#blake

I try to be a good cop. I try to be a good little soldier and follow orders up to a point. But in the end I’m not really a cop, or a soldier. I am a legally sanctioned murderer. I am the Executioner. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#fiction #supernatural #urban-fantasy #vampire #supernatural

I know you loved her, but it's okay to let it go now. You know that, don't you? You've got to be able to let it go. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#let-go #move-on #love

All men love to talk about themselves, even the ones who are completely buggers. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#chimera #love

I spent the next fifteen minutes convincing a crying werewolf that I wasn’t going to hurt her. My life was getting too strange, even for me. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#humor #humor

Love mattered, in the end. A house without love would always fall, maybe not today or tomorrow, but in the end without love nothing could endure. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#love #vampire-hunter #love

I laid my hand on top of theirs, and all I could think was, Is this how revolutions begin? Not with a proclamation or a riot, but with a few people in a room somewhere with their hands clasped and a purpose. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#revolution

In chains and darkness, wherefore should I stay, And mourn in prison, while I keep the key. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#riquiem #mourning

Lately, when I didn't have room to bitch, I didn't. Maturity, at last. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#maturity #skin-trade #maturity

After soft kisses, they pressed their hands together palm to palm. The tingling scattered all over Livia's body, warming her. "Do you feel that?" she whispered with a smile. His lips moved in his silent count. Blake wrapped his fingers around her hand. She copied the movement. Their hands together now resembled a heart-not a cartoon rendering of the shape, but a real human heart. He touched her lips with his and murmured, "I've been feeling it since you first smiled at me. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#debra-anastasia #homeless #love #poughkeepsie #love

Jason patted me on the back. “Tomorrow night we'll take you out chasing deer.” “I thought you'd chase cars,” I said. He grinned. “What fun is that? Cars don't bleed. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#werewolf-humor #humor