“I’ve loved you every second of this life, and if I died, I’d love you every second of the next.”
“No. Because you’ve been mine your entire life, and I’m tired of waiting.”
“Your path isn’t an easy one, sweetheart. But it might just end up being spectacular.” She turned brilliant blue eyes on her daughter. “You have to fight for what you want, and I know you’ll win. Every damn time.”
“Hold on, and when we get to your home, stay out of the way when your father tries to kill me.”
“Zane has always been your soft place to land in this crazy world we forced you into. Turns out he’s not so soft.”
“Fate and destiny had held enough power over Janie for this lifetime, and she was done waiting for the sky to fall.”
“Janie?” he whispered against her nape, his breath warm. A shiver wound through her entire body. Her nipples peaked, and her abdominal muscles clenched. “What?” “I’m sorry I’m not who you thought.” His lips moved against her skin. She forced instant need down along with a definite groan. “I like who you are.” He chuckled. “You do not.” “Yes, I do. You’re strong and loyal. I just wish you’d share.”
“Imagine what our world would be like if everyone loved themselves so much that they weren’t threatened by other people’s opinions or skin colors or sexual preferences or talents or education or possessions or lack of possessions or religious beliefs or customs or their general tendency to just be whoever the hell they are.”
“The rooster has a funny little paper hat over its head, like an ice-cream cone upside down, and my dad is pointing to it proudly and saying, ‘Stroke him. Go on, stroke him. Do anything you like to him. He won’t move an inch.’ The rooster starts scratching”
“It means something that combines strength and sweetness. That’s you. That’s what I found out tonight, Georgie. You’re the definition of oenomel . . . with a dash of sass.” Turning away from me, he writes the definition in my book and signs the bottom, “Entry by Racer for George.”
“When i'm 58 years old and on my deathbed, i'd better see through my one good eye Matt drawing a donger on my forehead, cum doodles dripping down my face like life-giving tears.”
“I am told that Meljanz also had adorned himself richly for battle. His courage too was high, and he rode a handsome Castilian which Meljacanz had won from Keie when he flung him so high with his thrust that Keie was caught on the branch of a tree and hung there.”
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