#normal

Normal is in the eye of the beholder. ↗

— Whoopi Goldberg

#eye #eye of the beholder #normal

Being famous is wicked. But it's better to be normal. ↗

— Rupert Grint

#being famous #better #famous #normal #wicked

Other people are only aspects of our own greater being. ↗

— Doug Dillon

#inspiration #paranormal #people #philosophy #spirituality

Returning my voice to a conversational level, I called back, “Nora, I’m not attempting to embarrass you or single you out. I know you’re capable. But stay behind Chas, okay? You die, you d i e permanently, and for various reasons that we’ve already gotten angsty about together, I don’t want that to happen.” “Okay, okay,” she sighed. “Angsty?” Chas asked. “Ooh! Later, details!” “Yes, later.” With that, I waved the team forward. ↗

— Lia Habel

#dystopian #fiction #lia-habel #paranormal #romance

How about that one? Is that a constellation?" I asked, pointing upward. We were down in the small valley where the truck was parked. Alex sat leaning against a rock; I was between his legs with my back against his chest, his arms around me as we stared up at the stars. "Yeah, that's the Seven Sisters, the Pleiades." He bent his head, and I caught my breath as his warm mouth nuzzled at my neck. I hadn't gotten even remotely used yet to how good it felt to be kissed by Alex. "It's so sexy how you know all of this," I said when I could speak again. "Yeah?" I heard the grin in his voice. "I know the summer constellations, too. Will that get me bonus kisses?" "I think it might, actually. ↗

— L.A. Weatherly

#sexy

I think we need to have a little talk, woman to skank. ↗

— Jeaniene Frost

#need

What the hell do you want from me?” “Spontaneous combustion. ↗

— Poppet

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

She tapped her chest. “No, I’m not a freak, okay, so could you stop pressuring me.” Rafael muttered something under his breath, throwing up his hands in surrender. “So what am I? What’s Karhl, Jayani, my brother, and all the BaSatai? Are we all freaks? Just because this human has some kind of fascination with labeling you, you believe in it. Be your own person, Armani, not what someone else says you are. ↗

— Suzan Battah

#romance #urban-fantasy-series #young-adult-urban-fantasy #urban-fantasy

Nick laughed and pet the Wangdoodle on the head. “Esperto, you silly boy,” he said to the Wangdoodle. “Usually, Esperto only transforms when I’m in danger,” Nick said to Elphaba. “But whenever he’s around Dymons, he loves to play along. Their transformations are to Esperto what a ball of yarn is to a kitten.” Esperto gave out a strange squeaking growl, which Elphaba figured was the Wangdoodle version of a purr. “What the hell is a Wangdoodle?” Elphaba whispered. “I haven’t a clue,” Nick laughed. ↗

— Abramelin Keldor

#paranormal #love

For I had loved Seid even in his darkest hours, even as he cursed me and we rode upon a fine line between ardor and abhorrence ↗

— Jennifer Silverwood

#paranormal-romance #sea #stay #love