#fan

Hoga Gothyelk no longer felt anger, not truly -- only varieties of sorrow. ↗

— R. Scott Bakker

#insight #anger

Assassination is an art, milord, and I am the city’s most accomplished artist - Durzo Blint ↗

— Brent Weeks

#fantasy #art

Imagination doesn't always make you long for what you cannot have, but rather thrive in what you do not have. ↗

— Criss Jami

#brain #cognition #content #contentment #creativity

Sorry, I got hung up or I’d have been here earlier. I made sure I made it for closing, though. I didn’t want the streets to suffer if you walked alone.” A glance at him showed his lips twitching. Humor, a new facet to my knight in leather armor; one I liked, given my oftentimes sarcastic attitude towards life. He wore the same leather duster of the previous evening, and, once again, I enviously admired it. Unable to resist, I reached out a hand and stroked its supple surface, feeling a thrill that my hand strayed so close to his actual body. “It’s so soft,” I murmured. “Not for long, if you keep stroking it,” he drawled. ↗

— Eve Langlais

#urban-fantasy-romance #attitude

there are people all over the world who carry the mermaid inside them, that otherworldly beauty and longing and desire that made her reach for heaven when she lived in the darkness of the sea. ↗

— Carolyn Turgeon

#beauty

He could totally be your boyfriend," [Angel] went on with annoying persistance. "You guys could get married. I could be like a junior bridesmaid. Total could be your flower dog." "I'm only a kid!" I shrieked. "I can't get married!" "You could in New Hampshire." My mouth dropped open. How does she know this stuff? "Forget it! No one's getting married!" I hissed. "Not in New Hampshire or anywhere else! Not in a box, not with a fox! Now go to sleep, before I kill you! ↗

— James Patterson

#fang #humor #love #marriage #max

But in the end, black can never be white, one plus one must always equal two, and Mara Lynn was a normal little girl. ↗

— Jake Vander Ark

#fantasy #fiction #logic #paranormal-romance #young-love

Then I wondered, what if? What if he kissed me? What if he told me I was beautiful? What if he told me he loved me? What would I say in return? ↗

— Markelle Grabo

#elves #fantasy #love #speaking #what-if

I realized that the whole time I was holding this beautiful stranger in my arms, feeding on her, it felt like I was betraying Sofia. ↗

— Bella Forrest

#vampire-romance #vampires #young-adult #young-adult-romance #beauty

A face stared up at her from the mirror beside her hand. Was that really what she looked like? Was that really what she looked like, all sharp lines and huge silver-grey eyes? Certainly, no one would ever call those features beautiful, Jame thought ruefully; but were they really enough like a boy's to have fooled that old man the alley? Well, maybe with that long black hair out of sight under a cap. It was a very young face and a defiant one, she thought with a odd sense of detachment, but frightened, too. And those extraordinary eyes... what memories lived in them that she could not share? Stranger, where have you been she asked silently. What have you seen? The thin lips locked in their secrets. "Ahhh!" Jame said in sudden disgust, tossing away the mirror. Fool, to be obsessed with a past she couldn't even remember. But it was all behind her now. ↗

— P.C. Hodgell

#appearance #fantasy #kencyrath #looking-glass #looks