#ran

Love is a great power, and such a strange power... ↗

— Sergei Lukyanenko

#power #strange #love

It was fascinating to watch her spin the tale. She’d adjusted her accent yet again, adding just a twitch of country. She looked up at him with just the right amount of girlish adoration. As if they were deeply in love and barely beginning to discover one another. He couldn’t help looking back with the same expression. He wasn’t dissembling. ↗

— Courtney Milan

#love

Though sleep was dearly needed, it was not welcomed, for even in sleep I was tormented. ↗

— Dave Moore

#frantic-search #god #holy-spirit #hope #jesus

You've got the wrong girl." "On the contrary..." the voice murmured, "I've got exactly the girl I want." Her body turned to ice. Her mind fought for calm. There were people only yards away, yet she was alone... "You're bleeding." Lips closed over hers. A kiss so passionate that time faded and stopped... so passionate, it sucked her breath away... Searing heat swept through her- pain and pleasure throbbing through her veins. With a helpless moan, she leaned into him and realized with a shock the kiss had ended. ↗

— Richie Tankersley Cusick

#fiction #obsessive-love #paranormal #richie-tankersley-cusick #the-unseen

The only time I've ever learned anything from a review was when John Lanchester wrote a piece in the Guardian about my second novel, The Heather Blazing. He said that, together with the previous novel, it represented a diptych about the aftermath of Irish independence. I simply hadn't known that – and I loved the grandeur of the word "diptych". I went around quite snooty for a few days, thinking: "I wrote a diptych." [Colm Tóibín, Novelist – Portrait of the Artist, The Guardian, 19 February 2013] ↗

— Colm Tóibín

#conceit #critique #diptychs #grandeur #novelists

Slade and sex went together. He was a walking aphrodisiac, from the top of his head, to the black boots on his feet. ↗

— Holly Hood

#love #paranormal-romance #love

I wanted to hear him disappoint me in that sexy domineering way he always did. ↗

— Holly Hood

#magic #paranormal-romance #witches #love

If during this time, or some other time we were separated, I wouldn't forget you. I'd recall how many years have passed knowing you. ↗

— Tomoko Yamashita

#love #remembrance #separation #love

After a long moment, the Countess sat back down. "So," she said. "You … do love her. I must say, you look peculiarly resigned to it." He shrugged. "It is not fresh news for me." "And for Emma?" "Neither welcomed nor openly acknowledged." "But acknowledged all the same, you believe." "Perhaps," he said. "I cannot know. Not anymore." -Delphinia, Lady Chad and Julian ↗

— Meredith Duran

#emma #julian #meredith-duran #love

If Fran Lebowitz and Ian Fleming had blessed the world with a love child it would have been author J. Fields Jr. ↗

— Edward Medina

#books #fran-lebowitz #humor #james-bond #love