“Oh gods! My eyes!" Connor covered his face. "My innocence!"
"Shut up, Connor," I said, both relieved and disappointed by the interruption.”
“Love wasn't forged by circumstance or changed by sorrow. It simply was. Fierce and free as the wolf within me.”
“One of you, two of them. Love's a bitch.”
“Ren," I whispered. "I want-"
And then I was leaning over him, my cropped hair brushing against his cheeks as I bent to kiss him. Our lips met and I felt like I was diving into oblivion. The kiss grew deep, inmediate and hungry. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, molding my body against his.”
“I growled and then slapped him.
"Hey!" His hand pressed to his cheek.
"You always say that when I slap you," I said.
"I think it's a problem that you know what I say when you slap me," he said. "That's not the kind of intimacy I'm looking for.”
“Real love, even in moments, is worth more than any of us can say.”
“Our kisses were so full of need, so long, so fierce that I could hardly gasp for breath.
(Calla and Ren)”
“I've always welcomed war, but when the last battle ends, what life is left for a warrior?”
“Adne walked over to Connor, stretched up on her tiptoes, and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. "You're a good man after all."
She smiled sadly, beginning to turn away, but Connor slid his arms around her waist, lifting her off her feet. The kiss he crushed onto her mouth was anything but chaste and lasted so long that soon we all turned away, blushing.
When he finally set her down, his voice was thick. "I give up. I love you, Adne. I am crazy in love with you.”
“I'm too honest to be positive.”
“Silas?" I glanced from Ren to the mad-haired scholar. "He was your company?"
"Still jealous?" Ren winked at me.
"I was not jealous," I said.
"Really?" Ren said. "So that harpy-ish tone was your normal speaking voice?”
“Why couldn't I have puppy love? I only seem to have "I can't decide if I want to rip your throat out or kiss you" love. Ugh.”
“Hang on .... Do you smell that?"
"Yeah ... shit," Nev snarled, glancing at the thick jungle that surrounded us.
"You smell shit?" Ethan asked. "Thanks for sharing."
"No," Nev said. "We smell cats.”
“I love you.
But he was gone.”
“He had to clear his throat before he could say, “You know, I always thought it would be cool to have a kid sister.”
“Be careful what you wish for.” Adne looked up at him and grinned. “I'm kind of a brat.”
I couldn't help myself. “She's not kidding.”
“Thanks, Lily.” Adne glared at me, but she was laughing too. “What do you say we continue trading insults where we're less likely to be in mortal peril?”
“She calls you Lily?” Ren was gazing at her, astonished.
I groaned. “She does.”
“Great minds.” He flashed a wicked smile at me before winking at her.”
“A growl rumbled behind us. "Could you not touch her?" Ren didn't make it sound like a question. "Bite me," Shay snarled. "Stop it. Both of you.”
“I turned to Ren, dropping my head low to honor the fallen alpha. The circled wolves did the same. I lifted my muzzle first, my howl singing out the pain of Ren's death, mourning him. One by one my packmates joined the song. Our howls filled the library, spilling into the winter night. The death song grew as the wolves still outside raised their voices to honor the lost young warrior. The chorus of wolf cries, full of heartache, swelled in the night, carrying Ren's memory to the very stars.”
“Besides, tourists go out there all the time. The volcano can't be that dangerous."
"I'm guessing the tourists aren't trying to steal a forbidden object out from under the noses of evil witches."
"Not unless they've paid for the deluxe package".”
“All I am is less than I was. And I can't ever be more”
“Oh God's! My eyes!" Connor covered his face. "My innocence!"
"Shut up Connor!”
“Sabine stood up, satisfied that her friends were safe and content. When she moved, Calla lifted her head. Her eyes focused in Sabine's direction. Despite the distance between them, Sabine Could have sworn Calla was looking right at her.
The white wolf's ears flicked back and forth. She lifted her muzzle and howled. The sound filled Sabine with a mixture of sweetness and sorrow. The other wolves joined the song, their familiar voices blending in the winter air. Sabine watched them from another minute, then she turned and walked back to Ethan.
"Everything okay?" he asked.
She handed him the binoculars.
"They're happy. So I'm happy." ... She turned, listening to the song carried on the stiff winter breeze. Nev's voice rose about the other wolves' as the chorus of howls wove through the air. Sabine wondered if somehow they knew she was here, and if they might be saying good-bye or if they were asking her to stay.”
“They said I have to." "Have to what?" "Break you." ... "I don't believe you wanted to hurt me." I said. "And I don't believe you would have, even if Monroe hadn't---" ... "I wouldn't have." Ren whispered.”
“Only a sense of lightness, giddy and dizzying, like flight—of a burden that didn't belong to me being lifted.
Suddenly I knew the truth and the lights surrounding me exploded.
I am free.”
“Do you still want Ren?" I listened to my own heartbeat for a minute before answering. "Yes." "That's one hot mess, Cal." Ansel smiled at me.”
“As tiny silver flakes drifted down to settle on our bodies---Both the living and the dead---I thought perhaps the moon had hidden her face from us, as full of sorrow as we were. But she couldn't stop her tears from spilling out in the form of silent snow.”
“There are times for war—many times. But sometimes it’s necessary to risk speaking the truth of our own vulnerabilities.”
“Fighting with Shay at my side was more than fun. It was everything.”
“If you call them a sin against nature again, I will end you." Ethan's hand was on his dagger's hilt. "Look who's a born-again Guardian evangelist now." Connor laughed. "What's up with that?" A blush slid up Ethan's neck. "Nothing. They're our allies. That's all." "Sure it is." Conner said.”
“When the Elemental Cross locks the Rift, it will restore the balance of nature, returning all creatures to their true essence."
Shay Frowned. "What does that mean?"
I stared at Anika, stunned as the truth settled into my bones. "It means we'll be wolves.”
“My Watchers have helped me realize that angelic rules are for angels. Without our wings, we can never be fully accepted back into the fold. There will always be talk of taking a newly Fallen's wings and transplanting them onto us. Angels are perfect. Even with transplanted wings, we'll never again be perfect. You accept me just the way I am, regardless of whether or not I even have wings. Even when I had my demon wings, you've never looked at me with pity. You've never wavered in your loyalty. That's who you are—my brave, loyal, lovable Daughter of Man.”
“How come when mortals want things, their only option is to make a deal with Hell and sell their soul? Why can’t they make deals with God in exchange for good behavior?"
It was another of those rare moments when I’d surprised Carter. I waited for the glib answer I’d mentioned to Seth, something along the lines of goodness being its own reward. The angel considered for several seconds. "Humans make those deals all the time," he said finally. "They just don’t make them with God."
"Then who are they making them with?" I exclaimed.
“The guy behind the counter had been seriously adorable. Model-level cute. She had mentioned that, and Allan, her then boyfriend, hadn't taken it well.
That's when she'd learned that male egos and fruit had a lot in common: Both bruised easily.”
“When my eyes closed, however, in the darkness I saw that her words had created a new world, like all words that are not true. I”
“I just told you to be quiet. That's one step away from asking you to wash my laundry and make me a sandwich.”
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