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“Wenna followed us out. "You've done him some good, Clary, I have to say! He's got color in his cheeks, and he's stepping along as if he was sixty again," she told Goodwin as she walked us to the gate. "You'll come back?"
"Of course," Goodwin said. "But thank Cooper for his improved spirits. Once he'd insulted her a few times, he was in the pink.”
― Tamora Pierce, Bloodhound

“Just because we haven’t met Mr. Right doesn’t mean we’re doing anything wrong. And by the way, you’re brilliant and awesome, too. If I were a
lesbian, I’d totally settle down with you and make lots of in vitro babies.”
― Julie James, About That Night

“You won’t be expecting forever, Annwyl. And once the twins are
here, you’ll be as violently cruel and madly bloodthirsty as you always
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“Now you’re just trying to make me feel better.�
“Is it working?�
“A little.”
― G.A. Aiken, What a Dragon Should Know

“I hate to admit this, but some days hearing about other people's problems actually cheers me up.”
― Susan Elizabeth Phillips, The Great Escape

“Aren’t you going to hit him?â€� Éibhear asked.
“I don’t feel like it.�
“Good gods.� Gwenvael stood. “This is worse than we thought,
Éibhear. Up, brother.� Gwenvael grabbed Briec’s arm and pulled
him to his feet. “There is only one answer for this.�
“Which is?�
“Drinking and eating. The whoring we will keep until we get you
good and drunk.”
― G.A. Aiken, About a Dragon

“Oggi went to his mother's rose garden and gathered a collection of fallen petals and leaves. When his hands were full he carried them back to Alice and placed them on the dirt around her. Back and forth he went, between the rose garden and Alice, until his circle was complete. He jumped inside it and sat down.
'After my dad died I did this to make myself feel better.' Oggi wrapped his arms around his knees. 'I told myself, anything inside the circle is safe from sadness. I'd make the circle as big or as little as I'd like. Once when Mum wouldn't stop crying I made a circle around the whole house. Except I had to use all of the petals on her roses to do that, and she didn't react the way I thought she would.'
Yellow butterflies fluttered over the roses. As Alice watched their wings, tiny lemon flames, she remembered how they hovered over the sea in summer, basked in the casuarina trees, and tapped against her bedroom window at night.”
― Holly Ringland, The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart

“I saw a pretty shop across the Sidra the other day. It sold what looked to be lots of lacy little things. Am I allowed to buy that on your credit, too, or does that come out of my personal funds?'

Those violet eyes again drifted to me. 'I'm not in the mood.'

There was no humour, no mischief. I could go warm myself by a fire inside, but...

He had stayed. And fought for me.

Week after week, he'd fought for me, even when I had no reaction, even when I had been been able to speak or bring myself to care if I lived or died or ate or starved. I couldn't leave him to his own dark thoughts, his own guilt. He'd shouldered them alone long enough.

So I held his gaze. 'I never knew Illyrians were such morose drunks.'

'I'm not drunk- I'm drinking,' he said, his teeth flashing a bit.

'Again semantics,' I leaned back in my seat, wishing I'd brought my coat. 'Maybe you should have slept with Cresseida after all- so you could both be sad and lonely together.'

'So you're entitled to have as many bad days as you want, but I can't get a few hours?'

'Oh, take however long you want to mope. I was going to invite you to come shopping with me for said lacy little unmentionables, but... sit up here forever, if you have to.'

He didn't respond.

I went on, 'Maybe I'll send a few to Tarquin- with an offer to wear them for him if he forgives us. Maybe he'll take those blood rubies right back.'

His mouth barely, barely tugged up at the corners. 'He'd see that as a taunt.'

'I gave him a few smiles and he handed over a family heirloom. I bet he'd give me the keys to his territory if I showed up wearing those undergarments.'

'Someone thinks mighty highly of herself.'

'Why shouldn't I? You seem to have difficulty not staring at me day and night.'

There it was - a kernel of truth and a question.

'Am I supposed to deny,' he drawled, but something sparked in those eyes, 'That I find you attractive?'

'You've never said it.'

'I've told you many times, and quite frequently, how attractive I find you.'

I shrugged, even as I thought of all those times- when I'd dismissed them as teasing compliments, nothing more. 'Well, maybe you should do a better job of it.'

The gleam in his eyes turned into something predatory. A thrill went through me as he braced his powerful arms on the table and purred, 'Is that a challenge, Feyre?'

I held that predator's gaze- the gaze of the most powerful male in Prythian. 'Is it?'

His pupils flared. Gone was the quiet sadness, the isolated guilt. Only that lethal force- on me. On my mouth. On the bob of my throat as I tried to keep my breathing even. He said, slow and soft, 'Why don't we go down to that store right now, Feyre, so you can try on those lacy little things- so I can help you pick which ones to send to Tarquin.'

My toes curled inside my fleece-lined slippers. Such a dangerous line we walked together.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Nesta braced her hands on the arms of his chair as she brushed a kiss to his neck.

Cassian's breath caught. But she pressed another kiss to the soft warm skin of his neck, just beneath his ear. Another, lower now, closer to the collar of his dark shirt.

He trembled, and she kissed the hard knot in the centre of his throat. Licked it.

Cassian shifted in his chair, groaning softly. His hand rose to clasp her hip, as if he'd push her away, but she removed him. 'Let me,' she said against his neck. 'Please.'

He swallowed, and that hard knot moved against her mouth. But he didn't stop her, and so Nesta kissed him again, moving to the other side of his neck. Reaching that spot just beneath his ear as she laid a hand on his chest and felt his heartbeat hammering into her palm.

She didn't kiss his mouth. She didn't want that distraction. Not as she slid between him and the table and dropped to her knees.

His eyes went wide. 'Nesta.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“You did what you needed to do to survive. I hope you truly believe that.'

Casteel didn't answer, and when I looked over at him and saw the vast emptiness in his expression, my heart ached. Because I knew.

I knew he didn't.

And all I wanted was to bring warmth back to him. 'I still want to stab you.'

His head shot in my direction.

'Just not as frequently,' I amended.'

One side of his lips curled up, and then he laughed. The sound was rough and a little hoarse, but it was real. 'I would be disappointed if you didn't.'

I looked forward, smiling. 'That is such a weird statement.'

'What can I say? I have a thing for women with violent tendencies.'

'That doesn't sound any better,' ...”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire