April Genevieve Tucholke · 247 pages
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“When you look into the darkness, the darkness looks into you.”
“Revenge. Justice. Love. They are the three stories that all other stories are made up of. It's the trifecta.”
“Wink wasn't a villain.
She wasn't a hero.
People aren't just one thing. They never, ever are.
Wink was flesh and blood.
She was bad.
And she was good.
She was real.”
“All good Heroes are scared, if they know the evil they face.”
“You just have to eat a strawberry and then wait for tomorrow.”
“All the strangest things are true.”
“Wink kissed deep. Deep as a dark, misty, forest path. One that lead to blood and love and death and monsters.”
“I'd never get the sound of her screams out of my head, or my heart.
Is this what it meant to be the hero?”
“Leaf once told me that there was absolutely no difference between the Orphans’ fairy tales and the nose on my face, because both were only as real as I thought they were.”
“I used to think that I needed to be part of a story, a big story, one with trials and villains and temptations and rewards. That's how I would conquer it, conquer death."
She sighed again, and nestled in closer to me. "All that matters, in the end, is the little things. The way Mim says my name to wake me up in the morning. The way Bee's hand feels in mine. The way the sun cast my shadow across the yard yesterday. The way your cheeks flush when we kiss. The smell of hay and the taste of strawberries and the feel of fresh black dirt between my toes. This is what matters, Midnight.”
“For your sake I have braved the glen, and had to do with goblin merchant men. Eat me, drink me, love me. Hero, Wolf, make much of me. With clasping arms and cautioning lips, with tingling cheeks and fingertips, cooing all together.”
“Did you think that if you created a fairy tale and made all of us play along, made me defeat a monster and become a hero...you'd have a happy ending, like a princess in a hayloft story?”
“A veces, la gente simplemente se va, Midnight. Se dan cuenta de que están en el camino equivocado o en la historia equivocada, y se marchan en medio de la noche y no regresan más.”
“All good Heroes are scared, if they know the evil they face. Briggs”
“That girl made me feel like I was dreaming. Broad daylight dreaming.”
“Sometimes people just leave, Midnight. They realize they are on the wrong path, or that they are in the wrong story, and they just go off in the middle of the night and leave.” Here”
“We ate the berries ripe and juicy and hot from the sun, like Laura and Lizzie at the Goblin Market, For your sake I have braved the glen, and had to do with goblin merchant men. Eat me, drink me, love me. Hero, Wolf, make much of me. With clasping arms and cautioning lips, with tingling cheeks and fingertips, cooing all together.”
“And eventually I realized that the reason I felt so peaceful was because Wink wasn’t taking stock. She wasn’t trying to figure out if I was sexy, or cool, or funny, or popular. She just stood in front of me and let me keep on being whoever I really was. And no one had ever done that for me before, except maybe my parents,”
“When you look into the darkness, the darkness looks into you. I”
“The sun was streaming in the hayloft opening, low and hazy. Which was the only way I could tell how late it was. Time seemed to have stopped entirely. I hadn’t had a day go by so dreamily, so lazily, since I was a little kid. Since before I understood the concept of time.”
“Maar morgen zal het beter zijn. Eet maar een aardbei en wacht tot het morgen is.”
“انتقام.
عدالت.
عشق.
اینها سه داستانی هستند که تمام داستانها از آنها ساخته شدهاند. سه رکن اصلی و درست به همین ترتیب. مثل سوپ درست کردن برای یتیمهاست. باید ابتدا با پیاز شروع کنید، سپس کرفس و بعد هویج. آنها را قطعه قطعه میکنید و داخل قابلمه میریزید و میپزید. هرچیزی که بعد از این سه داخل قابلمه میریزید بقیهی محتویات هستند. داستانها هم همینطور هستند.”
“Dad wouldn't bother me if my door was closed. He respected privacy. Privacy was like gold to him, as in worth it's weight. He wanted it, and so he gave it to others freely, and without question”
“Poppy was saying my name over and over in the drippy sweet voice that had once set me on fire and now just made me feel cold.”
“No self-respecting wolf would eat a rodent - though we might've been able to use your teeth as decorations," Andrew said with a straight face.
Teijan hissed out a very unratlike snarl. "Why the hell do I bother to talk to you?"
"Hawke thinks I give you cheese." He pulled a small, foil-wrapped wedge out of his pocket. "Here you go"
"*** you" But the Rat alpha was laughing.”
“Don't you know, you idiot, that that is what every fool of a woman says about her child?
Miss Bulstrode's thoughts.”
“She’d always imagined life would get better as she grew older. She would get wiser, discover things, make friends, find the way to her own happiness and out of the misery. Now she realized it wouldn’t happen. She’d been born cursed and would die cursed and never understand why. There was nothing to hope for, no happiness ahead. ”
“Then he started fucking, his hips pistoning in a relentless tempo, his long thick cock plunging and withdrawing from root to tip in rapid-fire thrusts. Supporting his weight entirely with his arms and the tips of his toes, he powered into me, his rigid penis nailing me straight into the mattress. I came so hard my vision went black, my body seized with pleasure so intense I was locked in it, suspended in the powerful waves of erotic sensation. I was inundated by the ferocious surge of my climax. My skin tingled from head to toe. Gideon paused on a downstroke, grinding into me, giving my body the steely length of his penis to grasp. My sex spasmed ecstatically around that delicious hardness, gripping him hungrily. “Fuck,” Gideon bit out, “you’re milking my dick so hard.” I shook violently, fighting to breathe. The moment I sagged into the mattress, replete, Gideon pulled his cock out of my trembling slit and left the bed. Bereft, I lifted a hand to him. “Where are you going?” “Hang on.” He shoved his boxer briefs all the way off. He was still hard, his cock rising high and proud, slick from my orgasm—but I wasn’t wet with his. “You didn’t come.” I was too languid to help when he stripped me of my underwear. Sliding a hand beneath my back, he lifted me and whipped my shirt over my head. His”
“You don’t kiss the correct way,” she blurted out.”
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