#lucia

Everyone has choices to make; no one has the right to take those choices away from us. Not even out of love.. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#love #lucian-greymark #luke-garroway #mortal-instruments #love

I was inclined to leave love unspoken. ↗

— Rachel Hartman

#seraphina #love

Sometimes the truth has difficulty breaching the city walls of our beliefs. A lie, dressed in the correct livery, passes through more easily. ↗

— Rachel Hartman

#belief

Fond and protective equals love? I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry. ↗

— Rachel Hartman

#romance #seraphina #equality

His nostrils flared then,and he lifted his head."Oh,God,Princess.Your scent.As much as I would love to see you work your cunt again,up close and personal this time,I must have you,taste you.Fuck,I want to drown in you,bury my face in your pussy and lap up every drop." ~Lucian Roman ↗

— Laura Wright

#love

Get off me you dirty turnip!" "Dirty turnip? well, pardon me Signor Cabbage-Head! ↗

— Elle Newmark

#funny #luciano #marco #funny

But grieving people are selfish. They won’t let you comfort them and they say you don’t understand and they make you feel useless when all your life you’ve been functional to them. ↗

— Melina Marchetta

#georgie #grieving #lucia #selfish #life

My guard will run you through if he catches you looking at my face," said Arianna. "I don't think so. I think it might be treason to kill a duke," said Luciano. "But you're not a duke," said Arianna. "I will be if you marry me," said Luciano. "Yes, you would be," said Arianna. "Would?" "If you are asking me." "I'm asking." "And if I accepted." "Do you?" "I do. With all my heart. ↗

— Mary Hoffman

#love #luciano #stravaganza #love

I thought you said that after this many years nothing should embarrass him?" Leigh said with gentle amusement. Lucian grunted. "I guess he's more sensitive than I thought." "I am NOT sensitive," Cale snapped, irritated by the very suggestion. "It's probably his mother's fault," Lucian said, ignoring him. "Martine named him after Caliope, the muse of poetry. Between that and his father dying when he was only fifty, he's probably suffered under Martine's namby-pamby influence. ↗

— Lynsay Sands

#leigh #lucian #poetry-quotes

What is it?” Leigh glanced up with uncertainty, then back to his groin with a sort of horrified fascination. “Well, um… is there something about immortals you haven’t told me?” “What? What do you mean?” he asked with bewilderment. Leigh shook her head, then leaned forward and said “Hello?” to his groin, only to stiffen again and jerk back as if it had hissed at her. “Are you talking to my penis?” Lucian asked with disbelief. “It talked to me first,” she said defensively, and frowned. “You didn’t mention this little skill.” Lucian decided she must be joking and laughed. “So, what did it say?” “It said, ‘Lucian? Lucian, are you there?’” He blinked. “Why would it say that?” “I don’t know. It’s your penis.” That’s when he recalled the cell phone in his pocket. A laugh bursting from his lips, Lucian reached in his pocket to retrieve the phone. ↗

— Lynsay Sands

#leigh #lucian #humor