Kate Danley Quotes

It was a gorgeous day. A fucking gorgeous day. It was one of those bright, breezy, unicorn-and-puppy mornings. I mean, the unicorns weren't out yet. They tend to be more nocturnal to increase the odds of picking up virgins at nightclubs, but there were a couple pegasi kicking it overhead.

Can it, elf, or I will crush your summer fruit into a nice dinner wine." He

Watching your sadness is worse than dying. Do not die while you are still alive, my love. Do not fear to live and love again.

Within her eyes was the gratitude of the thousands of souls that knew him. He saw them. He saw the faces of the fae, the faces of the Wood. He heard their voices as they whispered in his ear of their thanks for what he had endured, for the sacrifices he had made. He felt in his being their emotions, those feelings that words could not describe. They were here because he loved without thinking. They were here because he was loved. Truly loved. True love.

Good night. Don't let the boogeyman bite"

"Mindy, there is no boogeyman, "I said as I snuggled in to bed, " I hauled Carl in years ago.

She smiled and affectionately stepped away, shifting her armor uncomfortably. The leather was still so new, it cut into her flesh. In time, it would mould to her shape and seem a second skin. But that hadn't happened yet.

Um... isn't the opportunity to hang out in my presence payment enough?" From the look on his face, I gathered the answer was a negative-on-that-one.

Her breath caught in her throat, for she heard the clatter of death waiting to fall.

Educational system in America is not as good as in China. You may be an idiot. It is hard to tell with you white people.

She smelled of spice and forbidden thoughts.

I tried to focus on the question and not the fact his cooking was better than the majority of the intimate relationships I had been in.

In losing yourself to one another, you have won.

The Wood did strange things to humans, especially humans who had a distant touch of the fae within. It turned them from ordinary people into mad hermits, cannibals who ate children thinking they were made of gingerbread, and people who swore they had been asleep for one hundred years.

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That's the thing about love, my dear. It comes when you least expect it, when you least want it, and when you have sworn to yourself you're done with such foolish dealings, POOF! There is Mr. Wonderful standing right in front of you, stealing your heart away.