Elizabeth Hunter Quotes

Ox ran a finger along the spines of the new books. "You got me hooked on reading again and now I don't have enough time.

I don't think people take librarians quite that seriously anymore.

So when life breaks you pick up the pieces and keep moving. Otherwise, you stay broken. And instead of being a survivor, you're always a victim.

Well, aren't you full of shit! Also, Caspar and I will gossip about anything we please.

Are you being a guidance counselor again? Stop playing with your food.

He was my friend." Cary blinked hard. "And I miss him, but that doesn't keep me from wanting you. Or recognizing what's been growing here for years.

I hoped," he heard her whisper. "I didn't know, but I

When you fall in love with me, you're going to love me madly. Completely. Because that's who you are.

Emmie Elliot, as a friend and a work associate, I am very respectfully asking you to sexually harass the hell out of me.

So you are the scribes that nobody and everybody is talking about," Konrad said.
"I don't know about that," Malachi said. "I'm not much for gossip."
"Oh, we eminent politicians don't call it gossip, Malachi. We call it 'intelligence.

Ah," Caspar exclaimed when he walked into the kitchen. "The grey is a good choice. Makes you look much less demon-of-the-night."
"Please, Caspar," he implored. "A date with a live woman. Soon.

How did you make a choice between the life you always wanted and the life you never imagined you'd want?

But good Lord, how could Tom possibly keep the interest of a woman who spoke six languages? He barely spoke one. You

Nothing's inexplicable. Just not explained yet.

[O]ne should never wait for life. Dare to live dangerously. You never know what mysteries could be waiting in the shadows.

Gemma told me that women like being courted, so please read the following reasons that you should marry me. (I only included five. I didn't want to overwhelm you.) And yes, I realize this isn't a traditional courtship. It'll work anyway; I'm irresistible.

She does not faint at my touch. She might not faint, but swooning was a definite possibility if he kept drawing on her skin like that.

Do you know what loving you would mean for me? For my life?" "Yes." He kissed her lips gently, then he whispered in her ear, "Love me anyway." "Baojia,

Where I prosper is my home." "Do

Give it a chance. Us. This." He swallowed the odd lump in his throat. "Whatever it is, it's new for me too.

Love is the foundation of strength.

As you getting weird about the two of us again?" Cary crossed his arms over his chest. "Just give me a heads up if you're going to freak out, and I'll plan my response accordingly.

But sometimes, minding your own business isn't the right thing to do. Sometimes, you need to confront the evil in the world. I tried to ignore that for too long and people got hurt.

He thought that all human religion and philosophy could be reconciled. That the quest for knowledge was the highest good; and that somewhere, between all the wars and debate, there was some universal truth he could discover which would bring humanity together.

How some woman hadn't convinced Ollie to marry her solely so she could get custody of Grandma Campbell's kitchen was a mystery to Allie.

She glared at Tensin. "Thanks, that's reassuring."
Tensin shrugged. "It should be. I've been alive over five thousand years. If there's one thing predictable about the male of the species, it's their sex drive and their fascination with fire."
Beatrice snorted. "That's it, huh?"
"Most advances in technology occur because they're either trying to impress women or blow things up. It's as predictable as the sunrise.

Quick sip of her diet soda before she

Chloe Reardon was everything that made Gavin feel like living again, but for the first time in 120 years, he found something he couldn't win in trade.
He couldn't buy her.
He couldn't barter for her.
He wanted to seduce her – fucking hell, he wanted to seduce her.
But more, he wanted her to be his

Remember," she whispered, "it's only when the night is darkest that you can see the light of the stars.

Don't you realize how I adore you? ... But I couldn't steal the life of a girl when I wanted a woman's love. I wanted you to have a choice, not an infatuation.

We're all immortal, Ava, as long as someone tells our stories.

I'm back, Beatrice. I'm back for you, and I'm not going anywhere. You're not a girl anymore, so run home for now but know that I'll see you again tomorrow. And I'm not leaving you again.

But the wine had muffled the voices, making it harder for her to read the intentions of the man sitting next to her.

