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“He'll behave. He has a mien and manners of a prince."
"Oh, like you?"
"I resent your tone."
"I'm not sure you can control him."
"Has he ever aught but the gentlest of creatures? Would you deny your namesake the chance to bear witness to our victorious celebration? And, of course, to the vision of you and Kestrel: side by side, Herrani and Valorian, a love for the ages. The stuff of songs, Arin! How you'll get married, and make babies --"
"Gods, Roshar, shut up.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Kiss

“The love of man to woman is a thing common and of course, and at first partakes more of instinct and passion than of choice; but true friendship between man and man is infinite and immortal.

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― Plato

“No, Arin. Sit down. Other wise you'll make an ass out of yourself, and that role is mine.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Kiss

“You broke the Man Code, dude. 'No man shall knowingly and with malice aforethought kick another man in the nuts.'"

"Okay, so I kicked him in the nuts. The little fucker was fleeing the scene of a crime where he'd pointed a weapon at my buddies."

[from short story "Beer Run" at the end of Skin Deep]”
― Pamela Clare, Skin Deep

“This is what I love to see--different branches of law enforcement at each other's throats. It gives the bad guys the head start they need, which in turn gives us all job security.”
― Pamela Clare, Breaking Point

“If I’m going to be ruled by a high-minded pretty-faced troll, it might as well be you.â€�
“I’m glad to hear it,â€� I said, trying not to smile. “Who knows what would happen to my ego if you decided to abandon me.”
― danielle l. jensen, Hidden Huntress

“I wish Darcangelo were here. He'd fucking hate this.”
― Pamela Clare, Breaking Point

“I wish I possessed your particular brand of optimism," Rahim grumbled.
"And what brand would that be?"
"Idiotic."
"Better idiotic than ineffectual."
"Better alive than dead."
"Run home, Rahim-jan," Tariq said. "I can hear your mother calling."
"Insufferable ass.”
― Renee Ahdieh, The Wrath and the Dawn

“Got enough leg room there, Rossiter?" Marc asked.

"You bet. If not I'll just make use of the overhead bin.”
― Pamela Clare, Breaking Point

“This party is lame!" Braeden said loudly. "WOLVES, party at my dorm!" he yelled.
People cheered.
"Dude, how the fuck are you gonna fit all these people in your tiny-ass room?"
He grinned. "Sure as hell will be fun to try."
Out in front of the Omega house, there was hardly anyone around; they were all too busy in the back, checking out the drama. We were silent a moment. Then Braeden said, "You don't need them. You got more than enough talent to bring in the NFL on your own."
"Fuck," I muttered. "When did everything get so damn complicated?"
"When your life became about more than just football."
"You sound like Yoda." I grinned.
"It's the beer."

- Braeden & Romeo”
― Cambria Hebert, #Nerd

“We would never go shopping together or eat an entire cake while we complained about men. He'd never invite me over to his house for dinner or a barbecue. We'd never be lovers. But there was a very good chance that one of us would be the last person the other saw before we died. It wasn't friendship the way most people understood it, but it was friendship. There were several people I'd trust with my life, but there is no one else I'd trust with my death. Jean-Claude and even Richard would try to hold me alive out of love or something that passed for it. Even my family and other friends would fight to keep me alive. If I wanted death, Edward would give it to me. Because we both understand that it isn't death that we fear. It's living.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Obsidian Butterfly

“_I_ boil it." Joseph entered last, closing the door behind them. "Last time, you burnt it."

Connor glared at Joseph. "We were attacked! What would you have me tell the Abenaki? 'I cannae fight just now. I'm makin' candy. Would you like a wee taste?”
― Pamela Clare, Defiant

“Dal corridoio giunse una voce contrariata.
«Maledizione, l'ha ammazzato sul serio, adesso mi toccherà essere l'erede al trono al posto suo e indossare quel ridicolo mantello da cerimonia».
Bryce fece irruzione nello studio e considerò con un breve sguardo Alexis sulla poltrona e Axel fermo al centro della stanza con un bicchiere in pezzi ai piedi.
In faccia gli leggeva chiaramente che se fosse stato Alexis a tirarglielo dietro, avrebbe avuto tutta la sua comprensione.
«Arrivi a proposito», disse Axel, calmissimo.
«Ti spiacerebbe mandare qualcuno a chiamare Stephen Eldrige?».
«L'unica persona che manderò a chiamare è un esorcista», disse Bryce, esasperato. «Sperando che almeno lui possa fare qualcosa per te».”
― Virginia De Winter, L'ordine della penna

