“Just remember, a dark shadow need light to exist but light doesn't need darkness to be luminous.”
― Gwen Hayes, quote from Dreaming Awake
“Danger doesn't always greet with bared fangs. Sometimes it seduces with a willowy caress, a sigh of pleasure, and then turns carnivorous with whipcrack intensity.”
― Gwen Hayes, quote from Dreaming Awake
“Minx,” he whispered before he left me to get dressed so that we could plan our new destiny.”
― Gwen Hayes, quote from Dreaming Awake
“I just called to tell you good night. Get some sleep, Theia. Tomorrow is a big day.”
“I would sleep much better if you were here.” As soon as the words spilled out of my mouth,I wanted to die of embarrassment. Haden and I were close, but we hadn’t gotten that close yet.
“I mean . . . it’s just that when you’re near I’m not as agitated. Not that I want to sleep with you.” I needed to stop talking—I was making it worse.
“You don’t?” He was teasing now. “Now you’ve hurt my male pride.”
― Gwen Hayes, quote from Dreaming Awake
“How can I be sure? Tell me something only you would know.”
There went his hands to his hair again. And when that frustrated him, he did the fist thing. So far,he was very convincing.
“You want trivia right now?”
“Yes!” Why did he always make things so difficult? Add another check to the “He’s probably Gabe” list.
“Like what?” I had to stop looking at his head.
“I don’t know.What tattoo do I have on my left boob?”
“I thought you said to tel you something only I would know.”
― Gwen Hayes, quote from Dreaming Awake
“I thought of every strong woman I knew about—my mother, Muriel, my best friends . . . Buffy the Vampire Slayer . . . I would not back down. I would not surrender.”
― Gwen Hayes, quote from Dreaming Awake
“That's how birthdays were in our house. All hateful charades of pretty clothes, expensive presents, and ugly words . . .”
― Debbie Howells, quote from The Bones of You
“Dig your nails deep enough into the back of a Soviet, and eventually you'll find a Russian.”
― Magnus Flyte, quote from City of Dark Magic
“Passersby looked at us curiously. In the porch, Mr. Whitman held the church door open for us. “Hurry up, please,” he said. “We don’t want to attract attention.” No, sure, there was nothing likely to attract attention in two black limousines parking in North Audley Street in broad daylight so that men in suits could carry the Lost Ark out of the trunk of one of the cars, over the sidewalk, and into the church. Although from a distance the chest carrying it could have been a small coffin . . . The thought gave me goose bumps.
“I hope at least you remembered your pistol,” I whispered to Gideon.
“You have a funny idea of what goes on at a soiree,” he said, in a normal tone of voice, arranging the scarf around my shoulders. “Did anyone check what’s in your bag? We don’t want your mobile ringing in the middle of a musical performance.”
I couldn’t keep from laughing at the idea, because just then my ringtone was a croaking frog. “There won’t be anyone there who could call me except you,” I pointed out.
“And I don’t even know your number. Please may I take a look inside your bag?”
“It’s called a reticule,” I said, shrugging and handing him the little bag.
“Smelling salts, handkerchief, perfume, powder . . . excellent,” said Gideon. “All just as it should be. Come along.” He gave me the reticule back, took my hand, and led me through the church porch. Mr. Whitman bolted the door again behind us. Gideon forgot to let go of my hand once we were inside the church, which was just as well, because otherwise I’d have panicked at the last moment and run away.”
― Kerstin Gier, quote from Sapphire Blue
“This does not mean that I passed my day in a state of joyous appreciation; it means that many times in the lanes of Harrowweald I have stood for long looking up at a fine tracery of bare boughs against the hard, high spring sky while the cold wind rushed through my skirts and chilled me to the bone, because I was afraid that when I moved my body and my attention I might begin to think. Indeed, grief is not the clear melancholy the young believe it. It is like a siege in a tropical city. The skin dries and the throat parches as though one were living in the heat of the desert; water and wine taste warm in the mouth, and food is of the substance of the sand; one snarls at one's company; thoughts prick one through sleep like mosquitos.”
― Rebecca West, quote from The Return of The Soldier
“The first lesson on Lying 101 is that it's best to begin with a lie with a scrap of truth --it lends an air of credibility to an otherwise”
― Mary Elizabeth Summer, quote from Trust Me, I'm Lying
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