“Sometimes I have the urge to conquer large parts of Europe.”
“She wondered that hope was so much harder then despair.”
“We who are dominant tend to think of that aspect of being a werewolf as rank: who is obeyed, who is to obey. Dominant and submissive. But it is also who is to protect and who is to be protected. A submissive wolf is not incapable of protecting himself: he can fight, he can kill as readily as any other. But a submissive doesn't feel the need to fight -- not the way a dominant does. They are a treasure in a pack. A source of purpose and of balance. Why does a dominant exist? To protect those beneath him, but protecting a submissive is far more rewarding because a submissive will never wait until you are wounded or your back is turned to see if you are truly dominant to him. Submissive wolves can be trusted. And they unite the pack with the goal of keeping them safe and cared for.”
“Identity was partly heritage, partly upbringing, but mostly the choices you make in life. ~ Bran”
“Bran was stripping her futon down to the bare mattress when she entered her apartment. It was sort of like watching the president mowing the White House lawn or taking out the trash.”
“If she know how strongly he felt, she'd have run out the door. He wasn't used to the possessive, or the savage joy she brought to his heart. It ate at his control, so he turned his attention to the music. He understood music.”
“Bran was always a deceptive bastard, gentle and mild right up until he ripped your throat out. He had many other fine qualities as well.”
“I hope this means you'll quit asking me to kill you. It gives me indigestion.”
“She opened her eyes and met his. The impact was so strong he was amazed that his fingers continued playing without pause.”
“And that's when Anna realized that what the wolf had been asking Bran for was death.
Impulsively, Anna stepped away from Charles. She put a knee on the bench she'd been sitting on and reached over the back to close her hand on Asil's wrist, which was lying across the back of the pew.
He hissed in shock but didn't pull away. As she held him the scent of wilderness, of sickness, faded. He stared at her, the whites of his eyes showing brightly while his irises narrowed to small bands around his black pupil.
"Omega," he whispered, his breath coming harshly.”
“His favorite saying was, 'Interdum feror cupidine partium magnarum europe vincendarum."
"'Sometimes I have the urge to conquer large parts of Europe'?" Boyd said, sounding a little incredulous. Isabella hadn't, apparently, been the only one who understood her defiance.
She nodded. "Usually he only said it when my brother or I were being particularly horrible.”
“Fortunately, he'd found that most people were easy to locate at five thirty in the morning.”
“When a man is on the verge of passing out from pain, it seemed wrong to notice how beautiful he was.”
“New rules. If you are smart enough to live, you won’t hit Charles’s mate in front of his father.”
“Apparently deciding Charles’s brief introduction wasn’t good enough, his brother reintroduced himself. “Dr. Samuel Cornick, elder brother and tormentor. Very nice to meet you, Anna—”
“My father would take you wherever you wanted to go," he told her softly. "I was pretty sure I could talk you into staying, but I underestimated how badly hurt I was."
"Stupid," she said tartly.
He looked up at her, and whatever he saw in her face made him smile, though his voice was serious when he answered her charge. "Yes. You throw my judgement off."
-Charles and Anna when he thought she was leaving him and Changed when he was injured”
“Anna: “I thought Indians built fires with fiction.”
Charles: “I can do that, but I'd like to eat sometime in the next day or so. Sterno and Bic are much faster.”
“Crep, strep, venefica est mortua ...”
“Yes, well," said his da with a hint of a grow that told him just how worried Bran had been about him, "that'll teach you to dodge a bit quicker next time."
"Sorry," he apologized meekly as he sat in the passenger seat.
"Good," said Bran, shutting the door gently. "Don't let it happen again."
-Bran and Charles”
“This was not a man who wanted to give up his mate. This was a man trying to do the honorable thing—and give her a choice, no matter hiw much it cost him.”
“He left the key in the ignition. No one was likely to come up here and steal the truck- and if anyone did... well, he could deal with Charles”
“He can stop me in my tracks, but he can't make me do someting I don't want to”
“She understood his passion because she felt the same way: as if nothing was more important than the touch of her skin to his, as if she'd die if he left her.”
“Tis the gift to be gentle, ’tis the gift to be fair,
’Tis the gift to wake and breathe the morning air,
To walk every day in the path that we choose,
Is the gift that we pray we will never never lose.”
“Then Walter died as he lived, he told his mate. A hero, a soldier, and a survivor who chose to protect what was precious to him. I don't think, if you could ask him, that he would have any regrets.”
“I thought it would be quieter here.” [Anna] hadn’t meant to say anything, but the noise startled her.
“The wind in the trees,” Bran said. “And there are some birds that stay year-round. Sometimes when the wind is still and the cold is upon us, the quiet is so deep you can feel it in your bones.”
“To see Charles, the original lone wolf, caught with a foot in the trap of amor-- this will amuse me for a while longer, I think.”
“Of course, if Charles found out his father was out here, too, the damn fool would probably head right back into the maw of danger; he was that kind of heroic idiot.”
“!Cabron!" [Mariposa] stomped her foot. "Hijo de puta."
Hard to believe that she was two centuries old and not the young girl she looked and acted. Like Peter Pan, she'd never grown up.”
“Oh, for a second I thought Donald Trump was a Runner,” I say, laughing at my own stupidity. Miku raises her eyebrows but refuses to say anything. Could it be? Is Trump a Runner?”
“Taking the obedience of the soldier for the consent of the nation--such a confidence is the destruction of thrones.”
“Misery is a state of unconciousness. We are miserable because we are not aware of what we are doing, of what we are thinking, of what we are feeling -- so we are continuously contradicting ourselves each moment. Action goes in one direction,thinking goes in another,feeling is somewhere else. We go on falling apart, we become more and more fragmented.
There are only two ways out of it. They can become meditators - alert,aware,conscious... that's an arduous thing. It needs guts. Or the cheaper way is to find something that can make you even more unconcious thank you are, so you cannot feel the misery,like drugs and alcohol,sometimes even religion...”
“What is this, Harry Potter?” Nick sniggered. “That’s what you just sounded like. Yes, I am aware that even now dark forces are trying to sabotage me,”
“The hour grows late."
"Late? So? Do you have to be on Ash Campus early tomorrow? At the University of Nothing Matters?”
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