#he

Somewhere in the center of my soul, a rusty chain began to unwind. It freed itself, link by link, from where it had rested, unobserved, waiting for him. My hands, which had been balled up and pressed against his chest, unfurled with it. The chain continued to drop, to an unfathomable depth where there was nothing but darkness and Matthew. At last it snapped to its full length, anchoring me to a vampire. Despite the manuscript, despite the fact that my hands contained enough voltage to run a microwave, and despite the photograph, as long as I was connected to him, I was safe. ↗

— Deborah Harkness

#matthew-clairmont #discovery

Since man cannot live without miracles, he will provide himself with miracles of his own making. He will believe in witchcraft and sorcery, even though he may otherwise be a heretic, an atheist, and a rebel. ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#miracles #superstition #witchcraft #atheist

And yes, I came over here fully intending to seduce you." He lifted his head and whispered in my ear, "It's what I'm good at. Just like you're good at evading demons and kicking ass." "Kicking ass?" I questioned as he dropped his head back to the arm of the couch. His hand was exploring again, and I didn't want to move. "Yeah," he said, and I jumped as he found a ticklish spot. "I like a woman who takes care of herself." "Not much of a white knight on a horse, huh?" He raised one eyebrow. "Oh, I could," he said. "But I'm a lazy son of a bitch. ↗

— Kim Harrison

#rachel #horses

Keep your heart clear And transparent, And you will Never be bound. A single disturbed thought Creates ten thousand distractions. ↗

— Ryokan

#honesty #meditation #thinking #thought #honesty

Good night, Lisa. Sleep with the angels." Her eyes stung from quick tears. It had been her mother's nightly benediction: Sleep with the angels. But then he added words her mother never had: "Then come back to earth and sleep with your devil, who would burn in hell for one night in your arms. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#karen-marie-moning #lisa #the-highlanders-touch #devil

What if I promise to make you a batch of brownies tomorrow?" she asked, deciding to use his love of baked goods against him. He snorted in disbelief as he got to his feet. "I'm not some whore you can buy with a pan of yummy baked goods, woman. How dare you insult me?" he said on a sniff as he folded his arms over his chest and did his best to look put out. "Fine," Haley said with a sigh. "What if I promise to make a big bowl of frosting tomorrow and let you lick it off me?" She had to bite back a smile as Jason shifted anxiously while he licked his lips and ran his eyes hungrily down her body. "Buttercream?" he croaked out. "Mmmmhmm," she said, walking over to him. She cupped the back of his head and gently tugged him down for a quick kiss. "And if you're good I might lick some off you," she said, loving the idea. "Get your own bowl of frosting. I don't share," he simply said, giving her one last kiss before walking out the door, whistling happily, no doubt thinking about the large bowl of frosting he was going to devour tomorrow. ↗

— R.L. Mathewson

#jason #playing-for-keeps #rl-mathewson #love

Die! --Gleeson Hedge ↗

— Rick Riordan

#lost-hero #heroes

Andy once clipped a magazine article about how black dogs are always the last to be adopted at shelters and, therefore, more likely to be put down. Which is totally Dog Racism, if you ask me. ↗

— Stephanie Perkins

#animals #black #dogs #racism #racism

wanting what you could not have led to misery and madness ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clockwork-prince #infernal-devices #madness #misery #tessa-gray

Ticket and passport. We're crossing the border." "Oh. Sorry." Dan handed the conductor his ticket. "Grazie." "De nada," Dan said. "That's Spanish," Amy whispered. "No, it's whatever," Dan said. "I'm too tired to think. ↗

— Jude Watson

#spanish