#dal

I think I've just lost five pounds in fear sweat." Peabody mopped at her face. "Now I want a cannoli. I don't know why." With a laugh, Roarke shifted to grin at her. "I'll buy you a dozen, precious." "Cannolis, for God's sake. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#in-death-series #jd-robb #peabody #roarke #death

Eve, did you marry me for my money?" "You bet your ass. And you'd better hold on to it, or I'm history" "It's very sweet of you to say so. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#humor #roarke #death

You're still carrying Africa, but it's eroding at the edges. Great. We're destroying the Dark Continent. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#roarke #roarke-humor #death

That's a lot of vegetables. "It is, yes, and if you eat them like a good girl..." He lifted the silver lid on another plate, revealed a small pizza, with pepperoni arranged into a smiley face. She tried to give him a stony stare, but the laugh won out. "You think you're cute, don't you, pal?" "Adorable." "In this case, you can have adorable. Ow!" She managed the stony stare when he slapped her hand away from the pizza. "Vegetables first. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#roarke #roarke-humor #death

Whither thou goest, I will go; Where thou diest, will I die And there will I be buried: The Angel do so to me, and more also, If aught but death part thee and me. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#cassandra #clare #clockwork #herondale #jem

The moment his hand closed about the stone, light blazed from it again, raying out through his fingers. For the first time Tessa saw that he had a design on the back of his hand, drawn there as if in black ink. It looked like an open eye. "As for the temperature of Hell, Miss Gray," he said, "let me give you a piece of advice. The handsome young fellow who's trying to rescue you from a hideous fate it never wrong. Not even if he says the sky is purple and made of hedgehogs. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#william-herondale #design

Will smirked, clearly pleased at the effect he was having. "I've no idea. I lost consciousness about then. I was having a lovely dream about a young woman who had mislaid all her clothes... ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#will-herondale #dreams

She had always lived her best life in dreams. She knew no greater pleasure than that moment of passage into the other place, when her limbs grew warm and heavy and the sparkling darkness behind her lids became ordered and doors opened; when conscious thought grew owl's wings and talons and became other than conscious. ↗

— John Crowley

#doors #falling-asleep #sleep #sophie-dale-drinkwater #sparkling-darkness

Ayla, I looked for you all my life and didn't know I was looking. You are everything I ever wanted, everything I ever dreamed of in a woman, and more. You are a fascinating enigma, a paradox. You are totally honest, open; you hide nothing: yet you are the most mysterious woman I've ever met. ↗

— Jean M. Auel

#jondalar #love #dreams

A rolled-up newspaper landed on my head and then on Jim’s. “None of that in my house!” Oh my gods. The alpha of Clan Cat just got smacked with a rolled-up newspaper. “Mom!” She pointed at me with the newspaper. “Do not shame me.” I clamped my mouth shut. When she pulled out the shame card, it was all over. ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#humor #moms #dreams