That night, she was neglecting her pen in favor of rereading one of the most-favored books in her library. It was a small volume that had appeared mysteriously when she was only fifteen. Josephine still had no idea who had gifted her the lovely horror of Carmilla, but she owed her nameless benefactor an enormous debt. Her personal guess was a briefly employed footman who had seen her reading her mother's well-worn copy of The Mysteries of Udolpho and confessed his own forbidden love of Poe. The slim volume of Le Fanu's Gothic horror stories had been hidden well into adulthood. As it wasn't her father's habit to investigate her reading choices, concealment might have been more for dramatic effect than real fear of discovery. Josephine read by lamplight, curled into an old chaise and basking in the sweet isolation of darkness as she mouthed well-loved passages from her favorite vampire tale.

"For some nights I slept profoundly; but still every morning I felt the same lassitude, and a languor weighed upon me all day. I felt myself a changed girl. A strange melancholy was stealing over me, a melancholy that I would not have interrupted. Dim thoughts of death began to open, and an idea that I was slowly sinking took gentle, and, somehow, not unwelcome possession of me."

She slammed the book shut. How had she turned so morbid? For while Josephine had long known she would not live to old age, she thought she had resigned herself to it. She made a point of figh

Love," he whispered in Italian, "is a single soul inhabiting two bodies".

And she heart began to pound.

I should be able to get her to you by dawn."
"Good."
"And yes, you will be somewhere very secluded."
"Good."
"Do me a favour, though, and try not to break any retaining walls, please."
He smirked. "I'll try my best, but I can't make any promises."
"You know what? You're just going to buy this house from me. It's sure to sustain damage, and I'll never get the mental pictures out of my mind."
"Done."
"It's not her, mind you. Picturing her--"
"It's very important that you shut up now, Gavin.

I will earn the woman's love, if I have lost the girl's.

We're all frightened sometimes." Leo's voice was barely over a whisper. "But you don't run away. You never run away.

She sighed and looked at him sympathetically. 'Cool flame tricks aside, there's no competition.'
He lifted his eyebrow. 'Library wins?'
'Every single time.

Are you ... a time traveler? Alien?" She shot him a crooked smile. "Unexpectedly hitching a ride in a blue police call box?

Do not pity me, Beatrice De Novo. My life has been as fate dictated, and now I am master of it. Do not waste your regret on the past.

Hey," she whispered to Malachi. "When are Irin considered adults?"

He was following what looked to be a quiet argument between Sari and Mala. "Full adults? Around sixty to seventy-five years. When we're finished with our training. Why?"

She flushed. Wow.

"So, you're quite the cradle robber, aren't you?"

Malachi turned to her abruptly. "What? No, I'm not."

"I'm not even thirty. That's like... a teenager to you guys."

She could see the flush crawl up his neck, even behind the beard. "You're human. You mature differently."

"But I'm not really human."

His shoulders were stiff and his posture screamed his discomfort. It was really a shame Ava found teasing him to be so amusing.

"I mean, what would your mom say if she found out you were mated-and I mean well and thoroughly mated- to what she would basically consider a kid?"

He wiped a hand over his forehead. "Heaven above, please stop talking."

"So are we going to stop fooling around now?"

He groaned. "Ava."

"I'm just yanking your chain."

"You're going to have to speak up, because the mental lecture my mother's memory is giving me right now is rather loud.

He also knew the quickest way to win a fight was to avoid one in the first place.

Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyeilding as the grave. It burns like a blazing fire, like a mighty flame. Song of Solomon 8:6

A beautiful garden and a beautiful woman have much in common. They both bring peace and tranquillity to the man who is fortunate enough to possess them."

Rachel was silent. To be possessed by Jeronimo was a dream she could never aspire to, but she would remember his words for ever.

She kissed him and threw her leg over his hips. "This is giving me all kinds of ideas."
"Keep your ideas to yourself tonight," he muttered. "I'm being good, but I'm not that good."
"No." She pulled back and looked into his eyes. "You're not good. You're great. I'm sorry it took me so long to see that."
I am yours.
I am yours.
I am so yours.
Cary cupped her cheek in his hand and stared at her. He rubbed his thumb over her lips. I love you like crazy, Melissa Rhodes.

