Penelope Fletcher Quotes

I had stood and stared at the webbing of steel then wished for a hole to climb through. The wires had just unraveled without setting off the klaxon. I remembered thinking with a horrible kind of panic that I had somehow done withcraft, and was convinced I was the blackest kind of evil. Then I realized how ridiculous I was being, and figured it was a coincidental gift from the universe, or something.

True leaders serve the people. They have no power but what we lend, and what I give in good faith can be taken away." "The wealthy own my world." "Then it is broken.

That is your choice so embrace the damnation.

Is that supposed to be ironic or predictive or something?

Your tongue was in my mouth."
Breathless, I jerked my head. "So it was."
"It licked me."
"You licked back."
"It seemed rude not to."
"Well....

Doe eye sparkling in her elfin face, and a sassy hairstyle I can only dream would make me look adorable instead of mannish. She is a traditional bea.uty that time cannot diminish

I know you wish to be normal, human, but soon you will see there is nothing better than what you are.

Fuck you."
I shrug. "You already have."
She rolls her eyes as her cheeks gain color. "So I have."
Bethany puts her drink down and her voice drops a few octaves, laughingly, "And what fun i had whilst doing it."
I chuckle uncontrollably, at so small a thing? No. Maybe it's the fact I've realized why other men had held nothing more than a vague interest for me "Oh, Beth!" I mock lament, both in reaction to her silliness and my own thoughts.
She abruptly stops laughing. "I swear to god, I would kill for your voice. Each time you speak it's like being ear fucked."
"Ear fucked," I echo and wince. "No, thank you.

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Bethany and I often hook up like this. She texts me at the height of her boredom, unable to sleep, and since it's past midnight she's probably drowning her sorrows.

Go away common sense, you don't live here anymore, hadn't you heard?

I like your hair. It smells good." Venomous buried his nose in it and sniffed. "I like how it feels against my scales when we are snug in our nest. It makes you look bigger than you are, and is a frightening threat display when you wake." "Maybe if you found me a brush the situation would be less frightful.

He held up his hand and spread his fingers. "Today I stared at my hand for an hour. Then I turned into a dragon and stared at my claw. Do you know why?"
"You have gone insane?"
"Marina's fingers fit perfectly between the fingers of my hand when I am a man. When I was a dragon she would snuggle up to my talons, fit herself into my claw and kiss it sweetly, as if one wrong move wouldn't disembowel her." He smiled at Daniil when he rolled his eyes. "She is terrified of losing me. I didn't realize that until today.

No funny business. I'll scream and dead or not it will hurt your ears

Don't talk to strangers? Well, I figure he will always be a stranger unless I speak to him. Where is the logic in such a rule?

Where was my head just then? I've already said I'm plain yet all of a sudden I think I'm The Shit? I'm not myself, my thoughts just took an uncharacteristic turn to vanity.

I refuse to cut the joy from the lives of others in fear I might lose my own. Only the former is definite, and may be controlled. The latter is up to fate.

There is nothing between us but raw emotion, and it's painful yet has the sweet sting of addiction.

I snapped off a knobby twig from a shrub at my heel and pulled it back into a messy bun.

Every day I like what and who I am less and less," he whispered more quietly than before,
"because I know you wish for a different life. And I cannot give it to you.

You shouldn't play with your food. It's rude, barbaric, and there is nothing to be had but carnal gratification for the feral.

. . .when a person doesn't deserve forgiveness is when they need it most.

Gods, to fall for someone so hard surely you were bound to break apart. Unravel at the seams because you are undone by how they make you feel.

Why so worked up Lee? Why is your chest heaving? Listen to your heart fly, it beats fast like a hummingbirds wings. Does the harsh light of day make everything sick and reveal how depraved what you crave truly is?

There is a lot of talking in human culture," Venomous told the other male in a low aside. "They debate everything and need words to calm them. I wager there is much talking during this custom. Watch me as I make our mate happy with words.