“Are you calling about the ad?"
"Ad?"
"For the gently used Bentley for sale. It has zero miles!"
Well, that explained the backward driving.
Macrieve & Nix”
“So what are you going to wear to the apocalypse? I’m thinking something sparkly and transfixing.”-Nix”
“You asked me how old I am. I was born roughly nine centuries ago. I’ve lived for more than three hundred thousand days. And you made this one my favorite one of all."
-Uilleam MacRieve ~”
“Do you know what’s so strange, Uilleam?” she asked, saying his name perfectly. “You have never, in your entire life, done something for which you should truly be ashamed. You think you have, but you haven’t. Not until you hurt your own mate, blaming the poor girl for things she can’t control.”
- NIX to MacRieve ~”
“The witches ignored her, turning up the stereo. She cringed when yet another Bieber song pumped away. Great, she’d been captured by fucking Beliebers.
They planned to sell her at auction? When “Beauty and a Beat” played for the fifth time, Chloe decided she was ready for the block.”
“Yes, wolf, I see all. And by all, I mean some.”
“What good is it to be rich if we canna scrape up the scratch to buy a political prisoner on a whim?”
“You are unnerving the hell out of me, Valkyrie."
"oh" she frowned, petting her bat fitfully " I must have misread the future for the past." she shrugged. "It happens.”
“I know I’m wrong in the head! I want to be . . . right. For you."
- MacRieve #IAD13 ~”
“MacRieve: You can't drop a line like that without unpacking it.
Nix: Just did. You-Lame.
MacRieve: It's MacRieve!”
“Some of the males rose from the table then, making noise about a rugby rematch. MacRieve tensed, but didn’t join them.
When a couple of the men said things in Gaelic, their tones taunting, she asked, “Are they trash-talking you?”
“Oh, aye. According to them, I’m the veriest pussy. Already mate-whipped.”
“Nix was so beautiful yet so damaged."
- Uilleam MacRieve ~”
“When she’d gotten her period at thirteen, he’d given her a copy of The Care and Keeping of You. He’d been red-faced, gruffly saying, “Here. I’m sure you’ll put all this together.”
“I don’t know about you driving. What if your beast comes out? I don’t think he’s got a driver’s permit.” In a weird voice, she said, “He don’t even have his license, Lisa.”
“Who’s Lisa?”
She blinked at him. “Weird Science? Never mind, crypt keeper. I’ll shoot you a YouTube sometime, through this thing we youngsters like to call ‘electronic mail.”
“Doona worry, I’ll take care of you.” He grasped her hand in his. “You’re going to be all right.”
Chloe’s gaze drifted to Loa. “That a snake?”
Loa said, “She keeps death away.”
Chloe blinked those big eyes up at him and whispered, “Wish that was the weirdest thing . . . I’ve heard tonight.”
“Voodoo Beer?”
“In honor of Loa and Boa for chasing away death.” “That was a big snake, wasn’t it?”“It was a seriously large snake. . . .”
“Now, why don’t you shove in a manpon and tug up your manties”
“She pressed a single soft kiss over his heart, having no idea he’d just given it to her.”
“The right place at the right time never comes to people standing still.” —CHLOE TODD, A.K.A. BABY T-REX, OLYMPIC HOPEFUL, UNWITTING IMMORTAL”
“I would have kept those promises—if you had no’ transformed.” “That’s why promises are made, asshole! To be kept no matter the situation.”
“He was so domineering. And a dirty talker. Apparently, she liked both. A lot.”
“So let me get this straight. Your smokin’ hot mate might use chemicals to make you want to do her. Except you already want to, so it’s wasted chemicals. Then once you start having sex with her, you’re going to keep wanting to, which would likely have happened anyway, because like I said, she’s totally hot.”
“But the lad wasn’t finished with Will. “I’ll never understand this. You’re supposed to hunt and provide for your mate. All you have to do is nut with her? What is wrong with you people?” As they walked off, Rónan told Ben, “If she was no’ his mate, then I could see, but she is. And she’s never done anything to us—except for refusing to cook—and he’s threatening to behead her and shite.” In a quieter, even more confused tone, he asked, “Are all the old ones this prejudiced?”
“Chloe, what would it take to start anew with you?” Hopelessness settled over him when she murmured, “More than you’ve got.” Yet then he reminded himself, She has no’ seen all I’ve got.”
“Where your mate goes, you follow. . . .”
“Rub some dirt on it. S’ll be fine.” “Rub some dirt, then?” he repeated, unable to keep the amusement from his tone. “I like your attitude, lass.”
“Can someone please tell me why succubae are so bad?” Rónan said, quickly adding, “Ben does no’ understand this either.”
“I-I need a shower,” she blurted, scrambling away from him. He raised his brows. “I’m in need of one myself. And we like to conserve water around here.”
“That female has the power to enslave men.” Will was growing exasperated. Rónan seemed even more so. “Doona they all?”
“You told me I was part of the clan, that I was one of you. You told me you’d protect me, treasure me, and that no one would ever hurt me again. You told me we’d have eternity together, like a freaking Hallmark card!”
“That night was different... there was something pulling me towards him. Something dark and sexy.”
“Dedikodu bizim kadınlarımıza günahın tadını çıkarma olanağı verir. Kendi işlemeyecekleri, işleyemeyecekleri günahlar. Çünkü onları cesaretsizlikleri, hayal güçlerinin eksikliği ve fırsatsızlık engelliyor. Biz de bu eksikliklere namus diyoruz.”
“Didn't Jesus say something disparaging about casting pearls before swine?”
“The larger the group, the more toxic, the more of your beauty as an individual you have to surrender for the sake of group thought. And when you suspend your individual beauty you also give up a lot of your humanity. You will do things in the name of a group that you would never do on your own. Injuring, hurting, killing, drinking are all part of it, because you've lost your identity, because you now owe your allegiance to this thing that's bigger than you are and that controls you.”
“How astonishing it is that language can almost mean,
and frightening that it does not quite.”
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