#night

How did it get so late so soon? ↗

— Dr. Seuss

#december #flewn #june #late #night

My mama told me don't trust no white boy, even a pretty one. I'm thinkin' a pretty white boy with wings explodin' up from the ground in a mess of blood and ugly-ass bird things is double trouble." - Kramisha (Ch 5) ↗

— P.C. Cast

#hunted #kramisha #trust

You know what your problem is, Justina? You're in desperate need of a good shag. "Not that I'm offering you one myself, mind. My days as a whore ended back in the seventeen hundreds." The gin was abruptly sucked back into my lungs as I gasped. He did not just tell my mother about his former profession; sweet Jesus, let me have heard incorrectly! I hadn't, and Bones went right on. "... But I have a friend who owes me a favor and he could be persuaded to... Kitten, are you all right?" I'd stopped breathing as soon as he casually admitted to his prior occupation. Add that to the liquid stuck in my lungs, and no, I wasn't all right. ↗

— Jeaniene Frost

#night-huntress #one-foot-in-the-grave #jesus

We should go straight west. The prophecy said west." "Oh, like your tracking skills are better?" Thalia growled. Zoe stepped toward her. "You challenge my skills, you scullion? You know nothing of being a Hunter!" "Oh, scullion. You're calling me a scullion? What the heck is a scullion? ↗

— Rick Riordan

#zoe-nightshade #grace

Don't you think baby corns are scary? There's just something wrong about their midget bodies. ↗

— P.C. Cast

#zoey-redbird #wrong

The darker the night, the brighter the stars, The deeper the grief, the closer is God! ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#grief #night #crime

When the Deep Purple falls, Over sleepy garden walls, And the stars begin to flicker in the sky, Thru the mist of a memory You wander back to me, Breathing my name with a sigh. In the still of the night, Once again I hold you tight, Tho' you're gone, your love lives on When moonlight beams. And as long as my heart will beat Lover, we'll always meet Here in my Deep Purple dreams. ↗

— Rebecca Wells

#love #night #dreams

Talon glanced wistfully at his drink as he debated what should take priority. 'Coffee… Daimons… Coffee… Daimons… ↗

— Sherrilyn Kenyon

#night #coffee

It drains the bars and cafes after hours, concentrates the wicked and the guilty along its chipped Formica counter, and thrums with the gossip of criminals, policemen, shtarkers,and schlemiels, whores and night owls ... three or four floaters, solitaries, and drunks between benders lean against the sparkly resin counter, sucking the tea from their shtekelehs and working the calulations of their next big mistake. ↗

— Michael Chabon

#drunks #gossip #mistakes #night #police

Events That Haunt The Mind And Scar It With Nightmares Are Never What They Seem... ↗

— P.W. Creighton

#new-adult #nightfall #paranormal #paranormal-romance #paranormal-suspense