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The only thing I'm addicted to right now is winning.

She was Daenerys Stormborn, the Unburnt, Khaleesi and queen, Mother of Dragons, slayer of warlocks, breaker of chains, and there was no one in the world that she could trust.

Tis the night - the night Of the grave's delight, And the warlocks are at their play; Ye think that without The wild winds shout, But no, it is they - it is they.

At present, I myself do not know of any local witches or warlocks, but there are several people who seem to have an uncanny power over food.

We're Vatican assassins. How complicated can it be?

[Will Herondale] would say he knew a warlock who was a better friend, and more worth trusting, than many a nephilim warrior.

OR am I the only warlock you know?" "No... but you are the only warlock we know who happens to dating a friend of ours.

Would you like to meet him? I could summon him up in a trice of you like. Being a warlock, and all.

Alec's trying to get Magnus to take him seriously, but he's never told our parents about Magnus, or even that he likes, you know -" "Warlocks ?" Simon said.

Cupid had struck his heart to the core but had forgotten to put even a mere scratch on his beloved's.

Are ya tryin' to kill me, Maggie?" Declan bit the words out and his fingers dug deeper into her hips. "Are ya wantin' to see a grown man beg?

Me father always said if ya can find a lass who's brilliant in the kitchen and in the bed ya best not let her go.

You might be a fairy tale leprechaun man but at the heart of it you're still a man who won't talk about anything.

Scaoileadh Me.... 'Release me.' That was what he said. No doubt about it. It was in Gaelic, but that was what the voice said. Holy. Crap.

I'll not be lyin' if I tell ya that I fancy ya a bit myself." "The fancy feelings are mutual." A grin curved her lips right before Declan pressed a kiss to them.

Of course ya love me. I'm very loveable.

Maggie had a sinking suspicion that those stories her Aunt Lizzie told her, the ones that sent her to bed with her head full of leprechauns and fairies, may be more than fairytales after all.

Can I ask you something?" He placed the chain around her neck. She nodded. "Have you ever wanted something really badly that you know you shouldn't have, yet you can't stop yourself from wanting it?

He gave a nod. "My future lies in your hands." "Not your future, Gerard, but the path leading to it, " she suggested.

Destiny is as it is. Nothing can change it. Accept it before it ruins you.

Her heart and soul had already spoken. They wouldn’t let Lucas go.

I don't want to move out of bed." "I don't want to move out of bed either. Let's live here.

For ya, love, I will be anything ya want... even a potato.

Ya smell like honey, " he said. "I'm allergic to bees, " she whispered. "I'll do my best not to sting ya, love.

He took her hand from her head and held it in his. "Your beauty could make a rose blush." "Are you... drunk?

Is he all right?" Jane asked. "Oh, sure, probably losing a fight against a squirrel, " Angus said. "Or his shadow...

... You make me feel as if I am a bird soaring in the sky. When you are not with me, I am bound to the ground." He touched her soft cheek. "I want you to marry me, Ruby. Will you?

I've been thinking of installing a train in my house. It could bring me shrimp crackers from the kitchen.

It was quite apparent that he'd been bestowed all the charms of any handsomely clad rake. A demeanor to match, Ruby thought.

He gave a nod. "My future lies in your hands." "Not your future, Gerard, but the path leading to it, " she suggested

He rolled his neck, as if to relieve the stress of his shoulders. "Your body is encased in a strong spell. It will not open up to me, " he said in frustration. "Who guards you?

To be your companion.""Companion?" He said the word as if he were spitting a bad taste from his mouth. "I am a killer. A monster! Can you not see that?

The boy continued with a desperate note. "You may have saved my life, but it is not my life any longer, it is yours.

There he was, her confidant—strong, solid, and unbending.

The dream came again—three times in three nights and always at the first of the year.