#ron

They seek him here, they seek him there Those Frenchies seek him everywhere Is he in heaven or is he in hell? That demned elusive Pimpernel ↗

— Emmuska Orczy

#scarlet-pimpernel #heaven

He strips his shirt over his head and I catch my breath, watching those long hard muscles ripple. I know how his shoulders look, bunched, when he's on top of me, how his face gets tight with lust, as he eases inside me. "Who am I?" "Jericho" "Who are you?" He kicks off his boots, steps out of his pants. He's commando tonight. My breath whooshes out of me in a run-on word: "Whogivesafuck? ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#mac #shadowfever #lust

She stared at the castle unflinchingly, her form silhouetted against the blazing brightness that sat on the edge of the Avery River. Clouds gathered above them and she raised her head. Through a clearing in the swirling mass, a cluster of stars could be seen. He couldn't help thinking that they gazed down at her... The image haunted his dreams throughout the night: a lovely girl gazing at the stars, and the stars who gazed back ↗

— Sarah J. Maas

#chaol-westfall #sarah-j-maas #throne-of-glass #dreams

Women have been repeating the same mistake since time began: falling for a man’s potential. We rarely see it the same way, and even more rarely care to achieve it. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#potential

He wasn't handsome. That was too calm a word. He was intensely masculine. He was sexual. He attracted. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#darkfever #sexuality

Will: 'Singing the praises of our fair city? We treat you well here, don't we, James? I doubt I'd have that kind of luck in Shanghai. What do you call us there again?' Jem: 'Yang guizi ... foreign devils. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#chinese #colonialism #foreign #foreign-devils #invasion

For a bookworm like Mother, a Brontë novel sister was better than a biological one. ↗

— Eileen Favorite

#brontës #biology

We have to save the world," I reminded him. He reached for me. "The world can wait. I can't. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#mac #mac

–Entonces estás muriendo por amor, –dijo Will finalmente, su voz sonaba estrangulada a sus propios oídos. –Muriendo un poco más rápido por amor. Y hay cosas peores por las que morir. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#spanish #will-herondale #spanish

You don't think I regret what I did, every single day? You lost Ariella, but I lost you both! Believe it or not, I was kind of a mess too, Ash. It got to a point where I actually looked forward to our random duels, because that was the only time I could talk to you. When you were freaking trying to kill me! ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#random