Tera Lynn Childs Quotes

But revenge is hollow. I'd prefer amnesia.

Authorities tend to frown on things they can't fit into a neat little box.

I did it," I gasp, still reeling from the thrill and the fear. "I really-"
Quince's mouth is on mine in an instant.
His arms around my waist, mine around his neck. It's the fear, i know it's the fear. And the bond. And the adrenaline. That whole i-was-this-close-to-death-and-really-really-really-glad-to-be-alive emotional response. Anxiety and relief and joy swirl between us until i can't tell which are his and which are mine. I can't not be kissing him right now.
The urgency in his kiss tells me he feels the same.

You're my hero. The real kind. More so than your dad or any of the others working with him are.

Quince ... why didn't you ever tell her? This girl you love. Why didn't you tell her how you feel?" ... "Because"- his voice is heavy with a kind of resigned sadness-"She doesn't want to know."
Lily & Quince pg.223

Admit it," He insists. "I was right."
"No." I sniff. "You were wrong." sniff. "I'm just crying"-sniff- "cause i'm so happy." My tear take that lie as their cue and start streaming down my cheeks.
"Come on, Princess," he says, "You don't need to cry over that loser."
This only makes me cry harder. We both know who the loser is in this scenario.
With a muttered curse, Quince wraps his arms around me and squeezes. It feels remarkably like a hug.
"Don't cry," he whispers in my ear. "Please."
I don't know if it's his soft words or the fact that my face is now hidden by his broad chest, but i just let go. Three years of longing and loving from a distance have built to the breaking point, and i let it out all over his west coast choppers T-shirt.
"shhh," He soothes. "He's not worth it.

We all know Damian's big on secrecy. The man makes the CIA look like a gabfest. He is Mr Need-To-Know.
As in, students never need to know.

Self-involved? Self-involved?!?" I jump to my feet, unable to sit still. "Let's talk about self-involved, Mr. Kissing Unsuspecting Girls in Libraries.

I glance up at the security camera staring us down. I wave, if you can call flipping Rex off waving. Nitro would be proud.

Trying to will yourself bigger boobs?

Quince leans in over the map, studying, and I think he's going to ask me something about the kingdoms or my plan or Daddy's trident.
Instead, without taking his eyes off the map, he asks, "What happens if I fail?"

"What?" I whisper.

"If I don't pass the three tests," he says. "What's the consequence?"

I suck in a shaky breath. This is the part I didn't want to talk about, the part I hoped he wouldn't ask about. But I guess he's too clever - or has learned too much about how mer-world magic works - to assume there won't be a price.

There is, and it's a big one.

"If you fail," I say, keeping my voice steady, "then you are banished from the water forever."

He lifts his Caribbean-blue eyes to stare into mine. "And?"

"And?" I echo.

"I know that can't be it," he says. "Nothing in your world is ever that simple."

A part of my heart breaks when he calls it my world. I want it to feel like his world, too. But now isn't the time. He's right; there's more to the consequence of failure than him being exiled.

"And . . . ," I say, wishing I didn't have to tell him this, "I'll be banished from land." I swallow hard. "Forever."

He stares into my eyes, unblinking, and I can't read any sort of reaction. His mind is racing, I'm sure, but everything on the outside is a stone facade.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he says, "Then I won't fail.

From the necks up ... well, whoever said two heads are better than one never met a hydra.

Spend life with who make you happy not who you have to impress

Monsters have the worst taste in women.

For the first time, I want to let people in. I didn't want to hang up on Nick. I had to. Because, for the first time, I wanted to say yes.

How do you expect to do that?",I asked,"Do you have some sort of get-out-of-Hades-free card?

Sillus have friend," the little monkey dude says, looking up at me with wide eyes. "Family. Lots. Go get, they help huntress.

I don't believe it,' Quince says with absolute certainty. ' I don't believe anything magical can make someone more in love.' [ ... ] He looks me right in the eye as he says, 'Love is already the strongest magic in the world.

I allow myself one more minute to think. To breathe. To convince myself that things are about to get very, very awesome.

