#mer

Mine. He was mine, and not even death would take him from me—not if I could help it. ↗

— Patricia Briggs

#death

So here I was expecting at the very best a cordial welcome from the girls who were prepared to fight me to the death for someone I didn’t want. Instead I was embraced ↗

— Kiera Cass

#death

Have I missed a national holiday? There must be celebrations in the streets for you to be home at this hour of the day." "I'm calling it Summerset Goes Mute Day. The city's gone mad with joy. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#humour #summerset #death

Call no man happy, said Shadow, until he is dead ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#death #happiness #death

I always want you, Jules. Even when I hated you, even when I wished I’d never see your face again, I still lost my mind thinking all the things I’d do to you, if you came back.” His voice breaks. When he speaks again, it’s with a rough, ragged tone, like he’s forcing the words out. “I’ll always want you, Juliet. It’ll be the fucking death of me, but I won’t ever stop. ↗

— Melody Grace

#death

I have always regarded as a stroke of good fortune that I was not born or brought up in a small American town; they may be the backbone of the nation, but they are also the backbone of ignorance, bigotry, and boredom, all in vast quantities. ↗

— Gore Vidal

#americans #ignorance #society #death

Lord help my poor soul. ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

#forgiveness #lord #mercy #soul #death

Summerset, don't you ever sleep?" "It's Lieutenant Dallas. She's--" Roarke dropped his briefcase, grabbed Summerset by the lapels. "Has she been hurt? Where is she?" "A nightmare. She was screaming." Summerset lost his usual composure and dragged a hand over his hair. "She won't cooperate. I was about to call your doctor. I left her in her private suite." As Roarke pushed him aside, Summerset grabbed his arm. "Roarke, you should have told me what had been done to her." Roarke merely shook his head and kept going. "I'll take care of her. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#roarke #summerset #death

If Cape wasn't your last name, what was your real one?" I asked, deathly curious now. "Ahhhh," he complained. "Pincas Huckleburr. ↗

— Tamora Pierce

#farmer-cape #mastiff #tamora-pierce #death

Trust me," Cameron cut in, "there ain't a thing wrong with those two unless you count the unusual and exquisite length of their legs. Brooklyn turned a tight-lipped smile on him. "Thanks so much for that penis-driven observation. ↗

— Darynda Jones

#cameron #death-and-girl-next-door #death