“Just because a guy rings your bell, doesn't mean you have to toot his horn.”
“She's a serial kisser. I think her parents are French.”
“Burnett wasn't fooled, that was aparent by his expression, but he didn't argue, either. Well, as long as one didn't call slamming the door an argument.
"Jerk" Holiday muttered.
"I can hear you" he retorted from the other side of the wall.”
“I think he likes you" Miranda Whispered.
Realizing she and Derek had drawn attention, she glanced away. "He's probably just curious about me like everyone else" she whispered back.
"Nope. He's hot for you" Della said, reminding Kylie of the supernatural hearing of some of the campers. "When he was sitting by you at lunch, he oozed so much testosterone that it was hard to breathe. He wants your body" Della teased.
"Well, he's not getting it" Kylie said.”
“She already had a headache-she didn't want to add 'get tortured' to today's to-do list.”
“I mean, if your about to tell me something like I'm dead, that i need to start acquiring a taste for blood, and I can't even eat sushi, I wont be able to handle it. Or if you're going to tell me that I'm going to start howling at the moon, eating peoples cats, and will spend the rest of my life having to get waxed if I want to wear a bathing suit, then I don't think I can handle it, either. I like cats and I tried waxing once, and that hurt like a son of a gun." -Kylie”
“Change his mind. Tell him you're sorry you grilled his shorts." That you're sorry you've got ice running through your veins .”
“You couldn't stop staring at his butt the other day."
Della's mouth dropped open and she rolled her eyes. "You are so wrong." She fanned herself with her hand. "But the boy is eye candy to the max.”
“You told dad you didn't know what happened to his underwear. But You'd just flame-broiled his shorts on the grill.”
“That’s the tricky thing about love. It walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, and smells like a duck. But after you sleep with it a month or so, or get dumped at the altar by it, it starts smelling more like a skunk.”
“His eyes widened. Oh, hell, you think I'm going to let him bite me? No way. It's too risky and way too guy.”
“Kylie watched as his shirttail upward, exposing a very hard abdomen. The hem of his shirt inched higher, and she took in the cutest inny belly button she'd ever seen. And then his chest. Solid. Hard. A few drops of water glistened against his skin. Hear heart beat to the sound of passion again.”
“Kylie thought hell would be announcing a snow day before she agreed with anything her mom said. But right now, Kylie wondered how many inches they were predicting.”
“Did you found something? asked she with hope.
Yes, this until...
Until what...?
Until you stick your breasts on my back.And you realize that now I can't think about lions anymore!”
“You gotta love an attentive vampire
--Kylie”
“But you are making assumptions without all the facts, and that's not a sign of intelligence.”
“And this is what you get for laughing at me." He pulled her up a few inches until his lips touched hers.”
“Couldn't I just be a bit loony instead of gifted?”
“If she doesn't want to be friends with us, I certainly don't want to be friends with her. Hell, I didn't like the bitch anyway.”
“Not everyone in the world is alike. And some of us are a lot more different than others. Some of us were born like this, some of us were changed. But no matter how this happened to you, if you are here it is because this is your destiny. It was chosen for you.”
“...Our heats want the good to win. We're still afraid, we still make mistakes, but if we listen to what our hearts want, we will find the right way.”
“What was that, Kylie? Just a thank-you for saving your life.. or was it more?”
“Me?" All the crappiness of the day, of the last few weeks, zeroed in on this high and mighty B with an itch, and the scared-rabbit feeling faded.”
“Kylie didn't know which one of the fairies were doing it, or if it was both- she honestly didn't care- but the thousands of tiny pinpricks of panic started to fade. She felt safe and that was all that mattered.”
“Oh, great. She could be a hybrid. Just like her sociology teacher's car.”
“Who wanted a hug you had to ask for? It was like having to ask for an apology.”
“Kylie wurde es flau im Magen vor Angst. Als sie den ersten Schritt über die Türschwelle machte, schien sie zu spüren, dass sich ihr Leben für immer verändern würde.”
“She assumed these must be the fairies, or Fae as he called them. Not that she blamed him for using the different version. No straight guy would want to be called a fairy. Not that anyone could mistake Derek for gay. Something about the way he walked and carried himself was overtly female-loving male—like Trey.”
“He caught her. His touch, the feel of his warm hand on her elbow, sent waves of pain right to her heart. And standing this close, his clean, masculine scent filled her airways. Oh God, she loved his smell.”
“I'd really like to write. Just write, whether it's for magazines or books, whatever. Not necessarily deep and meaningful, but just something that someone can enjoy.”
“At least I was capable of knowing there was some other kind of life possible, even if I was having trouble achieving it. They believed that the way they were living was the only kind of life that existed. They had no imagination to envision anything else, and no desire to reach it. I felt sorry for them. I still do sometimes, although that doesn't mean their constant idiocy isn't capable of driving me to the brink of madness. They never have learned from their mistakes. It would probably be easier on everyone if I stopped expecting them to.”
“The Western world, he believed, was afflicted by the curse of short-term thinking, the inevitable result of democracy.”
“Depuis, plus personne ne parle du 27eme battalion. Pourtant, refusant de rejoindre le ciel, les fantômes, les demons nés de cette défaite continuent à errer parmi les buissons, à l'orée de la jungle, sur les rives du ruisseau. On a donné à ce coin de jungle perdu dans les brumes empoisonnées le nom effrayant de "terre des Ames hurlantes". De temps en temps, à l'occasion des cérémonies de l'enfer les morts se rassemblent sur cette langue de terre comme pour la revue des troupes. On peut entendre leurs voix dans le murmure du ruisseau, les plaintes étouffées, lancinantes de la jungle la nuit, les hurlements du vent à travers les gorges des montagnes. On peut les entendre, les comprendre.”
“Right now, for your Podo, the thing before him is to find Leeli, not to think about how it happened or who’s to blame. And the thing before us is to wait in this old cottage without giving up hope. Even if hope is just a low ember at night, in the morning you can still start a fire.”
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