Katherine McIntyre Quotes

For a long time, Conor had known his father and Liam followed a stricter-than-average code, that their hate shone a little brighter than most, but until today, he'd never seen so clearly what fools they were and how blinded they'd become in their intolerance.

The shadows along the streets were personal, and, every passing day, they seemed to grow longer and hungrier

She's a poker player's wet dream. Sorry, sweetheart, you can't bluff for anything.

Every flutter in her chest when he sat beside her, every flush to her cheeks after a compliment, and every longer-than-average embrace would end tonight.

He'd fallen in the trap before of believing she had the cold soul of an ice queen, but moments like these, it seemed more like she'd been encased a long time ago and couldn't break free.

Sorry, one night stands don't stack up as credentials for tending bar.

He'd never forgotten the sweep of her soft mouth against his, the taste of her sweetness, like strawberries, and the way she fired his insides to life.

Since her time in the necromancer's clutches, she was still recovering lost memories from the quicksand of her mind. They'd drop like nuclear bombs, freezing her at the worst time as visuals which should've stayed forever buried bubbled to the surface.

The dreams that surfaced upon meeting up with him again winked out of existence, stars darkening for good.

A sullied green "S" stood out on a graying backdrop that made for a road marker up there. We called it the wasteland.

A chill swept through the air, the sort of graveyard kiss promising bad news to follow.

You're like an oceanic Lassie." My grin twitched on my face, threatening to tumble over into laughter again.

What I wouldn't give for a little old smuggling job.

The peach siding created a gorgeous contrast to the stucco walls and the dark-brown roof tiles - a fairytale house in a fairytale suburban neighborhood. She rolled her eyes. Too bad life had been anything but.

Alanna Carrington, head witch of the Philadelphia Coven, hurtled his way, and with her, trouble was a guarantee.

Theo heaved a sigh, not bothering to hide her irritation. "You get the satisfaction of being a decent man for once."

Silas snorted. "That's not a barter in the slightest. Offer me something worthwhile.

You've never had someone you love snatched," I shot back, annoyed by her ignorance. "Any sense of safety kind of bites it after that. You watch your back because no one else can.

While the club-kid lifestyle might've once appealed to him, after he discovered even drugs wouldn't dull his sharpened reality, he went into each round cold.

Beauty was a weapon as well, one Viola enjoyed wielding.

She was no better than the shells by her feet, tumbling this way and that at the beck and call of the waves.

Once upon a time, he might've chased her and tumbled her in the sheets with the promise of more in the future.

Despite the way she rallied, the haunted look in her eyes was enough to break him, as lost and lonely as an abandoned child's.

As she'd walked along this street, a million stars stretched across an indigo canvas, holding all the freedom she'd yearned for every night.

Wasn't allowed to have pets. I killed my pet cockroach when it crawled into my ear.

The last thing I remembered was joining the crew in a rendition of "Take to the Sky," but the rest of the time blurred after I drank absinthe with the Captain.

Blonde hair drawn into a no-nonsense bun, her new manicure the deep red of fresh blood, she'd even donned a blouse and slacks for the occasion, something Neve had forgotten Veronica owned.

Rare stories traveled of those who rose too high, the ships who sailed like Icarus towards the sun.

And like him, they crashed and burned for their arrogance.

The sharp light of the stars and moon sliced away her misconceptions and pared down their layers until the feelings that had always existed between them lay bare.

Some days, the sheer amount of enemies we attracted made me question if maybe our crew was a little too trigger happy. That maybe we'd pissed in too many pots without thinking of the consequences.

But then I remembered most folks couldn't hold to a basic code of honor if it killed them. And kill them we did.

Repeatedly.

Luckily, common sense had never been a strong suit of mine and my feet moved
faster than my brain.

We'd never talked about his parents, like he was some underwater Peter Pan.

Geoff's arm emanated with a solid warmth I longed for after our days aboard S.S.
British-Craphole.

You're coming back to me," Lana affirmed with a steadiness that didn't reflect in those eyes, the shade of sunlit meadows.

Guilt chilled me more than all of this rain combined.

Time to make herself scarce because, hell, she didn't want to pass that thunderhead on her way out.

My dad had always said to not trust something unless it's taken a tumble in the dirt. He'd meant it for people, and for things. Shiny and new didn't exist for humankind any more.

Better to leave with good memories than have the last ones be the embarrassing, smoking ruin of what once had been a fantastic friendship.

That's me, keeping things bitchy from open to close." I turned around and gave him my customer service smile.

This year had been one for the books. And by that, Jason meant a book that got doused in gasoline, set on fire, and kicked over a cliff.

Like a firework, a person's life flashed brightest right before expiration.

This one sank deep into her marrow and made her heart soar like the shuttles piercing the stratosphere.

The choice lay out for me. Stay on land or plunge into the icy depths of the sea.

I always chose the sea.

Took long enough," she called out, not wanting to admit how the sight of him made her throat hitch, how the man was so gorgeous she lost her mind. "I thought you drowned in the mirror from staring into your reflection too long.

When honor and glory get your squad killed and your brothers-in-arms shoved under the rug, you stop believing in the terms.

They shot one of ours." The lines deepened around his grey eyes. "I'd waste the whole army for spilling a drop of my crew's blood.

Electricity sparked between them at the touch, and she savored the way he made her yearn. How the crush of their lips together inspired revelations.

In the thick of the woods with a carpet of matted needles, the sharp scent of pine, and the fragrant breezes of a winter wind, she was home.

