“You picked the wrong girl to dominate, Dracula.”
― Rebecca Zanetti, quote from Fated
“There's no sweeter taste in the entire history of the world than your skin on fire. For me.”
― Rebecca Zanetti, quote from Fated
“The door opened to reveal Janie gleefully putting the finishing touches of the bright pink polish on Max's hands.
"Nice timing," the solider said with a grimace.
Talen snorted. "You're relieved, in case you need to powder your cheeks.”
― Rebecca Zanetti, quote from Fated
“The faeries are kind of Switzerland with a big stick.”
― Rebecca Zanetti, quote from Fated
“It’s Okay, Mom.” The little girl grinned impishly. “Max will be pretty with pink nails.”
“Oh I brought my A-game,” the vampire snorted as he sat on the other couch.
“Bout Time,” Janie retorted”
― Rebecca Zanetti, quote from Fated
“And of course, everybody pays taxes. You don’t mess with the IRS, no matter which race you belong to.”
― Rebecca Zanetti, quote from Fated
“Our mates are human. And Cara”— his voice dropped to a rumble—“you’re mine.”
― Rebecca Zanetti, quote from Fated
“We will mate tonight, wife.” His eyes flared hot and golden.
“No.” She lifted her chin and ignored the skittering in her lower stomach.
“Cara,” he leaned forward in his chair, “before this night has ended you will have no doubt you’ve been mated.”
― Rebecca Zanetti, quote from Fated
“Your people wouldn’t fight with each other so often if the ones deciding to fight were the first ones to bleed.”
― Rebecca Zanetti, quote from Fated
“It’s Achillea millefolium,” Cara said, pulling the small flowers off the stem, filling the air with the scent of sage. “What?” Katie groaned. “Yarrow. It’s an herb used for wounds, cuts, and abrasions.”
― Rebecca Zanetti, quote from Fated
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“To vilify a man is the readiest way in which a little man can himself attain greatness,”
― Marie Hall, quote from Her Mad Hatter
“images far swifter than these sentences”
― Herman Melville, quote from Benito Cereno
“After having denounced the absurdities of utopia, let us deal with its merits, and, since men accommodate
social arrangements so well and scarcely distinguish from them the evils immanent within them, let us do
as they do, let us unite ourselves with their unconsciousness.
We shall never praise the utopias sufficiently for having denounced the crimes of ownership, the
horror property represents, the calamities it causes. Great or small, the owner is corrupted, sullied in his essence: his corruption is projected onto the merest object he touches or appropriates. Whether his
“fortune” is threatened or stripped from him, he will be compelled to a consciousness of which he is
normally incapable. In order to reassume a human appearance, in order to regain his “soul,” he must be
ruined and must consent to his ruin. In this, the revolution will help him. By restoring him to his primal
nakedness, it annihilates him in the immediate future and saves him in the absolute, for it liberates—
inwardly, it is understood—those whom it strikes first: the haves; it reclassifies them, it restores to them
their former dimension and leads them back to the values they have betrayed. But even before having the
means or the occasion to strike them, the revolution sustains in them a salutary fear: it troubles their sleep,
nourishes their nightmares, and nightmare is the beginning of a metaphysical awakening. Hence it is as an
agent of destruction that the revolution is seen to be useful; however deadly, one thing always redeems it:
it alone knows what kind of terror to use in order to shake up this world of owners, the crudest of all
possible worlds. Every form of possession, let us not hesitate to insist, degrades, debases, flatters the
monster sleeping deep within each of us. To own even a broom, to count anything at all as our property, is
to participate in the general infamy. What pride to discover that nothing belongs to you—what a
revelation! You took yourself for the last of men, and now, suddenly, astonished and virtually enlightened
by your destitution, you no longer suffer from it; quite the contrary, you pride yourself in it. And all you
still desire is to be as indigent as a saint or a madman.”
― Emil M. Cioran, quote from History and Utopia
“The juice was delicious, with the fresh bite and lingering umami of freshly squeezed oranges.”
― Chloe Neill, quote from House Rules
“Sometimes you're sure dogs have some secret, superior intelligence, and other times you know they're only their simple, goofy selves.”
― Deb Caletti, quote from The Six Rules of Maybe
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