Molly Ringle Quotes

I've given her signs! I've given her plenty of signs. What does she want me to do? Slap him across the face with my glove, and challenge him to pistols at dawn?

Look, in Britspeak, I 'fancy' her.

It had to unleash some invisible magic, he thought; Hades and Persephone, joining together again within these black and holy stone walls, for the first time in millennia. As they indulged in enjoying one another, how could they not be reactivating some power within the Earth itself? Surely they were at least bringing autumn storm clouds rolling and thundering over the Mediterranean.
But probably every boy felt that way when finally in bed caressing the girl he loved.

She re-read his email four times, feeling offended and breathless, like he had casually grabbed her head and stuffed it into a pile of wet leaves.

That was how people got through life, he supposed: by acknowledging death and telling it, Not today.

Yes, he knew it was crazy to be this obsessed over an encounter that had taken up maybe sixty seconds of his life. (Or had it been an hour and sixty seconds?) But what an encounter. His fingers still felt the bones and flesh through her sweater, his tongue still tasted her mysterious bitter-greens mouth, her voice still haunted him with that whispered 'Help me.

Ah, mate. My soul loves yours. It does. But this lifetime, my body won't get on board.

Did you look up 'incubus'?" Ren asked, in her ear. She heard a smile in his voice.

"Yes. Let's see, 'a lascivious spirit supposed to have sexual intercourse with women in their sleep,' if I remember right."

"There. And you thought it wasn't possible. It's common enough they actually had to make up a word for it."

"Well, if you've been doing that, then you must have been discreet, because I sure haven't noticed."

"It's not my preferred method," he said. "I always wake them up first.

She knew nothing of Ren except his name, his aptitude with vocabulary, the fact that he wasn't in college, and the way his hair narrowed to a curling point at the nape of his neck. And she hadn't even realized she knew that last thing until now.

You will come to the woods and choose your mate.

Disheartened, enraptured, and strangely lightheaded, Grady emerged from the trees and walked back through town to the island bridge, his ankles and hands marked up with thorn scratches.

I had an absurd desire to go down to her and make sure she was all right, and stay with her until dawn. I also had a fierce wish to bludgeon the two frat boys to death with a shovel.

Fine, I'm a stalker, FINE.

Niko popped a spare slice of bacon in his mouth, chewing it up contentedly. "I hate being a soul, being dead. You know what I hate most about it?"
"No sex?" Sophie guessed.
"That's what I hate second most about it. No, what I hate most is - "
"That you can't lie," Adrian cut in.
Niko lifted his eyebrows at him, impressed. "You do know me. Exactly right."
"And no bacon," Freya added.

You're going to kidnap me again?"
Adrian tried a smile. "No, I'll ask you if you *want* to be kidnapped again.

No, her I brought back because ... " Niko lifted his chin toward the moon. "She's magical."
"I get that, if by 'magical' you mean 'hot.'"
"I also mean magical.

Did I mention really, really jealous.

For the first month of Ricardo and Felicity's affair, they greeted one another at every stolen rendezvous with a kiss
a lengthy, ravenous kiss, Ricardo lapping and sucking at Felicity's mouth as if she were a giant cage-mounted water bottle and he were the world's thirstiest gerbil.

She just kept staring at her," she lamented. "Like I wasn't even there."
... "The trouble with lesbian love triangles is you can't tell which 'she' and which 'her' we're talking about.

"There's really no way I can explain it to her without *still* sounding like scum," I complained to Sinter.
"The 'sympathy shack-up' doesn't score many points," he agreed.
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But the thought of New Zealand instantly sent her mind to Watson, the possibly-Australian, possibly-Kiwi, definitely paranormal young fellow with videos of dead guys on his phone.

And he had a dog, a nice dog. He couldn't be too evil or dangerous if he had such a great dog.

Did you call me here just to deliver this monologue? Did I need to be here?

Everything about him was turning out to be so much more accessible than she had thought. Spark by spark, the fire of the lofty star was going out, revealing a warm and completely lovable earthling under its glare.

Do I want to know why you're so informed about spyware?" she asked.
Nikolaos gave her a charming, dazzling smile. "No, my dear. You do not.

You're being nicer to me than I've been to you lately," I said.
"Yes, I am. But then, Hitler was nicer to Poland than you've been to me lately.

So we came to say hello. To the world's grouchiest person. Because that's such fun.

Sinter: And if there's anything you want from London let me know. I'll send it

Andy: Really, you'd ship over Tom Hiddleston? That's sweet

Enjoying your Christmas in the land of the dead? Fun and different, right?

Another lesson to file away about Scotland: insulting other people in a childish manner was the national pastime.