Jordan L. Hawk Quotes

If the director fired everyone here who might go mad, half the museum would be depopulated", Christine replied. She exaggerated, of course - I felt fairly confident less than a quarter of those who worked here could reasonably be said to have taken leave of their sanity at some point or another. The library staff would be rather decimated, though.

Don't sit down just yet, Whyborne," the director ordered, motioning me to the front of the room. "We've a bit of business concerning you before the meeting."
I couldn't possibly imagine what business would concern me. I'd dedicated my entire life to making sure business didn't concern me whenever possible.

He brushed a kiss across my lips, there and gone before I could gather myself to respond.
'Come now my dear. Let's have breakfast."

"Yes." There was a golden bubble in my chest, pushing out against my ribs.
"Thank you for being patient with me."

His smile turned the gloomy morning to pure sunshine. "You're worth it.

He was a man's man, despite his vocation; after all, he studied American history. A litany of red-blooded patriots, fighting savages and redcoats alike, taming the wilderness, proving their worth with bulging sinews and roaring guns.

It knew him. And it loved him, without reservation or condition. He didn't have to do anything to earn its affection, or even to keep it. It loved him, always had, always would, and such was simply the way of things.

Then the town will rise to his hand," I whispered. "One for the sea, and one for the land.

I believe we are surrounded," Gray informs Tiffany, who is nearest to him.
"No shit, Sherlock."
"My name is Gray.

She kept leaning farther and farther forward, and I became concerned her bodice wasn't up to the task of containing her bounty.

I'm glad," she said with sudden fierceness, and her raptor gaze unexpectedly pierced me. "Even if nothing lurks beneath the surface of the world but madness, I'm glad to know there is something more. That this isn't everything.

Strange, how much harder it was to expose my heart than it had been my body.

Christine seems more the type to shoot you in the chest than stab you in the back.

I hope I'm not disturbing anything," he said with a smile.
"Just considering what birthday games Whyborne will be missing out on thanks to this wretched idea of the director's," she replied cheerfully. "I've gotten to Blind Man's Duff."
Griffin laughed. "How about Pin the Tail on -"
"Would you two stop?

I had dedicated my life to words. But sometimes, words are not needed.

What if I want you forever?

If we cannot find models in our past, we must try to build a future where they can exist, and devil take anyone who tries to tell us we can't.

Perhaps he simply couldn't imagine anyone would stay with a man who wasn't entirely whole. Who had been broken, and hadn't managed to put all the pieces back together.

I wasn't strong, or brave, or anything really. But he made me want to be.

Rule by cats, that's what we really need. My first decree would be for more naps." "And

The explosion was deafening; a huge cloud of fire rolled out the window after us, its immense heat brushing my face as we tumbled into the snow.

We hit the ground and rolled. Flaming debris from the house came down around us; Griffin shoved me flat on my back, covering us both with his heavy coat.

The echoes of the explosion reflected back across the river, then slowly dwindled away, like dying thunder. The leaping flames threw warm light onto the falling snow, turning it into a storm of sparks pouring down from the heavens.

Griffin started to push himself off of me, then stoped. His hands were braced on either side of my shoulders, his legs twined with mine. Mt heart pounded, my palms sweated, and I was suddenly, acutely aware of how close his face was to mine.

"You're a madman," he whispered. "An utter madman."

"Perhaps," I allowed. "But it worked."

The leaping light from the burning house painted his features in gold, highlighting his patrician nose and finding threads of brown and blue in his green eyes. His pupils widened, the irises contracting to silver. "Whatever am I going to do with you?" he murmured.

The warmth of his breath feathered over my skin. Heat collected in my groin, my lips. My mouth was dry, my voice hoarse, and perhaps he was right and it was madness when I whispered, "Whatever you want."

A shiver went through his body, perhaps because we were lying on the col

My entire view of the world has changed," he muttered as he went to the sink and began to scrub at the plates. "Sorcery, entities from the Outside, fish-men in my family tree, I can accept. Mr. Farr and Mr. Durfree as lovers crosses the line.

You blind me, my dear, with your fire. Carefully controlled, directed only into the outlets you allow, but otherwise left to boil beneath the surface. You're like a bottle of fine champagne, yearning to be opened. Year after year, the pressure building slowly, with no release. And ever since I met you, all I could think was what it would take to make... you... pop.

My dearest Pudding pie" I read aloud.
"Yes, my little turnip?"
"Hilarious," I muttered. "If you ever call me anything of the sort again we shall have words.

I'd never cared what anyone thought of me before. Everyone already considered me odd, but I'd accepted my fate even before I reached adulthood. I wasn't athletic enough, or competitive enough, or manly enough; I was too bookish, too quiet, too awkward.

I returned from Boston and rallied my fellow librarians to defend the town," Quinn replied, as if the answer should have been obvious. He offered me a small bow from his seat. "The librarians are at your disposal, Widdershins. We will fight to the last man.

No," he repeated in between kisses. "I can't stand the thought of anyone else's hands on you.

Our two chairs were drawn up to the fire; a stack of scholarly books beside his and the latest volume of The Casebook of Simon Feximal by mine. Our cat Saul curled on the couch; he opened one sleepy eye at our entrance, then closed it again. The

They could spend their time hunting demons and copulating, and everything would be perfect.
"You really don't ask much out of life, do you?"
And yet I still do not receive it.

I seldom ate out, both for reasons of economy and because I feared someone might try to speak to me.

Ival!" Griffin screamed, raw and broken, and if I'd ever doubted he loved me, I doubted it no longer.

Yes. I wish to be with you until the breath leaves my body, until the last stars burn out, and the earth falls into the dying sun.

Th-that would be indecent." "I'm an indecent fellow," he murmured in my ear, even as his hand stole down to cup me through my trousers. "And you like it.