“And exactly how old are you MacRieve ?"
"Twelve hundreds, give or take."
"Great Hekate, you're a relic. Don't you have a museum exhibit to be in somewhere ?”
“Let's put the fun back in funeral!”
“People think happiness will simply fall into their laps. You have to aspire to it. And sometimes you have to seize it when it’s kicking and screaming.”
“This is the first time I've really looked at my reflection in months." To the Lykae [Bowen], she said, "No wonder you love me. Could I be any cuter?”
“My advice.” She pressed her fingers to her chest. “But didn’t you recently say that I was a ‘mad creature’ who was ‘soft in the head’? Sniff, sniff, Rydstrom. Sniff, sniff. I was so crushed that I ate a gallon of Ben & Jerry’s, except I didn’t because Valkyrie don’t eat.”
“I’d planned to kill them, too.” When Néomi glared up at him, he raised his chained hands.
“Past tense. See? Already I’m improving.”
“This mountain of a man was learning that his considerable might- which he'd clearly relied on for everything- was futile with her. ”
“The crowd quieted as a whole, but more than one creature cursed under his breath, "Not Regin."
A drunk hunched over the bar muttered, "That glowing one made me eat a transistor radio once.”
“Damn, that werewolf melts my butter,” Mari sighed. “He’s so miserable,” she added delightedly.”
“It's B.Y.O.S. Bring Your Own Sacrifice.”
“I suppose that now you'll want to sleep with me?Alas big guy I'm taken.'
'No. you're not,'Regin said.
'Am too,' Nix said. 'Mike Rowe, the star of Dirty Jobs, is soon to realize I'm his beloved.' She sighed dreamily. 'He even got his lawyers to contact me on the pretext of a' she made air quotes 'restraining order.”
“Wait!" Conrad said. "Did someone... one of my enemies set this fire?"
Nix turned back with a grin. "Unless you'd pissed off some wirring-hungry nutrias, then I'm going with no.”
“Old as carbon," Nix agreed. "And so powerful I'm working on my demigoddess badges.”
“Cade hiked his shoulders, pretending nonchalance. "Tell me about the vampire, or not, dove. But none of us really wants to be here."
"I'll tell you," Nïx said, her gaze rapt on his horns. "But only if you let me lick your rock-hard horns—"
"Nïx!" Regin's attention snapped back to this conversation.
Eyes wide, Nïx cried, "Who said that?? I didn't say that! Oh, very well—the vampire's named Conrad Wroth. Best be careful with that one. He single-handedly took down Bothrops the Lich."
"That was Wroth?" He'd heard of the assassin before. Cade grudgingly admitted that the leech did nice work, dealing deaths with a unique, gruesome signature to them. Which was important in their line of business. "Where is he?"
"To find him, you need to trail the one who seeks him in sleep."
"Soothsayerese? I don't speak it," he said, but she didn't elaborate. "That's all you're going to divvy?"
"Wanna know more?" Nïx raised her brows. "Then you should have let me lick your horns.”
“She could read the phone book and make it sound erotic.”
“My Bride by fate, my wife by choice...
- Conrad Wroth”
“Nixie, every party is an orgy waiting to happen."
Nix opened her mouth, then closed it, dragging Neomi and Mari away. "Well, you can't argue with reason, can you?”
“Sebastian glanced around. “Raises my hackles, though”—another flash of lightning—“almost like it’s . . . haunted.” Sebastian gets a cookie.”
“Dying isn’t so daunting a prospect when you’re halfway there...”
“Though she'd never been ashamed of what she'd done, she'd kept it secret because she'd understood that others wouldn't view it the same way she did.”
“When I think about kissing anyone, I imagine you. Only you. I can’t pretend that this isn’t so.”
“It somehow seemed right that he’d never loved before her. That she simply was the emotion for him, the two equaling each other.”
