Stolen Child by Keith Donohue "Assembled in a small circle, our faces glowed in the flickering ligh.. | book-reviews stolen-child | Keith Donohue |