“Charlie sat beside Spider on the edge of the cliff, in the moonlight, his legs dangling over the side.
"You know," he said, "you used to be a part of me. When we were kids."
Spider put his head on one side. "Really?"
"I think so."
"Well, that would explain a few things." He held out his hand: a seven-legged clay spider sat on the back of his fingers, tasting the air. "So what now? Are you going to take me back or something?"
Charlie's brow crinkled. "I think you've turned out better than you would have done if you were part of me. And you've had a lot more fun."
Spider said, "Rosie. Tiger knows about Rosie. We have to do something."
"Of course we do," said Charlie. It was like bookkeeping, he thought: you put entries in one column, deduct them from another, and if you've done it correctly, everything should come out right at the bottom of the page. He took his brother's hand.
They stood up and took a step forward, off the cliff �
–and everything was bright�
A cold wind blew between the worlds.
Charlie said, "You're not the magical bit of me, you know."
"I'm not?" Spider took another step. Stars were falling now by the dozen, streaking their way across the dark sky. Someone, somewhere, was playing high sweet music on a flute.
Another step, and now distant sirens were blaring. "No," said Charlie. "You're not. Mrs. Dunwiddy thought you were, I think. She split us apart, but she never really understood what she was doing. We're more like two halves of a starfish. You grew up into a whole person. And so," he said, realizing it was true as he said it, "did I.”
― Neil Gaiman, Anansi Boys

“Aren't you embarrassed undressing in front of a queer?" Leonard said. "All you know, I might be sizing up your butthole."
"Just call me a tease.”
― Joe R. Lansdale, Mucho Mojo

“Don't give in, Alex, don't let them win. You beat them once and you can do it again. Don't let this place break you. Keep your mind busy, keep yourself occupied, find things to do. If you're doing things, then you still exist, right?”
― Alexander Gordon Smith, Solitary

“You want to know what I'm wearing?"
"Not unless you think it'll really get me excited."
"I'm afraid clothes have to have women in them for you to get excited."
"Maybe you could talk in a high voice."
"Cut through the shit, Hap.”
― Joe R. Lansdale, Mucho Mojo

“Jackson. Wait.â€� He didn’t turn to face me when I finally reached him. Staring at his back, I scrambled for something to say. Why hadn’t I thought this through? In the end, watching him not even turn to face me, anger won out. “What the fuck, Jackson?â€� “Go back to your fiancée.â€� With a growl, I gripped his shoulder, forcing him to turn and then shoving him back into the wall. His eyes looked like they were holding back their own storm, daring me to push one more time. I was about to push a whole lot harder if it meant getting something out of him. “Talk to me.â€� I wanted it to be a command, but it came out as more of a plea. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes. When he opened them, I almost stepped back from how angry they were. “What do you want me to say? You’re not gay,â€� he sneered, beginning to back me up with each word. “You would never. Which I found pretty damn shocking since you loved being deep inside me, spilling your cum. Fucking me—a man—like a desperate fucking freight train.â€� He threw my words I’d stupidly sputtered to his brother back in my face. “I’m sorry,â€� I whispered. “Fuck you,â€� Jackson growled before bumping my shoulder to walk past me. Digging my hands in my hair, frustration rose inside me, pulling me under, drowning me. I was losing control and I couldn’t breathe because of it. “I’M SORRY, OKAY?â€� I shouted. “I fucked up. I panicked. This is all
new to me—liking a guy. Fooling around with you when I’m engaged. I can’t just talk about it. I fucking panicked and I’m sorry. So fucking sorry.â€� He let my apology linger, and I held my breath waiting. “Okay.â€� Okay? Okay? Was he fucking kidding me? I spilled my guts and it was okay? “No. It’s not fucking okay. This isn’t okay.â€� A fiery burn built behind my eyes, stinging my nose, but I wasn’t going to stop because he finally turned back to me. “I miss you. You won’t touch me, or kiss me, or sit with me, or hold me. Nothing. And I fucking miss you.â€� I choked on the last few words praying he wouldn’t turn away. It was the most honest I’d been with him—with myself—about my feelings for him. My heart thundered, and hands trembled from how nervous I was. Nervous that the words felt so right coming from my lips. Nervous about what it really meant, that I left Carina behind, so I could chase Jackson down and plead with him to not leave me. “Can we please go back? Can you please forgive me?â€� It wasn’t just about sex and exploring. Right there in the stairwell, getting lost in him, begging him to stay and care, it hit me. I was falling in love with him. With a man. I was falling in love with Jackson. While my fiancée sat upstairs, I realized I was falling in love with my best friend.”
― Fiona Cole, Lovers

