“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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“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
“people don't generally believe themselves to be evil. Just strong. And they think that the world owes them something”
― Mary Elizabeth Summer, quote from Trust Me, I'm Lying
“From my weakness, I drew strength that never left me.”
― Jorge Luis Borges, quote from Fictions
“The ranks of the Marines were now diluted with reservists, at least 50 percent. Few of them were mentally prepared to fight, or physically hardened to war. Inch’on, luckily, had been easy. But now, on the frozen hills above Yudam-ni, the Marines, regular and reservist alike, faced reality. Because their officers were tough-minded, because their discipline was tight, and because their esprit—that indefinable emotion of a fighting man for his standard, his regiment, and the men around him, was unbroken—weak and strong alike, they would face it well.”
― T.R. Fehrenbach, quote from This Kind of War: A Study in Unpreparedness
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