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“I need you to scry for Lousha," he said. "You told me once that you could."

"Yeah, I can get you in her vicinity."

Garreth had taken Lucia's scent into him and could find her from miles away.

"That'll work."

Witches could come in handy, he supposed.

"But I don't do gratis."

Garreth bluidy hated witches! "Charge me what you will! Just give me the fucking coordinates."

In the background, he heard Bowen say, "Mari, never let it be said that I doona support your extortion--"

"Entrepreneurial-ness," she corrected.

"But a family discount, love, would no' be amiss."

"The whole family? Fine," she said. "I'm scrying." While Garreth waited, she groused about how extended the "MacRieve pack" was.”
― Kresley Cole, Pleasure of a Dark Prince

“And they just let you enter after their effort?"

"What should they have done, Mr MacRieve?"

"I know exactly what I would have done."

"I know exactly how I would have retaliated.”
― Kresley Cole, Wicked Deeds on a Winter's Night

“And no matter what I did, I couldn't save you. And I Couldn't bring myself to kill you.They..."He takes a deep breath and pull me against him."You might as well have eaten my heart straight from my living body.I would rather die a thousand times at your hands than see you captured.Even if you eat my heart. Because you already own it.”
― Bethany wiggins, Stung

“Don't call it death; call it moving to Heaven.”
― Jacob Bowen

“I could have taken you to the lab right now and been done with you.Now I have to babysit you until Sunday." He shakes his head and pushes past me, grumbling under his breath.
"Gee, thanks. But you're the worst babysitter in the history of the world, Dreyden. Babysitters are supposed to be fun," I say to his back, and then stick out my tongue. Very thirteen-year old. He turns and strides up to me, eyes full of fire, not stopping until our noses touch. I gulp and force myself not to step back. "Nothing about life is fum anymore, Fo," he says. And then he leaves, feet thumping sown the stairs.”
― Bethany Wiggins, Stung

“The stupid person's idea of the clever person. [on Aldous Huxley, in Spectator magazine, 1936]”
― Elizabeth Bowen

“These people know the reality and laugh at it. Such laughter has little concern with what is funny. It is often bitter and sometimes a little mad, for it is the laugh under the mask of tragedy, and also the laughter that masks tears. They are the same. It is the laughter of people who value love and friendship and plenty, who have lived with terror and death and hate." - , Return to Laughter (1954)”
― Elenore Smith Bowen, Return to Laughter: An Anthropological Novel

“The sun rose on a landscape still pale with the heat of the day before. There was no haze, but a sort of coppery burnish out of the air lit on flowing fields, rocks, the face of the one house and the cliff of limestone overhanging the river. The river gorge cut deep through the uplands. This light at this hour, so unfamiliar, brought into being a new world â€� painted, expectant, empty, intense.”
― Elizabeth Bowen, A World of Love

“Writing, I think, is not apart from living. Writing is a kind of double living. The writer experiences everything twice. Once in reality and once in the mirror which waits always before or behind”
― Catherine Drinker Bowen

“Leaving them alive would've been a sign of weakness, and Tatiana expects weakness from the 'emotional' races. What the bitch doesn't understand is that rage is an emotion, too.”
― Nalini Singh, Tangle of Need

“Just being a Christian doesn't mean you're better than anyone. Ever notice how Jesus was a servant instead of a master?”
― Jacob Bowen