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“The sun was good. The men of the llano were men of the sun. The men of the farms along the river were men of the moon. But we were all children of the white sun.”
― Rudolfo Anaya, Bless Me, Ultima

“Xavier...he is afraid of losing you-He is also insane for you. Insane for you without the soul to join yours or the deep attraction to awaken you...but with the devotion to endure this Godless place for you.”
― Amy A. Bartol, Incendiary

“Well... there might be a slight problem with the she-devil in your room," she admitted.

What! Demon red shimmered before his eye. "Did you harm her?"

"What? Sweet lil me? She shook her head, all innocence. "But I may or may not have done some research and come across a bit of info that said hacking off all the her hair would severely weaken her. Then I may or may not have snuck in your bedroom with a pair of scissors and taken these." She lifted her arms and clutched in both her hands were thick hanks of golden hair. "By the way, I may or may not know for a fact that the rumors are definitely not true."

Going. To. Kill. Her.

"The Red Queen may or may not have woken up mid style job," Anya continued blithely, "and may or may not have taken the scissors away from me and given me a new style of my own.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Touch

“Dear diary," Anya muttered. "It's been three hours since I killed someone. Needless to say, life sucks. My gorgeous fiancé refuses to let me kill the most loathsome creature ever. Won't even let me give her a few superficial stab wounds. I'm thinking about breaking up with him."
"I wouldn't recommend it" Reyes replied. "He may not ask for your hand in marriage a second time."
She gasped with outrage. "Lucien. Tell him!"
'I'd ask again." Lucien told him,”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Touch

“He didn’t face her. “I said go away.�� “Like I’m going to obey you. You aren’t my daddy. Unless you want to be. ’Cause I’ve been a bad, naughty girl and I need a spanking.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Kiss

“With a clipped slash of his arm, Lucien knocked her hat. The ultrafashionable Anya sported uneven bangs and layers that hung sloppily around her face. "You may or may not look ridiculous. And adorable," he added with a grumble.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Touch

“pretty please, with a cherry on top of me!”
― Gena Showalter, Lords of the Underworld Bundle: The Darkest Fire / The Darkest Night / The Darkest Kiss / The Darkest Pleasure

“You don’t let many people behind that wall of yours do you?��
“No I don’t because basically people are shit. They have let me down over and over so now I choose them very carefully.��
“You have let Yvan in,�� he pointed out.
“Yvan’s different.”
― Amy Kuivalainen, Cry of the Firebird

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’ll let you go, but don’t expect me to forget you. We’re bonded. I’ll be on your trail, doing everything in my power to win and romance you. So prepare to see a lot of me. I love you too much to let you go.��
“Like I’d ever allow you to let me go. You’re mine. I love you, too, Flowers.�� Her dark lashes swept up, her eyes suddenly shining with love.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Kiss

“Apparently, if you become one of Satan’s Minions, as a reward, he makes you immune to cancer, heart and liver disease.”
― Kristen Ashley, Knight

“Mindegy, hogy az én gyermekem vagy másé, enni mindegyik szeret.”
― Ákos Kele Fodor, A szív vége

“Anya looked back to see a massive man standing by the fire. He had dark skin and black hair that fell to his waist. He had the deep amber eyes of a wolf and was naked. She averted her eyes. Maybe Yvan was right, maybe she really did have a problem with nakedness.”
― Amy Kuivalainen, Cry of the Firebird

“Can I have a final request in case I don’t make it?��
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“I haven’t been kissed in five years, kiss me Trajan,�� she whispered. “I am so afraid.�� Trajan slowly pushed his glasses onto the top of his head and brought his lips softly to hers.”
― Amy Kuivalainen, Cry of the Firebird

“Squinting in the darkness Anya could just make out a strange curving symbol scratched into the bark. Baba Zosia scored a line through it, disfiguring the symbol. Anya felt something in the air change and give, like the forest had let out a breath it had been holding around them. Something like static pricked the back of her neck as Baba Zosia cut her finger and smeared blood on the tree. The strange symbol melted into the bark, healing the tree to appear like nothing had been carved on it to begin with. Lifting her hands towards the campsite Baba Zosia started to chant softly in the complicated language of the tribe. Magic thrummed through the air, making Anya’s own flare and itch under her skin. She rubbed her arms to stop it. Around her a breeze picked up and the campground, with its tracks in the mud and stains from the fires all melted away until there was nothing but autumn leaf litter and debris in its place. It looked like it hadn’t been disturbed for years.”
― Amy Kuivalainen, Cry of the Firebird

“Oh, and Aramis? There is something else about the girl that you should know.��
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“She is of Yanka’s blood line. That won’t be an issue for you will it?��
“No sir.�� Aramis hung up the phone quickly and tried not to drop it as he put it in his coat. His hands trembled as he tried to maintain a cool, professional façade. Yanka’s blood. He had to find her and fast.”
― Amy Kuivalainen, Cry of the Firebird

“She was surprised by the strength of her voice, a strength that found its way to her over the past few hours of solitude.”
― Anne Rice/Christopher Rice

“The group must have fled after being discovered, and the rest after taking the brunt end of Anya’s fireball.

Matthias reminded himself never to get on her bad side.”
― Robin Dalmar, Cove of Storms

“Matthias knew that she would never cross the line in a way that he did when it came to loss. And he would never fault her for it.”
― Robin Dalmar, Cove of Storms

“And when she looked up at him with such a tender
expression, Matthias thought he’d convinced her. But then suddenly, her eyes hardened, and he realized he was in for a fight.”
― Robin Dalmar, Cove of Storms

“Not me. I wouldn’t want to know my future.��
“Me neither,�� Matthias admitted. “I’d rather change the
past.”
― Robin Dalmar, Cove of Storms