Paranormal Fantasy Quotes
Paranormal Fantasy Quote of the day
All it takes is one small voice to make a difference." Thread
Remember when being a villain was all about wild nights and brawls in the street?
In Dominion they have a saying about the Lasters. Those who can, Splice. Everyone else comes in Last.
I realized that the whole time I was holding this beautiful stranger in my arms, feeding on her, it felt like I was betraying Sofia.
I suppose he could be the mole, ” Shannon said. “What with his being completely insane and all.
I didn't panic until my chest collapsed and I couldn't breathe. I gasped until I no longer had a throat to do it with. I didn't feel like I was holding my breath - it was more like I had no lungs.
What if all religiouns were stories, and all stories were true?
No one is nothing. Everyone has a place and a purpose. Some choose their purpose and others have it thrust upon them but no one is useless. Everyone is someone. The world has use for us all.
Shit. Shit. Shit. He’d known he couldn’t save her. He’d known he was too far away. Knowing didn’t prevent the bare-knuckled punch to his heart, though.
He who writes is the martyr, seen through the eyes of the unassuming doll.
This woman was consuming him, bit by bit. She was becoming the reason and the reward of his existence, and if he did not shield himself, everything he did not have to give would belong to her.
No amount of speed could break me of this darkness... The sorrow is ever clinging to me.
Rough palms cradled my face while my fingers gripped the pillow on either side of his. Lips, teeth, tongue, mingled together. I ate him up and didn’t let go until I had to come up for air.
He’d used the amulet to read my thoughts again. I pictured smacking him in the face.
I caught his hand. “What do you want me to do?”Leaning down, he kissed the pulse beating on my neck just above the damaged skin. “Tomorrow, I need you to die.
Vane’s lips tightened to suppress a smile. “Why so hostile, love?”“You whacked me on the head with a ball!”“You deserved it.
Vane grabbed me. “DuLac, let’s chat.” British-speak for “Stand still while I yell at you.
Do you think we can be friends?” I asked.He stared up at the ceiling. “Probably not, but we can pretend.