Ever her protector, the doctor understood the slim girl needed the dark and twisted stories that made her feel not quite as alone when she read them.

Have you seen what Gio's wearing? Is it tights? Please tell me it's tights."
"Should it weird me out that you want to ogle my husband's ass in a pair of tights?"
Dez just shook her head. "Not appreciating that ass would be like walking through the Sistine Chapel and not looking up.

Nothing will inflame your enemies more than your silence. Give them nothing. Nothing to accuse you with. Nothing to condemn you. Let your actions speak for themselves. Never talk to an enemy, but listen always.

And I suggest we get there before nightfall, 'cause that's when the monsters come out."
"Monsters?" …
"Yeah, monsters. And my boyfriend? He's the scariest one.

She wrote her stories, and they were read and enjoyed - or so Lenore claimed - by many. Josephine enjoyed quiet society and music and books and gardening.

Tall, blond, and immortal." "Viking vampire assassins," Murphy said, barely stifling a sneer. "Sounds like the subject of a bad romance novel." "I disagree," Carwyn said. "That sounds like a rather excellent romance novel.

Tell the truth, Giovanni Vecchio." A mischievous look came to her eye. "You have a butler, a cool car, and I've only ever seen you at night ... "
He froze, tension suddenly evident in the set of his shoulders. Beatrice leaned closer and whispered, "You're Batman, aren't you?

I've spent five hundred years waiting to feel toward anyone the way I feel toward you.

You gonna tuck me in?"
She stifled the grin. Opportunistic, determined idiot. "You gonna behave?"
"Define 'behave.

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What did Plato say?" "He said, 'It is only the dead who have seen the end of war.'" "And

You will always rebel," he whispered in her ear. "Against power. Against control. Against the will of others. It is in your very blood, Ava. I may have fallen, but you ripped the threads of heaven itself to get what you wanted.

Pride, my friends, is the deadliest of fires. While other flames burn the surface, pride burns from within. It works its way from the heart until it consumes you. And like any fire, it will eat its prey until it is smothered or quenched.

When I tell you to take guards, fucking take guards. These bastards owe me their fucking loyalty for a reason and if I tell them to hold your fucking handbag and paint your toenails, they'll bloody to it!" He spun at the guard who was standing silently by the door. "If you ever paint her toenails, I'll fucking kill you.

His breath tickled the hair at her temple. "Talk to me."
She shook her head.
"Then tell me to leave you alone."
I can't.

She cried for the guilt of not being able to love Mano the way he deserved. She cried for the lies she had told him and herself for so many years. And she cried because she already missed him.

Tell the truth, why aren't you going to kill me?"
...
"Because she is.

She sniffed again. "If I become a vampire, will I stop crying every time I get pissed off? Because that would be definite mark in the plus column."
Carwyn chuckled. "I've no idea, but your tears would be kind of pink. Very ... cute."
"Great," she swiped at her cheeks that were dusted with salty frost. "So I'd look stupid and I'd stain my clothes.

I want you ... More than I have ever wanted any woman in a thousand years.

Ubi amo, ibi patria. Where I love. there is my home.

One soul. Two bodies. My soul recognized its own. That is why I love you as I do. All the mysteries. All the secrets. That is the one truth we can hold to.

It's not paranoia if they are actually trying to kill you.

Never underestimate the fury of an angry mother, Caspar. They're the most vicious creatures in the world.

"Pounding steps approached in the night. Malachi appeared out of the black, shirtless and dripping despite the cool evening air. (He was out for a run and just returned.) His talesm seemed to glow when he caught sight of her, a low sliver light in the darkness. He said nothing, shooting Rhys a glare as he walked past them and into the house.

'Has he kissed you?' Rhys asked when Malachi was gone.
'Yes, on the island.'
'Was it more than fine?' (She had described Rhy's kiss as 'fine' previous to this scene.)
Her breath left her body in a rush of memories. 'So much more than fine.'
He nudged her shoulder with his own. 'Then don't be stubborn, go to him.'

