The zoo grounds reeked of desolation, but the silence had an undercurrent, a silvery vibe, like the hush of a concert hall just before the first note.
— Suki MichelleI’ve never paid any attention to time. Dancer says I’ve enjoyed a luxury most people never have. He hates clocks and watches and everything that has to do with time. He says people already have too many lost days and that most folks live in the past or the future but never the present, always saying stuff like “I’m unhappy because ‘X’ happened to me yesterday, or I’ll be happy again when ‘Y’ happens to me tomorrow.” He says time is the ultimate villain.
— Karen Marie MoningHe pulled back, but only enough to lock his eyes onto mine as he held my face in his hands. “It will always be you, Cassandra,” he whispered against my lips. Then he kissed me again, much softer this time, as if gently transferring every ounce of love he had for me onto my lips. I didn’t need any words, this was all I ever needed to know that he loved me.Everything around me faded. All my worries, all my fears disappeared when he touched me. We weren’t stuck in this Hell, we weren’t even in its realm. We were in our own world, no one around to save, or to slay. God, if only we could stay here. I didn’t want to face reality, not when I had him here with me now, not after thinking I’d lost him.
— L.J. KentowskiMy body felt alive. I need more. 'Valkyrie,' Fen growled, eyes locked on my mouth. 'Put your lips back on mine, and I will give you what you crave.
— Amanda CarlsonBlood Life is not hunger. It’s freedom.
— Rosemary A. JohnsThere was something about Mikie that made me want to trust him. It might have been the Centanario Anejo.
— Nadja BaerRandom lines, Beyond the Darkness: 'Playing 'tag, you're it' against a car is a bad idea.
— Jaime RushHe appears close to my age. The left half of his face stands out beneath the hood: one side of plump lips, one squared angle of a chin. Two coppery-colored eyes look back at me – bright and metallic. The sight makes me do a double take. As far as he is from the car, I shouldn’t be able to make out the color, yet they glimmer in the shadow of his cape, like pennies catching a flashlight’s glare in a deep well.
— A.G. HowardNin knew how much humans loved money, riches, and material things—though he never really could understand why. The more technologically advanced the human species got, the more isolated they seemed to become, at the same time. It was alarming, how humans could spend entire lifetimes engaged in all kinds of activities, without getting any closer to knowing who they really were, inside.
— Jess C. ScottHoly shit! Can we say unstable? Was I the only sane one around here? Well, I guess that really wasn’t setting the standard very high.' -Ember, Darkness Of Light.
— Stacey Marie Brown