“He turned to set his glass on the windowsill, but she saw him swallow. Then he faced her, advancing, looming over her. As she’d done in the shower, she retreated until she reached the wall. Raising his bound hands over her head, he again surrounded her with his body. “What if I wanted to do the seducing?” He would. He was so deliciously domineering. “Why are you always caging me in?” “Maybe I wouldn’t, if you weren’t always disappearing. You’re as tangible as air, and it’s so damned frustrating, koeri.” “What does that mean?” “It means lure.” She blinked up at him. “Your endearment for me is a synonym for bait?” “You’re luring me from madness.” Lowering his voice, he said, “The only thing that could possibly tempt me from it.” She nibbled her bottom lip. “Would you follow me anywhere?” “Into the sun.”
“nothing was sexier to her than a thoroughly smitten male. She”
“I don’t . . . I don’t want to be like this anymore!” His tone was anguished. “You’re getting so much better,” she murmured. “Soon you won’t have these nightmares.” He narrowed his gaze at her, as if just noticing she was there. “You were . . . murdered—you remind me of the things I’ve done, of consequences,” he choked out. “And you show me what I could have had . . . if I’d been . . . different.” He grasped his head again and muttered, “You’re what’s wrong with my past. What must be missing from my future.” She knew he would remember little to none of these words—but she would. “Conrad, your future’s not settled. You can have good things in your life again.” “You’re the perfect punishment for me.” “Oh.” Stunned, she rose to leave. He reached out to stay her. When he closed his big fist around air, he turned and struck the headboard with frustration. Eyes vacant, burning red, he rasped, “Did any man ever want his penance so much?”
“He’d heard Nïx had been actively steering this Accession. For her to take such an interest meant this one could be apocalyptic. Otherwise, Nïx the Ever-Knowing would likely be out shopping, as Valkyries fancied doing. She said, “So far on our team, we have the Lykae, the Forbearers, the Furiae, the Wraiths, the noble fey, myriad demonarchies, the House of Witches, possibly the CIA, and probably a Colombian drug lord. The nymphs are straddling the fence.” Regin opened her mouth, but Nïx cut her off. “That one’s too easy, Reege.”
“Tell me about the vampire, or not, dove. But none of us really wants to be here.” “I’ll tell you,” Nïx said, her gaze rapt on his horns. “But only if you let me lick your rock-hard horns.” “Nïx!” Regin’s attention snapped back to this conversation. Eyes wide, Nïx cried, “Who said that?? I didn’t say that!”
“Soothsayerese? I don’t speak it,” he said, but she didn’t elaborate. “That’s all you’re going to divvy?” “Wanna know more?” Nïx raised her brows. “Then you should have let me lick your horns.”
“What’s past is past, Conrad. Now you must learn from it and move on. If I’d had your mentality, I would always have been a burlesque dancer. I never would have aspired to being a ballerina, a profession that brought me great joy. Imagine all the things you’re missing out on. Your Bride, a family, contentment. Unlike me, you can have a future—it’s out there, just waiting for you to claim it. You have so much to look forward to, if you’d just stop looking back.” This”
“Other people are likely not to be aware that those who pursue philosophy aright study nothing but dying and being dead. Now if this is true, it would be absurd to be eager for nothing but this all their lives, and then to be troubled when that came for which they had all along been eagerly practicing.”
“She had a hundred reasons: because Bear had carved a statue of her in the center of the topiary garden, because she could always make him laugh, because he'd let her return to the station, because he won at chess and lost at hockey, because he ran as fast as he could to polar bear births, because he had seal breath even as a human, because his hands were soft, because he was her Bear. "Because i want my husband back," Cassie said.”
“Reckon women don't think like men." "Why on earth don't they learn how?" I rubbed my face. "Ain't meant to, honey." I smiled and kissed his brow. "It occurs to us to ask the same thing. Keeps the world turning, I suspect.”
“Peace is the respect for the rights of the other person.”
“What is she?” I asked him. He paused and considered my question. “She’s a bitch. A horrible, horrible bitch.” He looked down at her and laughed. “But she’s my bitch.”
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