He leveled his gaze on her - the intensity there whispering promises she couldn't fathom - and she shivered.

You took so long I got bored." She widened her smile, teeth showing. "Next time freshen up quicker, princess.

Feeling a little calmer?" she asked, leaning against the desk again.

Dax snorted. "Mellow as anything. I'm ready to curl up and take a nap now. Don't mind if I purr.

His heat warmed her, even as her insides turned to ice.

Worse, this wasn't the usual online date where she could excuse herself if the guy wasn't her flavor of ice cream.

As the sky faded to night, her anger dissipated - but not in a healing way, just dulled, like forged iron sizzling in a cold pail of water.

The Cottage Diner's homey lights glowed onto black asphalt which just sucked up the beams to spit out more shadows.

Finn pulled away from her mouth to look at Navi, her full lips swollen and a dusky flush on her cheeks. "Do or die time, babe," he murmured against her mouth. "You let this beast off the leash and I'm not going to stop."

Her mouth curled into a sensual smile, and her hazel eyes glowed with the challenge. "Do your worst, Finn Kelly.

Don't worry. I don't plan on making homelessness my career.

Here to arrest me, handsome?" the woman asked, a smirk on her lips as if she wasn't staring down the end of a barrel.

I sent a silent prayer up to the Phoenix to keep her safe a little longer, because I would tear the shifters limb for limb until I got my baby sister back.

We deal with so many nightmares on a regular basis. When I'm watching a horror movie, there's a pattern, a sense of control in them. I'm just an observer, not having to deal with any of the repercussions. It's a nice dream to think monsters play by the rules, that they've got a pattern you can unlock and follow. Real life's messy, and the chaos leaves you devastated in the wake.

The jury's still out on your level of intellect. After all, you signed up with Evil Incorporated in the first place.

Because one look into his eyes, and she was drowning in what existed there and didn't want to surface.

You promoted me for my ruthless stubbornness and dog-headed determination, not my tech savvy. Plus, I'm a damn good shot.

Flirt with the old ladies and you'll be fine," I muttered, shoving my stuff into the cubby.

He hung his green hoodie on the hooks right beside me. "Is that how you get by?"

"Doesn't work on the old ladies for me, but the old men on the other hand?" I paused and glanced at my nails. "Yeah, doesn't work on them either.

He knew too well the sting of loneliness and how over time it stole you away, piece by piece, until a mere shell remained.

Now, now." I placed a hand on his back. "Jealousy colors you black, Geoff. If you
wanted to be a pretty princess too, I would have bought you a crown. I'll be back soon.

He looked so frustrated and perfectly serious, and yet here we were talking about his missing seal pelt.

You know, stealing someone's kill is bad form," he complained, cutting through the quiet tension.

If you're supposed to work with someone, I'd recommend not getting all hot and bothered with them the night before. The word of the day was "tense.

My hands trembled, so I took a deep drag to calm my frayed nerves. I just wanted to forget that terrible sight, but questions multiplied in my mind as the smoke furled.

Truth be told, loneliness had seeped into her bones with the passing of time until it had become her normal way of life.

Perhaps if he stumbled onto a bath and a tailor he could even be considered handsome.

Daughters aren't trash you can toss away, Dad. I had to deal with the mess you left.

Because if I fell any deeper for the way his eyes crinkled with his smile or his habit of tapping on his nose to emphasize a point, my ship would be sunk.

The cherries on the ends of our cigarettes burned a bright orange against the surrounding shadows, like the stirring of embers, waiting for the phoenix to rise.

You heard Alanna. Someone's got to be on you at all times." His dark eyes glinted with a hot sort of mischief, his double entendre clear as day.

The doubts ached in my bones like the deadening crawl of an icy night, and my gun trembled from my unsteady arm.

All right boys, let's sail away! Show those bastards how airship pirates fly a ship!

He might have perfect form and better swordsmanship, but I had one thing on my
side that stacked the deck in my favor. I was absolutely crazy.

Whatever crimes this man had committed, they weren't as egregious as his inflated self-image.

Go figure, that happened to be his same style of flirtation as well - annoy her half to death until, before she could stop herself, she confessed her deep darks and bonded with him to a degree she never had before.

Too late; my awkwardness had already made an unforgettable appearance, so, of course, I couldn't be let off the hook.

Zane Parata," she said, settling into the seat opposite him. "I thought you'd gotten swallowed up in a twister and settled among the indigenous people of Oz.

The night had darkened to the murky sort where the air hung like descending clouds and the overhead branches made the liquid darkness even more impenetrable.

Legendary manners there, Karim," she commented, her voice calm. "Your mother teach you?"

"I was taught the advantage of surprise," he responded as he walked over to her massive desk.

Save the sugar for some other girl. This one's had it up to here with people in general.

Despite the cold chill, she burned inside with a hunger she didn't want to dismiss. Not tonight.

Those angels you've painted in your mind wouldn't last for a moment on the streets of London, Mother," Ellie called out to her. "We're the devils who stepped in to replace them.

Everyone's searching for someone to end the pain of loneliness. Even the darkest of souls wants a shot at redemption.

They'd sat under the starlight and shared quiet conversation and had both read together during the day, happy amidst all of nature's splendor. On the days the urge to run away grew too strong to bear, she remembered for dear life.

She glanced outside at the sky, filled with clouds and smog. All the pollution, all that hell - even the stars didn't stand a chance.