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I can keep a perfectly good eye on Simon, thank you. He's my neophyte Downworlder to mock and boss around, not yours. ↗
#jace-lightwood #jordan-kyle #simon-lewis #city-of-fallen-angels
I was in Cancun, Mexico, sitting in a disappearing-edge swimming pool, on a bar stool that was actually under the water, watching palm trees sway in a sultry breeze against the unmistakable aqua splendor of the Caribbean Sea; drinking coconut, lime, and tequila from a scooped-out pineapple, with salt spray of breaking surf and sun kissing my skin. Translation: I'd died and gone to heaven. ↗
I’m leaving.” Her cold lips barely moved as she mouthed the words. Horror fisted around his vitals. “No.” For the first time she met his eyes. Hers were red-rimmed but dry. “I have to leave, Simon.” “No.” He was a little boy denied a sweet. He felt like falling down and screaming. “Let me go.” “I can’t let you go.” He half laughed here in the too-bright, cold London sun before his own house. “I’ll die if I do.” She closed her eyes. “No, you won’t. I can’t stay and watch you tear yourself apart.” “Lucy.” “Let me go, Simon. Please.” She opened her eyes, and he saw infinite pain in her gaze. Had he done this to his angel? Oh, God. He unclasped his hands. ↗
#lucy #simondabomb #the-serpent-prince #the-sun-watches-the-sun
You’d rather be fighting in the Moon Wars?” “Hell, at least that’s action,” he grumbled, rolling his muscular shoulders. He glanced over the quiet control panels then slanted a sly look at her out of the corner of his blue eyes. “All kinds of action. Women who won’t turn down a god like me.” Samantha rolled her eyes again and turned to secure the gear locker. “Pardon me while I vomit. ↗
Gabrielle chuckled, her dark eyes twinkling. “So he’s been after you, has he? Poor Etta, pursued by a sun priest offering to pleasure—” “Every nook and cranny,” Marietta interrupted dryly and Gabrielle tipped her head back with a throaty laugh. -The Lover's Gift Regained ↗
An older, inebriated Scot who looked like he'd been sitting on his barstool all day looked me up and down, then smelled the air. "Heh, neebr, goat a deid an'mal in yer bac'pac, or iz it ye tha' bloody stinks?" My brain took a moment to translate. "Actually, yes, there is a dead animal in my backpack, but I probably stink, too. ↗
#loch #sci-fi #steve-alten #sci-fi
Пока Сакаи летал к чужакам, он успел привести свой отсек модуля в «жилой» вид — то есть развесить по стенам черно-белые голограммы изъязвленных кратерами каменных пустынь, инопланетных болот и джунглей, разрушенных городов и просто затянутого дымами горизонта. Большинство незнакомых с Винни людей эта «готическая панорама» вгоняла в депрессию с первого же взгляда в отличие от самого пилота, любившего под настроение полюбоваться «местами, где я не погиб». ↗
Your hair is like butterflies,” Sebastian said, giggling like a child. “That’s nice,” Firen said impatiently. “Keep moving.” “Fantastic. I always like my days better with a touch of insanity,” Gabriella quipped. ↗
#fantasy #fiction #humor #paranormal-fantasy #paranormal-romance
I’ll stab him,” offers Jaden as she makes a stabbing motion. “You expect me to play along?” Rob scoffs, gripping his arm protectively. “Pretty much,” replies Landon earnestly. “You’re serious?” “As a heart attack.” “No,” argues Rob. “I’m not going to let Jaden—or anyone else—skewer me.” He’s greeted with an amused silence. “Bleedin’ crime is what it is,” he mutters. “Why can’t someone else go all noble sacrifice-y? It’s because I’m English, ain’t it? ↗