“Bromance--
It's all about the friendship!”
― Janalyn Robnett

“I'm one of those people who, if time permits, can read more than one book at a time, sometimes three. I don't know if that's indicative of an attention deficit disorder, all I know is that I've always been that way.”
― Janalyn Robnett

“- A ty? Ty nie miewasz już snów?
- Miewam - powiedział z goryczą. - Ale od przekroczenia Jarugi bardzo rzadko. I w ogóle ich nie pamiętam po przebudzeniu. Coś się we mnie skończyło, Cahir. Coś się wypaliło. Coś się we mnie urwało...
- To nic, Geralt. Ja bÄ™dÄ™ Å›niÅ‚ za nas obu.”
― Andrzej Sapkowski, Wieża Jaskółki

“While I had been angry I had demoted him from Scott to Fitzgerald”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

“Calm down Weston. It was just a window. I wasn’t aiming for your head.â€� - Samuel”
― Angela Richardson, All the Pieces

“In life, although we are unable to predict what is going to happen next, as long as we live life to the fullest everyday, and direct ourselves closer to happiness... Even if life is short, it can be bright as fireworks.”
― Yang Nana

“Many boys, probably most boys, have a first love before they fall in love with a woman. It begins the moment two boys realize they’d die for one another, that each cares more for the other than he does for himself, and it lasts usually until a second love comes on the scene, because most hearts aren’t big enough to love more than one person like that.”
― Mohsin Hamid, Moth Smoke

“Plentiful pleases, my pretty pontificating prince?â€� He bent down and nudged Beckett’s nose with his.”
― Anyta Sunday, Pisces Hooks Taurus

“I am not sure Scott had ever drunk wine from a bottle before and it was exciting to him as though he were slumming or as a girl might be excited by going swimming for the first time without a bathing suit.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

“The next two days, Nick and I played house in my apartment. For lunch and dinner, we joined the family. On Sunday, Nick came along for the club’s weekly family dinner at Longhorn Steakhouse. I knew he felt like an outsider, but Vaughn and Judd entertained him with their bromance.
“Hard to believe they like the ladies,� I said to Nick who just grinned as the enforcers argued about who was a shittier friend.
“Tawny never lets you play videogames.� This comment from Vaughn caused Tawny to roll her eyes. She looked at Raven who shrugged.
“Raven insists on playing with us. That’s weird, man,� Judd said.
When his wife opened her mouth in her defense, Vaughn raised his hand. “I got this,� he said, giving her a wink. “Judd is just jealous that you beat his ass in every game.�
“Not every game,� Judd growled.
Leaning against Nick, I whispered loudly. “They’re idiots.�
Vaughn and Judd turned in unison and glared at me.
“Do you play videogames?� Vaughn asked Nick.
“Not really.�
“Do you play pool?� Judd asked.
“N´Ç.â€�
Vaughn smirked. “I’ve seen you bowl, so we know you can’t do that either. What can you do?�
“Tolerate Bailey!â€� Tucker hollered from farther down the table. “That makes him a fucking superhero.”
― Bijou Hunter, Damaged and the Dragon

“Yes. Fell in love with JB Peterson. Fell in love. You know, that manly kind of love. Bromance. He kinda looks like Jeremy Irons. And he says he liked to drink a lot, at least a few decades ago. And he even says the right words, too. He says, tell the truth, listen to your conscience, face your fears. He says he HAS a conscience. But follow through? No. Not much follow through. He starts talking shit about Marxists, and then a real academic wants to debate him, and what does he do? What does Peterson do? He goes back to his fucking Pinocchio cartoons and talking shit about Marxists with some dumb cunt in Madrid instead of facing the dude (Wolff) in Idaho. My heart is broken. Another fucking coward. Reminds me of my daddy. And now this dumb cunt (Peterson) is in a Russian rehab. Hopefully they’ll talk some sense into him there. I could probably debate him in my sleep, and possibly drunk, simultaneously. Grow up, buddy. And stop doing drugs.”
― Dmitry Dyatlov

“Frank: Dude. Bro. I'm not wearing underwear. Is it nippley outside?”
― Ren French, Creating a Concierge