Her purse is like Mary Poppins's bag - it holds way more than should be possible.

We believe in you, Phoebe," Stella says. "You just have to believe in yourself."
I roll my eyes behind the blindfold. As if that's not a cheesy, movie-of-the-week line.

If you project the image you wish the world to see, eventually it will become reality.

Feel the victory inside you.

You're watching me, princess." His soft lips spread into an appreciative smile.
"People might get the wrong idea."
"What, that I actually like you now?" I tease.
He shakes his head and leans toward me. "No, that you're trying to see past me to get an eyeful of Benson."
I shift my gaze to the board and fix an innocent look on my face.
"What makes you think that's the WRONG idea?"
Quince leans even closer and says, "Because you came back for me.

But selfish isn't necessarily a bad thing. It only means you take care of yourself and you have to do that to be able to take care of others.

He spits out an epithet so nasty I think it's only legal in England. And then only when your favourite football club loses.

All right," Shannen says slowly, tucking a lock of dark brown hair behind her ear. "Why did you glue that dolphin upside down?"
Okay, so I'm a little distracted. "He's doing the back stroke.

I've peered into every window, making sure Sthenno isn't within, and am about to concede defeat and return to the meeting place when my light flashes over a small reflective surface back at the far end of the hall.
I sigh.
"This is the place in the movie," I whisper, "when the audience yells for the heroine to run.

Pleased to meet you," Tellin says, shaking me out of my reverie. "Lily told me much about you last weekend."
"Funny." Quince throws me a questioning glance. "She didn't mention you at all.

I love mermaids i cant live without books about them.

He has definitely cornered the market on enigma. I hope Stella goes for the deeply layered type.

My three key pieces of advice to aspiring authors are: 1) Read as much as you can, 2) write as much as you can, and 3) become a keen observer of life. And once you've done that, finish the @#$% book.

Because,' Quince says, leaning forward until I step back, 'he's a little boy who doesn't like other people playing with his toys.

So, what you're saying," Dad says, "is that when you've been telling your mother and me that you are studying at a friend's, you've actually been roaming the streets hunting monsters."
"No, not always," I say. "Most of the time I was at Gretchen's loft, studying. Training."
"Gretchen's loft?" Mom echoes. "That's where you were last night?"
My cheeks burn. "No, I was in Greer's basement."
"Gretchen's loft blew up," Greer offers.

Destiny is a gift, something to rise to. Fate is something to make for yourself.

This just isn't my day. Or my week. Or maybe my life. No, sadly, this is my life.
Lily pg. 102

I lean across his body and lift his hand for inspection. As i run my fingertips over his broken skin, careful not to cause more pain, I say "I meant you blowfish. Your bones."
His hand trembles a little in mine. Somehow that rattles me more then anything else. I could deal with losing my fantasy Brody more then i can face a very real, trembling Quince.
"No," He whispers. "I pulled my punches." Then, with some of his usual humor, he adds, "Principal Brown already thinks I'm one step away from juvie. Don't need to put myself there."
I look up ready to argue, when a lumpy spot in his heather gray t-shirt catches my eye. Lifting my fingers to the place just beneath his collarbone, I'm both surprised and not to feel a sand-dollar shaped object. My gaze continues the journey up to his.
"Your still wearing it."
We both know it's not a question, just like we both seem to have lost the ability to breathe. A whole sea of emotions washes though his eyes-fear,anger, pain, trust, love. Love. It's when i see that last one that i close my eyes.
He whispers, "Always.

Love doesn't care about prejudices.

The Library of Alexandria?" I ask. "Didn't that burn down?"
Mrs Philipoulus scoffs. "Damn fool Hypatia. Athena tried to convince her to install a sprinkler system. But no-o-o, no one was going to tell the librarianatrix how to run her library.

Just because they think they're doing the right thing doesn't make them right.

Horror stories? Absolutely. To share? Not on your life.

You'll get over being mad at me."
"Not likely."
Step, step, step
"I promise not to gloat about it when you do."
"I won't."
Step, step, step
"Because I want to be with you so badly I don't care if you're screaming at me the whole time as long as I'm with you."
I stop dead in my tracks.

