#irs

Normally I’d run off in the other direction when faced with a man wearing what were essentially pyjamas to work, but this time... well, they matched my boxers. ↗

— Josephine Myles

#love-at-first-sight #random #funny

Reading is fuel for the brain. Writing is fuel for the spirit... ↗

— Megan S. Johnston

#fiction-writing #first-in-series #new-author #paranormal-romance-series #paranormal-series

I could take back those moments that snatched you away from me or maybe just wipe away those ten minutes when you came to me for the first time and I looked into your eyes to realise what love is. ↗

— Faraaz Kazi

#love #true-love #love

Nick? Have you ever…” ”No.” He lifted his head again, studied me. “I’ve thought about it, but it never seemed right.” The idea of him making love to anyone else sent a shaft of pain straight through my middle. “You better wait on me, damn it.” ”I don’t think I have much choice.” He brushed my hair back. “You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted, Alix, the only one I’ll ever want. That’s a promise. ↗

— Katherine Allred

#katherine-allred #love #sex #the-sweet-gum-tree #love

Before the first before and after the last after, there is night waiting. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#before #books #dejan-stojanovic #first #literature

Will’s eyes met Tessa’s as she came closer, almost tripping again over the torn hem of her gown. For a moment, they were in perfect understanding. Jem was what they could still look each other straight in the eye about. On the topic of Jem, they were both fierce and unyielding. Tessa saw Will’s hand tighten on Jem’s sleeve. “She’s here,” he said. Jem’s eyes opened slowly. Tessa fought to keep the look of shock from her face. His pupils were blown out, his irises a thin ring of silver around the black. “Ni shou shang le ma, quin ai de?” he whispered. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#tessa-gray #will-herondale #will-herondale

Goodness," Tessa said to the back of his neck. "If you keep seeing Six-Fingered Nigel like this, he'll expect you to declare your intentions. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jem-carstairs #tessa-gray #will-herondale #will-herondale

You cannot reduce the situation to worm jokes, Will. This is Gabriel and Gideon’s father we’re discussing.” “We’re not just discussing him; we’re chasing him through an ornamental sculpture garden because he’s turned into a worm. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#will-herondale #will-herondale

Jem spoke with enormous care; talking to Will about anything personal was like trying not to startle away a wild animal. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#on-the-bridge #will-herondale #will-herondale

You can’t just come out and say what you have to say. That’s what people do on airplanes, when a man plops down next to you in the aisle seat of your flight to New York, spills peanuts all over the place (back when the cheapskate airlines at least gave you peanuts), and tells you about what his boss did to him the day before. You know how your eyes glaze over when you hear a story like that? That’s because of the way he’s telling his story. You need a good way to tell your story. ↗

— Adair Lara

#writing-advice #writing-craft #writing-craft