Jessica Fortunato Quotes

I put my hand on my chest, a habit I never quite shook after losing my heart.

I was sick of the body count that existed around my family. It seemed statistically that eventually the body count would include my family.

The Bibbidi Bobbidi Beautiful boutique, the name filled me with dread.

I jumped between them holding my hands up in front of me to stop the onslaught. We would all sit down and figure this out as rational adults. We'd been adults for a century at least, and it should not be a problem.
It appeared to be a problem.

Your cell phone is on the nightstand. Call me immediately if something changes. I don't care if you are merely dizzy or if you start seeing pink dragons, do you understand?
I solemnly swear I will call you the second a pink dragon shows up.

You cannot have a best friend for one hundred and fifty four years without trust.

He held up his hands in surrender. "I'm not here to start trouble. I am just doing some research for my thesis."
"If you don't get out of this bar, you are going to be writing your thesis via Ouija board.

What if he can't save me? What if trying destroys us both?

Cricket's voice broke through Thomas's memory. He was reading a letter, most likely from his mother. He was trying hard to hide it, but he was tearing up.
"Captain I don't want to be here," was all he could choke out. Thomas reached over and gave Cricket's shoulder a tight squeeze.

You think me noble?" She rolled to her side facing him. "Am I saint-like? Do I slay dragons and hang the moon as well?

I screeched with frustration, which in hindsight is never okay when there are people trying to kill you.

There are no saints either. We are immortal, but not so unlike the humans as you think. We have enemies, we have duties, we hate, we struggle, and we love.

What kind of person would I be if I didn't fight for them, those who God deemed most precious?

He took her hand without question, without fear, and he never regretted it.

Living on steam isn't easy.

Thomas looked around and tried not to let his duty turn him bitter. These were good men, and he would not leave them behind. He had chosen this, an unselfish life.

Eventually the Collector from the prophecy would be born.

Truth was, I didn't really want to die today. I was in the middle of a really good book, and being alive had always worked out for me ...

You can't know how much a mother loves.

I was really putting a lot of pressure on this beer prop; it was going to distract me enough so that I didn't run around screaming like a lunatic on fire.

Her name is Emmilina. She is quite eccentric and was Thomas's best friend.

Love is a fairytale blah, blah, blah.

The Castus had become a myth to most, a shadow, but Thomas knew that every rumor was rooted in truth.