The Dark Quotes
The man was married to a half-fae, half-human woman, a banshee, who'd' just delivered twins. It was a wonder his hair wasn't completely prematurely white.
Her was interested in the shadow herself - how her mind worked, what motivated her, her essence, how she came to be. It was a fascinating phenomenon.
People would have to learn to deal with old monsters again. Stay in their houses. Shutter their windows.
Cam himself, was faetouched. And the love of Cam's life, Ellie? She was all human, just in two parts - body and shadow.
You're a Scott, " the Dark said, his lips peeled back in displeasure, as if just saying the word was revolting."And you're Irish. I'm so glad we got that settled.
If you keep it, " Daneca says, "he'll have his claws in you."Everyone has their claws in me. Everyone.
Blindness is a choice born of fear, nursed by complacency and groomed by comfort. And what I often don’t see in my blindness is that 'choice' evidences the existence of other options.
When I read the ghastly lines of tragedy darkly penned into my life, I turn and notice that the pen in my hand is wet.
Goths do not hate the world. They just learned to accept the world that refuses to understand them.
If the US is a human melting pot, then Eastern Europe is a scrap yard.
...These guys totally agree that you're smokin' hot but think you're too young-""That means 'flat-chested'. Excuse me. I have to go somewhere and die of embarrassment
I would do most anything to make you happy, Howel, if you'd let me. I would become your servant, lay whatever you wanted at your feet.
Despite everything - your lies, your wounds, I cannot help but love you. I'm helpless against it.
Oh, it was 1775.” “What?” “1775. The Battle of Bunker Hill.” “Oh.” I laughed. “We learned about it the day we met, ” he added. “Another red-letter day in history.
Don’t be sorry. You could hurt me a thousand different ways and I’d love it every time.
It would be hilariously tragic if I avoided the rabids, avoided the sun, only to be fried to a crisp on a damn electric fence because I was too impatient.
Some sinister secret lay buried in the heart of the graveyard!
An eerie atmosphere leeched from the soot-damaged walls. It was as if the house had died, and yet she felt she belonged here. It was as if the old place wanted to claim her from the grave.
Everywhere on our planet one hand greases another. Often it's done with a bloated face, wearing a serpent's smile. M.Sullivan
This cat is looking at me with judgment.”“He’s not, ” said Jules. “That’s just his face.”“You look at me the same way, ” Mark said, glancing at Julian. “Judgy face.
It is not the fault of the stars that they shine brightly, but the fault of our eyes that they cannot handle light.
It's true. I've seen it when the crescent moon shone bright on a cold, dark night. The darker the night, the brighter God's smile.
There's something special about her. When she helped me with her touch-""Exactly what was she touching that was so memorable for you?""Watch your mouth.
Where's Kraven? Is he stalking me too?"His mouth went tight. "I'm not stalking you.
Are you following me?" He asked."Us?" I was the first to speak. "Um, maybe. Hi there. How are you tonight?"He looked at me like I might be a bit crazy.
You are a manipulator.I like to think of myself more as an outcome engineer.
The place is also big enough. We could all live there without killing each other." -Rhage"That depends more on your mouth than any floorplan." -Phury
Disappear Here.The syringe fills with blood.You're a beautiful boy and that's all that matters.Wonder if he's for sale.People are afraid to merge. To merge.
Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave -The water below is as dark as the grave, And maybe you'll sink in your little blue boat -It's hope, and hope only, that keeps us afloat
Holy men tell us life is a mystery.They embrace that concept happily.But some mysteries bite and barkand come to get you in the dark.
Because I'm a monster, like my father before me and his father before him, and so on. There is no help for me.
He stopped and leaned against a pole and looked up at the deaf and swollen sky. It was a movement of dark shapes, a hurrying, a running.He closed his eyes. ("Hunger")
I felt the human disease that is ignorance suddenly leave my body. Just like that. Like a hot, desperate piss after a long car ride.
Nevertheless, he had, on a certain star-lit evening, said wonderingly and quite reverently: "Deh moon looks like hell, don't it?
