B.L. Brooklyn Quotes

Ill lose myself in the pain. It might not make sense. But it works.

After Lucca died, everything shut down. I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't talk. Somehow they got me on the plane and back home.

Who hasn't walked through a life of small tragedies?

There is no home without you.

I need you more than I need the sunshine.

Bethany Mead cringed against the stone wall of her cell. Greeves was guarding the female ward this night. She hated Greeves…

You knew I would find you and you knew what I'd do when I did." -Cort (The Carver's Problem)

Francie, huddled with other children of her kind, learned more that first day than she realized. She learned of the class system of a great Democracy.

Te amo, Querida, " he whispered, stroking her hair. "Tu eres mi luz en la oscuridad." I love you. You are my light in the darkness.

I need to go hunting now, " he rasped. Before I tear off your clothes and plunge my c*** and my fangs inside you.

Rafael possessed unfathomable strength. His speed defied the laws of nature...and his bite, good God, his bite. How could something so macabre feel so pleasurable?

It may be small comfort, but I believe Rafe doesn't want to kill you." A light laugh escaped her lips. "Actually, that is a substantial comfort.

Rafe pulled Cassandra into his arms. "At first, I wanted my arm back to feel whole again and to not appear weak before my enemies. Now I only want it to hold you.

Rafe tugged her closer before she could trip over a gravestone. "Damn it, woman. Devil take your wagon! You fail to grasp the severity of this situation.

I know now that what is tragic isn’t the moment. It is the memory.

She thought it was strange that the mere sensation of savouring the prospect of something could make her think for a while that is must be the prospect of home.

Maybe this is how it happened first for everyone —adults promising us their own failed future.

And years from now, you may not remember exactly what you ate.But you’ll remember who you ate with.

I know. You can be fine, and then, out of nowhere, a memory blindsides you.

When he opens the door, I step in and an army of memories comes at me from all sides.

They were all slender, frail creatures with wondering Wes and soft fluttery voices. But they were all made out of thin invisible steel.