A fairy tale," he says, "is a story we wish were true.

Hello?"
"You should check the curtains before you take a bath, princess,"a deep, mocking voice says.
"Wha-" I half scream, half yelp as I sit bolt upright in the bath ...
... "Priceless,"he howls, still laughing. You never fail to amuse, princess.

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Just keep in mind that sometimes when you tell yourself things are fine, you're really just driving the tough stuff even deeper.

I'm going to teach you to ride Princess."
"Princess?"
"My motorcycle."
I laugh. "You named your motorcycle Princess?"
"What can I say?" he teases. "I call all my favorite things princess.

If you stop to listen every once in a while, you might hear good things.

Troy, I have to find out what happened to my dad."
"We know what happened to your dad. He got smoted. End of story.

Can't a bad guy do a good thing?

Oh, Lily," He says shaking his head. "I know about love. About wanting and dreaming and wishing with every part of your soul. I know enough to reconize the parts that are real and teh parts that are only in my fantasy." Ge turns his head slightly to face me,
and I find myself saying,"L-like what?"
"Like when she cries and my heart tears in to little shreds, and all I can think of is making her forget the source of her sadness." His face is blank, emotionless. his words -and the underlying emotion bombarding me through the bond- more than make up for it. "That's real."
my voice is barely a whisper when I ask, "And fantasy?"
"Believing she'll ever feel the same way.

You'll do fine."
"What, you're psychic now?"
"Didn't you know?" he asks seriously. "Must be an aftereffect of the bond.

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What's the matter? Afraid to come over here and fight a girl?"
"You are no girl," one of the soldiers yells.
"Now that is downright insulting." I squat down and pull daggers from my Doc Martens. "Looks like I'll have to defend my honor.

To the untrained (human) eye, Thalassinia looks like an expanse of coral reefs and volcanic formations. There are no straight lines or geometric shapes to give away the fact that the structures are actually mermade. (Get it? Mermade. Like mermaid, but ... oh, never mind.)

I am interested in you, Gretchen." When I still won't look at him, he presses his fingers against my jaw and gently turns my face. He is looking straight in my eyes when he says, "I'm interested in you."
His midnight blues burn with an intensity that almost makes me believe him. Makes me want to believe him. He knows just the right thing to say to mess with my mind. He always has. He leans closer, watching me. His lips are a breath away from mine.
This time I'm not buying it.
My knee connects with his soft spot and he doubles over, gasping for air.
"Find your own way home," I snap before turning and marching back to my car.

I've survived beach bunny cheerleaders, a sluthunting , ex-boyfriend, and five years of cross-country camp. I'm not afraid of some throwback to ancient myth with astrocious highlights and a Barbra Streisand nose.

I might not have superpowers, but I know how to knee a guy in the nuts.

You're not seriously going?" Troy asks.
"Of course I'm going," I say. "What other choice do I have?"
"Um ... not going.

Are you going to distract me by playing footsie?"
"Absolutely, princess," he says with a wink.
"Then I won't remember a thing."
"It's a samurai training technique," he teases, spinning the test prep book toward him. "I distract you as much as possible right now." He slides the book into his lap. "And you'll learn how to test through anything.

He winks at me.
Then, before Calliope can cheer my statement, or tell him to go, he says, "Lily has no sense of fashion."
"Hey," I cry. "You're supposed to say something nice.

How do you always know just what to say?" I ask.
His laugh rumbles through me. "Practice, I guess."
I pull back and give him a quizzical look.
"I spent three years imagining what I would say to you if you were mine," he says, tugging me close.
"I should hope I know what to say now that I've got you.

If I could have any superpower, right now, I'd choose the ability to reach through glass. One thin, little pane is all that separates me from bliss ... of the midnight-snack variety, to be exact. The chocolate bar hangs halfway to freedom but refuses to take the plunge, as if the vending machine is mocking me, taunting me. As if it knows I'm powerless.

E-mail can be so impersonal - and so open to interpretation.