#fever

There are two kinds of people in the world Ms. Lane: those who survive no matter the cost and those who are walking victims. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#darkfever #karen-marie-moning #mac #mac

Dubh is do?" I was incredulous. It was no wonder I hadn't been able to find the stupid word. "Should I be calling pubs poos?" "Dubh is Gaelic, Ms. Lane. Pub is not. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#darkfever #karen #mac #marie #moning

You choose what you can live with, and what you can't live without. ↗

— jericho barrons

#jericho-barrons #mac #mackayla-lane #mac

Unpredictable as a hungry lion, he might be feared by everyone else, but he never ripped out my throat, only licked me, and, if his tongue was a little rough sometimes, it was worth it to walk beside the king of the jungle. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#fever-series #mac #mac

It's best to let her go," he says. No, no, that's wrong. It's never right to give up on someone. ↗

— Lauren DeStefano

#fever #give-up #let-go #love #never

I should not have loved my daughter as I did. Not in this world in which nothing lives for long. You children are flies. You are roses. You multiply and die. ↗

— Lauren DeStefano

#fever #lauren-destefano #love

In the morning she found pieces of a bird chopped and scattered by the fan blood sprayed onto the mosquito net, its body leaving paths on the walls like red snails that drifted down in lumps. She could imagine the feathers while she had slept falling around her like slow rain. ↗

— Michael Ondaatje

#stylised-violence #survival #imagination

Barrons: "He got upset it wouldn't shut up and tore its head off." Mac: "The child?" I gasped ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#humor #paranormal-romance #humor

Oh ye of little faith. Not for IYD... But you didn't even try. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#dreamfever #mac #faith

One day you do meet a man who kisses you and you can’t breathe around it and you realize you don’t need air. Oxygen is trivial. Desire makes life happen. Makes it matter. Makes everything worth it. Desire is life. Hunger to see the next sunrise or sunset, to touch the one you love, to try again. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#life