#team

Just roll me in fairy dust and call me a unicorn. ↗

— Lita Burke

#fairy #humor #steampunk #unicorn #wizard

We learned the seven traditional ways to make words unclear." "Seven? That many? Which was the most effective?" "Poor grammar skills. ↗

— Lita Burke

#fantasy #humor #magic #quest #steampunk

A clockwork heart can't replace the real thing. ↗

— Dru Pagliassotti

#love #steampunk #love

Even our recreation was scheduled. There was no time to look for birds or wander into the nearby woods. We were put into teams and sent into violent pursuit of a helpless ball. ↗

— Gloria Whelan

#imagination #organized-sports #play #recreation #sports

Then Octavia drops to her knees, rubs the hem of a skirt against her cheek, and burst into tears. "It's been so long," she gasps, "since I've seen anything pretty. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#gale #hunger-games #katniss #octavia #peeta

Well, look what the scamp has dragged home with her. Pirates, henchmen and naughty, naughty men—" A soft whack noise was followed by a startled squawk, as a tea towel hit Nessy in the face. She pulled the cloth down, shooting daggers at her lifetime companion. "What was that for?" Nan tapped her chin. "You're drooling dear, might want to mop up a bit. ↗

— A.W. Exley

#home

Teamwork was more accepted 40 years ago. ↗

— Ken Olsen

#ago #more #teamwork #years

Other crack teams get bat boomerangs and wall-climbing powers; we get Aquatruck. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#funny #team #truck #funny

They were all machines, he thought, just like La Mettrie had said in L'Homme Machine all those years ago. So he, Orphan, was a machine of flesh and blood, and Lucy, now, was made of something else, more complex perhaps- but they were the same and... They were in love. Sometimes that was enough. ↗

— Lavie Tidhar

#machines #steampunk #love

I fall against the wall with her, smothering her mouth with mine in an assault of lust, love, kisses. I want it all over her. To fill her with what I feel inside of me. A star? A wish? I wish we weren’t in the damn hallway of the store. I wish this were my bed and I could go slower. I wish time could cease and this moment could go on forever. I wish I could appreciate all of the sounds I’m regrettably swallowing down to keep us a secret. Her whispered pleas for more. More. I wish I had more. ↗

— Pella Grace

#steamy-romance #love