Rachel Haimowitz Quotes

You don't deserve me. Why should I waste my time on some bratty little whore who only wants someone to beat him until he can get off without guilt, huh? Someone who can't follow a simple fucking direction. You don't even want what I'm offering! You don't want to find yourself; you want to get lost." Devon stalked to the closet, grabbed Nicky's coat, and hurled it at him. "So get lost.

Gods cracked, Freyrík, they would have raped me!" He surged forward so suddenly Freyrík flinched and tripped away. "And no, I did not incite or invite their attentions. It is your people who paint me like a harlot and parade me round half-naked, your people who find it amusing to use my brethren like toys, your people who teach their children such high art of disrespect that boys think rape a pleasant way to pass an afternoon!

How could he have abandoned - no, shoved away the most important person in the world to him? The one person in the world to whom he, in turn, was also most important?
God, he was a monster.

At 09:22, Mitchell radioed down. "We're in position."
Pete peered up into the canopy, but of course he couldn't see a thing. "How's it looking up there?"
"Five by five."
He snorted at Mitchell's cheery misuse of the phrase. "Thank you, Faith."
"Any time, Giles. Now go be a good watcher and keep us clear."
"Roger that. Out.

Perhaps you'd care to frame me and hang me in the hall ?"
The First Wife reared back, her face twisting with confusion and scorn.
"Excuse me ?"
"You're staring."
"I do no such thing !

All the world seemed suddenly dream, for in what waking world would a prince deceive his own people for the benefit of a slave?
~ Ayden

You have never laid your pride down, Freyrík. Not once, for me or anyone. You don't know what it means to give that up, even for a moment. And yet you ask it of me again and again and again! Tell me, Freyrík, what more can you wring from me? Have I not done enough for you to trust me, gods crack you?

We? 'Twas me who found the marks, not you, not any of you Aegean fools. And your king is the biggest fool of all, for if he'd deigned to unbind me before he sent us here to die, I could have listened for what we seek and followed it that way. Now I am as impotent as you.
If considerably less ugly and stupid.

He climbed out of the car, feeling stiff and awkward with that hot heavy weight between his legs, that miserable unsatisfied ball of need. Better play it cool, though; if Jonathan knew how bad off he was, the teasing would last for hours. Sadists smelled desperation as surely as sharks scented blood in the water. And Jonathan was very much at the top of his particular food chain.

Now you die while we live on, and you've no one to blame but your selves. So do not speak of betrayal behind my back, humans. For the Great Betrayal is your shame, not mine. ~ Ayden

Ayden's eyes snapped up and narrowed to slits. "This is a collar," he said flatly.
"Nay!" Freyrík said. "'Tis . . ."
"A neck belt, perhaps? To hold my shirt up?"
"A cravat," Freyrík said firmly. "Very fashionable, I assure you."
He felt the elf's stare on his throat, unyielding as a choking hand. "Yet you do not wear one.

Dark beasts, night terrors, and Ayden with manners? These woods were
terrifying indeed.

There was always more with Nikolai, wasn't there? More pain, more pleasure, more joy, more grief, more religious fucking ecstasy.

Shit, and shit, and shit again, he thought as Brandon's arms wrapped around him and dragged them to the floor with the unfettered force of their passion. I'm in love. God help me, I'm in love.

That clever mind, that sharp tongue and droll wit. His love for Ella, manifested in sacrifice and secret smiles; his sense of honor and duty; his pride in the face of unceasing subjugation. His joy of nature, his respect for all things living, his skill with ... well, everything.