#nor

V settled back against the pillows and measured the hard line of her chin. "Take off your coat." "Excuse me?" "Take it off." "No." "I want it off." "Then I suggest you hold your breath. Won't affect me in the slightest, but at least the suffocation will help pass the time for you. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#fantasy #jane-witcomb #paranormal #paranormal-romance #vampires

When he kisses me again, the last part of me that could stand myself dies. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#faery #paranormal-romance #urban-fantasy #fantasy

How do you know when you're God?" "When I pray to him I find I am talking to myself. ↗

— Peter Barnes

#atheist #god #noremorse #comedy

He's like a drug for you, Bella." His voice was still gentle, not at all critical. "I see that you can't live without him now. It's too late. but I would have been healthier for you. Not a drug; I would have been the air, the sun." The corner of my mouth turned up in a wistful half-smile. "I used to think of you that way, you know. Like the sun. My personal sun. You balanced out the clouds nicely for me." He sighed. "The clouds I can handle. But I can't fight with an eclipse. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#balance

Killer skirt, deadly legs. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#nora #patch #dead

Eve is married to my credit card, not me ↗

— Poppet

#paranormal-urban-fantasy-romance #urban-fantasy

Our ignorance can be divided into problems and mysteries. When we face a problem, we may not know its solution, but we have insight, increasing knowledge, and an inkling of what we are looking for. When we face a mystery, however, we can only stare in wonder and bewilderment, not knowing what an explanation would even look like. ↗

— Noam Chomsky

#mysteries #problems #insight

So in the sweltering heat of a July night, I sang a Christmas carol to a room full of fae, who had been driven out of their homelands by Christians and their cold-iron swords. ↗

— Patricia Briggs

#urban-fantasy #christmas

She'll kill me if she finds you in here. Can you climb trees? Tell me you can climb a tree!" Patch grinned, "I can fly. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#becca-fitzpatrick #fly #hush #nora-grey #patch

The ever more sophisticated weapons piling up in the arsenals of the wealthiest and the mightiest can kill the illiterate, the ill, the poor and the hungry, but they cannot kill ignorance, illness, poverty or hunger. ↗

— Fidel Castro

#ignorance #illness #oppression #poverty #war