“Legion hissed like a startled cat, the noise scraping at Reyes’s skin. “Me no boy. You think me a boy?”
Everyone stopped, stared. Even Aeron.
Reyes was the first to find his voice. “You’re a…girl?”
A nod. “Me pretty.”
“Yes, you are.” Reyes exchanged a glance with Lucien. “Beautiful.”
“Yep, that's me. I know. I know. You're humbled I'm here, feel like throwing rose petals at my feet, blah, blah, blah. No need, though. Just try and think of me as a normal guy
“Gods, woman," William said. "Your voice is like death. Can you shut it until I leave the room? Please. Seriously, you're like the one woman in the world I want to resist." -Page 271”
“This means nothing,” she said.
“Less than nothing,” he lied.
“I’ll hate myself later.”
“I hate myself now.”
“Who is here with you?”
“Don’t stop,” she begged.
“Who is here with you?” he repeated, harshly this time.
“What is my name?”
“I have to know"
"What? What do you have to know?"
"What you taste like." Another step.
What happens when you know?" she rasped.
"I stop wondering. Stop dreaming of you every night, thinking of you every minute of every day." Another step closer. "I think you wonder, too. I think you dream of me and wonder. You hate yourself for it. You hate me for it, but you cannot stop.”
“She’d already decided to be with him. If only to wipe him from her mind, get him out of her system and
stop the fantasies plaguing her. If only to prove to herself that being with him would not be pleasurable for
“Hope is a demon worse than your Pain.”
“I am cruel and I am selfish, but this need I have inside me, this need for you and no other, is stronger than anything else I've ever encountered. I doubt two years of lockup would dull it in the slightest.”
“Pain laughed giddily at the thought, for love brought its own brand of torment. Lots and lots of torment. In the heart, the soul. Both causing a physical ache too intense to be relieved.”
“We must fight for what we want or it will be taken from us.”
“The bed was swathed in black cotton; turning her head, Danika saw that she was draped by a half-clothed man. He possessed skin of chocolate and honey, taut muscle and ripped sinew. No hair marred his chest, but there was a menacing butterfly tattoo that stretched from one shoulder to the other and up his neck. Menacing butterfly—two words that could be used together to describe only one man. Reyes. “Oh,”
“Did you—did you change your mind about the kiss?” “No.” How could he, when he craved it more than a tomorrow? “You may not give me another chance. I want to savor every moment of this.” “If we’re going to be fools, we need to get it over with. Savor later.” Obviously tired of waiting for him, she latched on to his cheeks and tugged him all the way down. He fell on top of her, and her breath burst out on a gasp. He inhaled deeply, taking every molecule inside his lungs, branding himself with her essence. “This means nothing,” she said. “Less than nothing,” he lied. “I’ll hate myself later.” “I hate myself now.” She opened her mouth to reply, but he swooped in and swallowed the words.”
“Buffo come siano semplici i desideri umani quando si è perso tutto.”
“Reyes cercò di immaginare il suo sapore. Dolce, per la sua aria angelica? O amaro, per i suoi occhi diabolici?”
“«Perché fai così?»
Reyes si fermò al centro della stanza per riprendere il controllo di sé. La fitta al petto era tornata e Dolore ne assaporava ogni istante.
«Cosa devi sapere?»
«Qual è il tuo sapore.» Un altro passo.
«E quando lo sapra cosa succederà?» chiese lei con voce roca.
«Smetterò di domandarmelo, di sognarti tutte le notti, di pensarti ogni minuto durante il giorno.» Un altro passo in avanti. «Credo che anche tu te lo domandi. Anche tu mi sogni. E ti odi per questo. E mi odi per questo, ma non riesci a smettere.»”
“«Eppure sei qui, nel mio letto.» E ci sono anch'io, incapace di lasciarti andare.”
“Santo cielo, per amore divento un idiota.”
“«E se al suo ritorno, il dolore ti passerà e dovrai ricominciare a tagliarti? La vorrai ancora?»
«Mi farei tranquillamente a pezzi se solo potessi averla.»”
“Help me,” Stefano added earnestly. “In return, I’ll help you. I’ll guard you and your family until every single one of the Lords is dead. Those demons will never hurt you again. You have my word of honor.” To know her family was safe and would remain safe…She wouldn’t have cared about the terms of the deal even if she had to sign her soul over to the devil. The hope that Stefano could help her mother and sister was irresistible. The thought of revenge was overwhelming. “What do I have to do?”
“Fight this. Fight him! She tried, she really did, but a dark tunnel beckoned her, dragging her closer and closer to the edge. “Where is…my mom? My sister? Grandma?” “I’m sure they are fine.” Fingers brushed her brow, softly smoothing her hair behind her ears. “I want…to see…them. I won’t…sleep. Can’t make me. Hungry.” “I’ll feed you.” A petal-soft press of…lips? Yes, lips against the corner of her mouth. She inhaled deeply, suddenly drowning in the scent of man and spice and inexplicably happy for it. “Hate you,” she said, wishing she meant it. “I know.” He whispered directly in her ear, his warm breath traveling inside. “Sleep now, angel. You are safe. I will allow nothing else to happen to you.” She”
“I have no friends. Who are you? What are you doing here?” “Massster used to call me Legion before he called me Ssstupid Idiot.” It moved one step closer, humming with giddiness. Grinning, fangs making another appearance. “Want to play?” Legion. Interesting. “One of a thousand what?” “Minionsss.” Another step. Servants of hell, Wrath supplied with disgust. Useless, disposable, unworthy. Eat him. Aeron”
“He didn’t bother reiterating that they weren’t friends. “Why are you here, Legion?” Questions first, dinner second. Anticipation brightened those crimson eyes. “Me want to play. Will you play with me? Pleassse, pleassse, pleassse.” “Play what?” Saliva dipped from the corner of Aeron’s mouth, and he licked at it. The more he considered the option of eating his foe, the more he liked the thought of having the demon for a snack. Aeron had enough slack in his chains that he’d been able to catch and sustain himself on rats. The demon would make a tasty change. Mustard would have been nice, though. Fucking Reyes. “What game?” “Catch”
“I found the head nurse and asked her, and she said Dan has been flown back to America on account of they can take better care of him there. I asked her if he is okay, and she said, 'Yeah, if you can call two punctured lungs, a severed intestine, spinal separation, a missing foot, a truncated leg, and third degree burns over half the body okay, then he is just fine. I thanked her, and went on my way.”
“Hey, I’m not judging. I’m familiar with IT-relations. Just wait until you meet our spaceship. She’s a riot.”
“Maybe she was being so hoity-toity because she didn't have her own fairy godmother.”
“Quentin did not answer, staring at the window; then he could not tell if it was the actual window or the window's pale rectangle upon his eyelids, though after a moment it began to emerge. It began to take shape in its same curious, light, gravity-defying attitude--the once-folded sheet out of the wistaria Mississippi summer, the cigar smell, the random blowing of the fireflies. "The South," Shreve said. "The South. Jesus. No wonder you folks all outlive yourselves by years and years and years." It was becoming quite distinct. He would be able to decipher the words soon, in a moment; even almost now, now, now.
"I am older at twenty than a lot of people who have died," Quentin said.”
“The certainty that she would find what it was she sought just slipped away, until one night she knew there was nothing, no one waiting for her. That no matter how far she walked, how carefully she searched, how much she wanted to find the person she was looking for, she was alone" - The Forgotten Garden”
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