Fifteen minutes and another glass of wine later, Ava knocked on his door. Malachi opened it, holding a towel. He'd showered, and a few drops of water still clung to his tanned shoulders. He wore a pair of loose pants and a guarded expression.
'What do you want?'
'I kissed Rhys.'
Now she knew she wasn't imagining it. The tattoos pulsed silver in the dim light of the hall. Ava forced her eyes back to Malachi's face which was locked down tight. Only a tic in his jaw told Ava her words have even been heard.
His voice was low and thick with tension. 'Get that out of your system?'
'Felt a little like kissing my brother.'
He dropped the towel and tugged her into the room.'This won't' "

Oh, wow."
"What do you think?"
"I tried to imagine, but
I mean ... it's so much more
"
"Think it's large enough to keep you satisfied for a while?"
"It's so much bigger than I expected"
He backed away, leaving Beatrice to gaze in wonder at the library that took up half of the second floor.
"I think I'll just leave you two alone for a bit," he said with a chuckle.

"What do you think?"
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Aristotle said 'anyone can become angry, but to be angry with the right person and to the right degree, and at the right time. For the right purpose and in the right way - is not within every man's power.

Far be it from me to keep a woman from her book. That could become dangerous

He moved heaven and earth to find you, darling girl.

I'll have all of you. Do you understand? All of you. Till I live in your blood.

In England you learn only to compete with your men in the world and it's not enough to be loved for yourselves because you are women. I shall try to learn of you, but you must try to learn from me, convenido?

She unbuckled her seatbelt and scooted closer to him, laying her head on his shoulder. "Don't crash."
"Don't do anything crazy and I'll do my best."
"Was that a veiled reference to road head?"
He shook his head and tried unsuccessfully to smother a smile. "Woman, you have a dirty mind."
"I read a lot of romance novels. They're good for the imagination."
"I'll remember that.

What do you want from me, Carwyn?"
"Many things." A lazy smile spread over his face. "But tonight, I want to hold you, and kiss you, and tell you that I love you as often as I like.

Even a fool is counted wise when he holds his tongue.

Everything happens for a reason. Life. Death. Suffering and joy. There is a frightening beauty in all this that I don't want to lose, even if there's pain, too.

We can't do this."
"Fuck that," he growled. "We already are."
She shook her head.
"Stop lying to yourself," he said. "What are you so damn afraid of?"
"Afraid?" A Bitter laugh burst from her. "Oh…you have no idea." She turned and started walking back to her car.
"Fine!" He yelled. "Walk away, but don't pretend like this is finished, because it's not.

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Was that on your husband profile right under your ability to burn pasta? Because, I'll be honest, anything after the description of your sexual skills I just skipped over.

Don't find a nice guy. You'd get bored, and he wouldn't know what to do with you. So ... yeah, be pissed at me if you want, but you
you're one-of-a-kind ... " He paused, unsure of what he was really trying to say. "So just find a guy that gets that, you know?" He rolled his eyes at the longest voicemail in history. "Or just ignore me, because it's none of my business, anyway.

I'm sorry. He's driving me a little crazy this morning." "That's their job, dear. Sari's grandfather was a menace." She looked up with a smile. "And yet we love them.

I HATE you," she told her sister over the speakerphone in her secure wing of Brigid and Carwyn's house. "No, you don't." "I do." "What did Murphy do?" "Nothing." Except kiss me in Galway and remind me that I miss him like a lost limb. Stare at me during the opera as if he'd eat me alive in the most pleasurable way possible. Show off his intellect, which has always been the most attractive thing about him. "Patrick Murphy has been a complete gentleman," she said. "Unerringly polite and respectful. Painfully welcoming." Anne heard Mary suck on her cigarette and release a breath. "Hateful man. That would irritate the piss out of me.

And wordlessly opened the small chest of drawers was filled with pure white clothes.

Do you realise ... " she whispered. "Do you know what loving you would mean for me? For my life?"
"Yes." He kissed her lips gently, then he whispered in her ear, "Love me anyway.