Kerrelyn Sparks · 371 pages
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“Sweetheart, if it’s not too much of an imposition, I would be forever beholden to you if you could kindly assume a reclining position so I can screw your brains out.”
― Kerrelyn Sparks, quote from Forbidden Nights with a Vampire
“Connor turned to Vanda. “I’ll need to check yer bag, too.”
“I thought you’d never ask.” Vanda tossed her bag onto the table. She was ready for him this time.
He opened her silver evening bag. His eyes widened.
She was quite proud that she’d managed to squeeze a pair of handcuffs, a blindfold, her back massager, and a bottle of Viagra
into such a tiny handbag. She smiled sweetly. “Something wrong, Connor?”
― Kerrelyn Sparks, quote from Forbidden Nights with a Vampire
“What is 45 minutes to an old goat like you?" - Vanda
"I believe it is still 45 minutes." - Connor”
― Kerrelyn Sparks, quote from Forbidden Nights with a Vampire
“Maggie scoffed. "Denial will not save you when Cupid's arrow find its mark."
"If i see Cupid anywhere in the vicinity, I'm ripping his chubby little arms off." Vanda yanked the door open to Romatech.”
― Kerrelyn Sparks, quote from Forbidden Nights with a Vampire
“Phineas leaped to his feet, giving Vanda a appalled look. "Vanda! Why'd you do it?"
"What?" Vanda stood.
Phineas slapped a hand against his brow. "you can't attack these people jut because you hate Naruto!”
― Kerrelyn Sparks, quote from Forbidden Nights with a Vampire
“The priest removed his glasses and pocketed them. «I'm sure you don't need to hear it, but a sponsor should never get too…involved with his client.»
Shit. Phil was careful to show no emotion, even though he was howling inside. Plan A had just gone down the tubes. So much for channeling Vanda's anger into a glorious eruption of lust. He'd have to resort to Plan B.
There was no Plan B. His thoughts had never progressed past the bedroom. The priest was right. He was an animal.”
― Kerrelyn Sparks, quote from Forbidden Nights with a Vampire
Kerrelyn Sparks
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“The point is always reached after which the gods no longer share their lives with mortal men and women, they die or wither away or retire... Now that they've gone, the high drama's over. What remains is ordinary human life.”
― Salman Rushdie, quote from The Ground Beneath Her Feet
“All those beings who revealed truths to me and who were no longer there, seemed to me to have lived a life from which I alone profited and as though they had died for me. It was sad for me to think that in my book, my love which was once everything to me, would be so detached from a being that various readers would apply it textually to the love they experienced for other women. But why should I be horrified by this posthumous infidelity, that this man or that should offer unknown women as the object of my sentiment, when that infidelity, that division of love between several beings began with my life and long before I began writing? I had indeed suffered successively through Gilberte, through Mme de Guermantes, through Albertine. Successively also I had forgotten them and only my love, dedicated at different times to different beings, had lasted. I had anticipated the profanation of my memories by unknown readers. I was not far from being horrified with myself as, perhaps, some nationalist party might be in whose name hostilities had been provoked and who alone had benefited from a war in which many noble victims had suffered and died without even knowing the issue of the struggle which, for my grandmother, would have been such a complete reward. And the single consolation she never knew, that at last I had set to work, was, such being the fate of the dead, that though she could not rejoice in my progress she had at least been spared consciousness of my long inactivity, of the frustrated life which had been such a pain to her. And certainly there were many others besides my grandmother and Albertine from whom I had assimilated a word, a glance, but of whom as individual beings I remembered nothing; a book is a great cemetery in which, for the most part, the names upon the tombs are effaced.”
― Marcel Proust, quote from Time Regained
“The woman had looked into the abyss and then walked out across it.”
― Richard Bachman, quote from The Running Man
“As bread is sweet to us,” he said, “so is the blood of the poor to the rich who drink it.” It”
― Mario Puzo, quote from The Sicilian
“And I knew that tone, the pleading, the fear that was sitting like a spiked ball in his chest. He'd been left behind too, maybe more than I had.”
― Lili St. Crow, quote from Reckoning
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