#ka

In the existence of our lives, there is a single coincidence that brings us together and for a moment, our hearts beat as one. ↗

— Jessica Sorensen

#kayden #existence

Sadie, I can't intervene." He turned up his palms in frustration. "I told you when we first met, this isn't an actual physical body." "Shame," I mumbled. "What?" "Nothing. Go on. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#kane-chronicles #sadie #physics

Look at the time." I tipped my chin toward the clock. "It's past midnight. It's January second. You lost." For several moments he stared at the clock like it was an Arum he was about to blast into the next county and then his eyes found mine. Daemon smiled. "No. I didn't lose. I still won. ↗

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

#katy #sweet #sweet

Ambition is all very well, my lad, but you must cloak it. ↗

— Jonathan Stroud

#amulet-of-samarkand #bartimaeus-trilogy #jonathan-stroud #ambition

Drustan raked a hand through his hair and fumbled in the dark for the door. When it didn't budge, a part of him was unsurprised. Yet another part of him met the fact with a kind of glad resignation. She wanted battle? Battle she would get. It would be a pleasure to have it out with her finally. Once he'd ripped the door from the framing, he would exact vengeance upon her wee body with gleeful abandon. No more honorable I-won't-touch-you-because-I'm-betrothed. Nay he'd touch her. Any damn place and any damn way he wanted to. As many times as he wanted to. Until she begged and whimpered beneath him. She'd been trying to drive him mad? Well, he was giving in to it. He would act like the animal she made him feel like being. The hell with Anya, the hell with duty and honor, the hell with discipline. He needed to tup. Her. Now. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#gwen #karen-marie-moning #kiss-of-the-highlander #discipline

You know anything about investigative work?" "Sure. Annoy the people involved until the guilt party tries to make you go away. ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#ilona-andrews #investigative-work #kate #kate-daniels #magic-bites

I'd be smiling and chatting away, and my mind would be floating around somewhere else, like a balloon with a broken string. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#haruki-murakami #may-kasahara #the-wind-up-bird-chronicle #birds

She knew what it felt like to tremble like that before touching someone-desire so acute that it became despair. ↗

— Holly Black

#kaye #despair

Look at this one.” I picked up a small painting of a man with dark hair and a short, dark beard. He wore a loose shirt, cobalt blue, unbuttoned at the top, showing a prominent, knobby collarbone. He looked…complicated and hungry. She’d captured him focused intensely on a book, his face pressed against a wall like he was resting. Or waiting. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#artist #breakups #college #creativity #dating

Every once in a while she'll get worked up and cry like that. But that's ok. She's letting her feelings out. The scary thing is not being able to do that. Then your feelings build up and harden and die inside. That's when you're in big trouble. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#japan #murakami #norwegian-wook #japan