#adult

The wind and the sea and the storm were his domain and I wanted nothing to do with them any longer. I just wanted Cain. ↗

— Jennifer Silverwood

#fantasy-romance #mythical-romance #new-adult-romance #paranormal-romance #new-adult

Events That Haunt The Mind And Scar It With Nightmares Are Never What They Seem... ↗

— P.W. Creighton

#new-adult #nightfall #paranormal #paranormal-romance #paranormal-suspense

Do I make you nervous?" he said teasingly. ↗

— S.G. Holster

#new #paranormal-series #young-adult #new-adult

And it's always better, isn't it, when you discover answers on your own? ↗

— Veronica Rossi

#guidance #inspirational #young-adult #inspirational

You know who you are you just have to believe it. ↗

— Elizabeth Scott

#fiction #finding-yourself #life #young-adult #life

I don't think that science and the paranormal have to be at war; in fact, it's crucial that they work together. It seems naïve to believe that the world is exactly as it seems. ↗

— Chelsie Shakespeare

#desire #dreams #love #meant-to-be #past-lives

If everybody was so reverent of the institute of marriage, how did all the adultery get committed? ↗

— Zoë Heller

#marriage #marriage

Each of the dancers took a partner, the living with the dead, each to each. Bod reached out his hand and found himself touching fingers with, and gazing into the grey eyes of, the lady in the cobweb dress. She smiled at him. “Hello, Bod,” she said. “Hello,” he said, as he danced with her. “I don’t know your name.” “Names aren’t really important,” she said. “I love your horse. He’s so big! I never knew horses could be that big.” “He is gentle enough to bear the mightiest of you away on his broad back, and strong enough for the smallest of you as well.” “Can I ride him?” asked Bod. “One day,” she told him, and her cobweb skirts shimmered. “One day. Everybody does.” “Promise?” I promise. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#fantasy #young-adult #death

One egg, one embryo, one adult - normality. But a bokanovskified egg will bud, will proliferate, will divide. From eight to ninety-six buds, and every bud will grow into a perfectly formed embryo, and every embryo into a full-sized adult. Making ninety-six human beings grow where one grew before. Progress. ↗

— Aldous Huxley

#brave-new-world #new-adult

From DW: I got it. “Here's the thing,” I said. "I'm not going to be the government's bitch. ↗

— Tamara Rose Blodgett

#paranormal #paranormal-romance #sci-fi #supernatural #suspense