Shelby Mahurin Quotes

Despite my shaking shoulders, Lou held me tightly. Tears streamed down her own cheeks. I crushed her against me, breath shuddering - each gasp painful, burning - as I buried my face in the crook of her neck. As I finally, finally allowed the grief to win. To consume me. In great, heaving sobs, it burst forth - a torrent of hurt and bitterness, of shame and regret - and I choked on it, helpless to stop its wrath. Helpless to do anything but cling to Lou. My friend. My shelter. My home.

You can't imagine how toothsome you look right now, Reid." Grinning wickedly, elbow still linked with mine, she spun into my arms and kissed me full on the mouth. I must've been insane because I kissed her back, until - "Toothsome?" I pulled away, frowning. Adrenaline pounded in my chest. "Not sure I like that - "
"Why not? It means I want to eat you alive.

Well, what is it you all usually do during the day?" I made to pull the door to the stairwell but Ansel caught it and held it open for me. Okay, I didn't just like him - I adored him. "I assume it involves kicking puppies or stealing the souls of children.

Death couldn't take him away from me. He was me. Our souls were bound. Even if he didn't want me, even if I cursed his name, we were one.

If there was a God, he or she had a shit sense of humor.

In that brief moment, I understood. The doubt, the hesitation, the mourning of a future I'd never have-it belonged to her as well. Gone was the spitting hellcat. Now, there was only a woman. And she was small. And she was frightened. And she was strong. And she was asking me to be the same.

Where you go, I will go. Where you stay, I will stay.

I'm a piece of shit," she finally mumbled, not lifting her head.
"Nonsense." In a practiced movement, I parted her hair, dividing each half into three sections near her crown. "You smell much better than shit.

That is love, to give everything, to sacrifice anything without the slightest desire to get anything in return

I want to thank you- for everything." I squeezed his fingers, my own stiff and aching from the cold. "Célie was right. I don't deserve you. I made a real mess of your life when I came into it." His other hand came down on top of mine. Warm and steady. To my surprise, he smiled. "I'm glad you did.

I'd lied when I'd said I'd made my choice.
In truth, there'd been no choice at all. There never had been.
I loved her.
And if I had to run, hide, and fight for that love, I would. For the rest of my life, I would.

You stink, taeae. And proper knights don't stink. How can you rescue your fair maiden if she can't stand the smell of you?"
Fighting her own grin, Madame Labelle braced my other side. "Perhaps his fair maiden doesn't need rescuing."
"Perhaps she will rescue him," Victoire called over her shoulder.
"Perhaps they will rescue each other," Violette snapped back.
"Perhaps we will," I murmured, feeling lighter than I'd felt in ages.

How old are you?" I asked again, louder this time.
"Very old."
Odd, indeed. I stared at him. " What are you?"
He chuckled, his eyes cutting to mine. "I simply . . . am."
"That's not an answer."
"Of course it is. Why must I bind myself to fit your expectations?

Can people be born evil?" I shook my head. "I don't think so either. I think she lost herself somewhere along the way. It's easy to do with magic." When I tensed, she turned to face me. "It's not like you think. Magic isn't . . . well, it's like anything else. Too much of a good thing is a bad thing. It can be addictive. My mother, she - she loved the power, I suppose." She chuckled once. It was bitter. "And when everything is a matter of life and death for us, the stakes are higher. The more we gain, the more we lose.

She was burning, Reid. I don't know how, but she took away that witch's pain. She gave it to herself." He exhaled heavily. "That's why I didn't tell you. Because even though I knew Lou was a witch, I knew she wasn't evil. She burned at the stake once. She doesn't deserve to do it twice.

The world didn't end in a scream.
It ended in a gasp.
A single, startled exhalation.
And then - Nothing.
Nothing but silence.

What's your favorite color?"
"Blue."
She rolled her eyes. "Boring. Mine's gold-or turquoise. Or emerald."
"Why doesn't that surprise me?"
"Because you aren't as stupid as you look." I didn't know whether to be insulted or flattered. She didn't give me time to decide.

"Blue.""Blue."

Humor

As they are now also your enemies, I must offer a piece of advice: 'tis dangerous to meddle in the affairs of witches. Forget your vengeance. Forget everything you've learned about this world of shadows and magic. You are wildly outmatched and woefully inadequate in the face of these women. Death is the kindest of their torments - a gift bestowed only to those who earned it.

Such a love was not something of just the heart and mind. It wasn't something to be felt and eventually forgotten, to be touched without it in return touching you. No . . . this love was something else. Something irrevocable. It was something of the soul.

Coco lifted the gown for my appraisal after he left. "You're going to look divine in this."
"I look divine in everything." She grinned and winked at me. "That's the spirit.

Love makes fools of us all, darling.

I expected little else" [...]"How dare you?" I clutched the front of my ruined dress in mock affront. "I am a God-fearing Christian woman now--

Hello, Chass."
Blood roared in my ears. "Hello, wife.

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Embrace me, Lou," he repeated my own words back to me, trailing feather-light kisses on my throat, catching my earlobe gently in his teeth. I gasped. Though his body pinned mine to the mattress, he was careful to support his weight with his elbows. I wished he wouldn't. I wanted to feel him. All of him. "Embrace us.

You don't have to be afraid." If possible, his touch - his lips - turned even gentler. He trailed a finger between my breasts, and fresh gooseflesh erupted in his wake. I shivered, my knees shaking. "Let me show you how much you mean to me. Let me show you how loved you are." His lips followed after his hand, each kiss reverent. Each a vow. "I'll never take you for granted. I'll want you every day for the rest of my life, and I'll love you even after.

Our lives reflect our hearts.

I was no one's sacrifice. Not then. Not now. Not ever.

With an exasperated sigh, he turned his head to kiss my fingers. "You're impossible."
"I'm impractical, improbable, but never impossible.

Every aspect of Reid was precise, certain, every color in its proper place. Undiluted by indecision, he saw the world in black and white, suffering none of the messy, charcoal colors in between. The colors of ash and smoke. Of fear and doubt.
The colors of me.

I'm a witch , Reid. A witch . I have the power to protect the ones I love, and I will sacrifice anything for them. If that makes me a monster - if that makes me aberrant - I'll don the teeth and claws to make it easier for you. I'll get worse, if that justifies your twisted rhetoric. Much, much worse.

You're playing with fire here, Lou. Sooner or later, you will get burnt.
I grinned halfheartedly. Let's hope for later, then.

our lives - the way we live, the things we do-they reflect our hearts

Has someone hurt you? Should I call the constabulary?"
"No, no." I flashed her an embarrassed smile. "Just lost my way to the toilet, that's all!"
"It's in the lobby." She narrowed her eyes at me. "Is that blood on your dress? Are you sure you're all right?"
"Perfect." I nodded like a maniac. "Thanks!

Maybe men can learn a thing or two from women.

I like you, Ansel, but this had better be something good. Emilie and Alexandre just had a moment, and I swear if they don't kiss soon, I will literally die.