“Shards of emotional green shot through Talen’s golden eyes. “He did it for my mate. Eating a virus that might kill him. For my mate.” A pebble skipped across the cement when Talen kicked it. “I don’t know whether to hug him or punch him in the face.”
Dage grinned. “Hell. It’s Kane. Do both.”
Talen returned the grin, then quickly sobered.”
― Rebecca Zanetti, quote from Claimed
“to play tomorrow since it’s a full moon, so let’s have some fun tonight.” Katie sat with a sigh. “The guys will be planning strategy for several hours, so we should have some peace and”
― Rebecca Zanetti, quote from Claimed
“I’m with the man, not the king. The king can kiss my ass.”
The king had every intention of kissing her ass, maybe biting it as well.”
― Rebecca Zanetti, quote from Claimed
“What do you know about quantum physics?” An unwilling curiosity welled up in Emma. “Not much except that it’s a modern theory that explains the nature and behavior of energy and matter on the atomic and subatomic level.”
― Rebecca Zanetti, quote from Claimed
“I’ve waited centuries for your touch, Emma.”
― Rebecca Zanetti, quote from Claimed
“You’ve never met the king, love.” He nipped her ear and her knees began to tremble. “It’s the man who has you.”
― Rebecca Zanetti, quote from Claimed
“I should have known the Queen of the Realm would be a pain in my ass.”
― Rebecca Zanetti, quote from Claimed
“Brightston.” An odd energy containing more than mere female anger pulsed around the woman. Shifter? Witch? “Former lover”
― Rebecca Zanetti, quote from Claimed
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“I have opened all the doors in my head.
I have opened all the pores in my body.
But only the tide rolls in.”
― Marilyn French, quote from The Women's Room
“Afraid? Batman's not afraid of anything. It's me. I'm afraid. I'm afraid that The Joker may be right about me. Sometimes…I question the rationality of my actions. And I’m afraid that when I walk through those asylum gates... when I walk into Arkham and the doors close behind me... it’ll be just like coming home.”
― Grant Morrison, quote from Batman: Arkham Asylum - A Serious House on Serious Earth
“Say 'Kenmore Square'," I insist.
"Kenmaw Sqway-ah."
"Say 'Nothing could be finer than to be in Carolina.'"
"Nothing could be finah than to be in Caroliner.'"
"You're doing that on purpose."
"I'm not. I sway-ah.”
― Steve Kluger, quote from My Most Excellent Year
“What are you two doing?” Her uncle’s teasing voice came into the room before he did. But his voice was the second warning that they were no longer alone, since Violet had tasted his presence long before he’d actually stepped into her house. Ever since saving her and Jay at Homecoming, her uncle carried an imprint of his own. The bitter taste of dandelions still smoldered on Violet’s tongue whenever he was near. A taste that Violet had grown to accept. And even, to some degree, to appreciate. “Nothing your parents wouldn’t approve of, I hope,” he added.
Violet flashed Jay a wicked grin. “We were just making out, so if you could make this quick, we’d really appreciate it.”
Jay jumped up from beside her. “She’s kidding,” he blurted out. “We weren’t doing anything.”
Her uncle Stephen stopped where he was and eyed them both carefully. Violet could’ve sworn she felt Jay squirming, even though every single muscle in his body was frozen in place. Violet smiled at her uncle, trying her best to look guilty-as-charged.
Finally he raised his eyebrows, every bit the suspicious police officer. “Your parents asked me to stop by and check on you on my way home. They won’t be back until late. Can I trust the two of you here . . . alone?”
“Of course you can—” Jay started to say.
“Probably not—“ Violet answers at the same time. And then she caught a glimpse of the horror-stricken expression on Jay’s face, and she laughed. “Relax, Uncle Stephen, we’re fine. We were just doing homework.”
Her uncle looked at the pile of discarded books on the table in front of the couch. Not one of them was open. He glanced skeptically at Violet but didn’t say a word.
“We may have gotten a little distracted,” she responded, and again she saw Jay shifting nervously.
After several warnings, and a promise from Violet that she would lock the doors behind him, Uncle Stephen finally left the two of them alone again.
Jay was glaring at Violet when she peeked at him as innocently as she could manage. “Why would you do that to me?”
“Why do you care what he thinks we’re doing?” Violet had been trying to get Jay to admit his new hero worship of her uncle for months, but he was too stubborn—or maybe he honestly didn’t realize it himself—to confess it to her.
“Because, Violet,” he said dangerously, taking a threatening step toward her. But his scolding was ruined by the playful glint in his eyes. “He’s your uncle, and he’s the police chief. Why poke the bear?”
Violet took a step back, away from him, and he matched it, moving toward her. He was stalking her around the coffee table now, and Violet couldn’t help giggling as she retreated.
But it was too late for her to escape. Jay was faster than she was, and his arms captured her before she’d ever had a chance. Not that she’d really tried.
He hauled her back down onto the couch, the two of them falling into the cushions, and this time he pinned her beneath him.
“Stop it!” she shrieked, not meaning a single word. He was the last person in the world she wanted to get away from.
“I don’t know . . .” he answered hesitantly. “I think you deserve to be punished.” His breath was balmy against her cheek, and she found herself leaning toward him rather than away. “Maybe we should do some more homework.”
Homework had been their code word for making out before they’d realized that they hadn’t been fooling anyone.
But Jay was true to his word, especially his code word, and his lips settled over hers. Violet suddenly forgot that she was pretending to break free from his grip. Her frail resolve crumbled. She reached out, wrapping her arms around his neck, and pulled him closer to her.
Jay growled from deep in his throat. “Okay, homework it is.”
― Kimberly Derting, quote from Desires of the Dead
“So the researcher’s central dilemma exists in an especially acute form in psychology: either the animal is not like us, in which case there is no reason for performing the experiment; or else the animal is like us, in which case we ought not to perform on the animal an experiment that would be considered outrageous if performed on one of us. Another”
― Peter Singer, quote from Animal Liberation
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