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“You say I have a light about me, but you are my light."
Zayne reclaimed the space between us, kissing me. "You're never getting rid of me now."
"I wouldn't want to.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Rage and Ruin

“You make this so hard," I muttered.
"Make what hard?"
Irritated and charmed, and annoyed because I was charmed, I glared at him. "Not liking you," I admitted.
Zayne's lips tipped up and a wide, beautiful smile appeared, stealing my breath again.
My eyes narrowed as I crossed my arms. "I don't know why you're smiling."
"Maybe because..." He rose, extending his hand toward me. "Maybe because I'm not trying to make it easy, Trin.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Rage and Ruin

“I'm your Protector. No one, demon or Warden or human, is going to put you in a position of danger."
I met his stare. "You're my Protector, not my rabid guard dog that bites anyone who gets too close."
"Oh, I'll do more than bite.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Rage and Ruin

“I can see you. Each breath you take. The way your lips are parted. How wide your eyes are and how flushed your skin is. That light inside you. The spark. I can see it and it's beautiful. You're beautiful.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Rage and Ruin

“His forehead dropped to mine, and the breath we took was shared. "Whatever happens, this will be worth it," he said, and it sounded like a promise. "This is right, no matter what.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Rage and Ruin

“When she stepped back, she smiled at me and then turned. "What?" she yelled.
I followed her gaze to find Zayne and Roth standing several feet away, watching us.
"Nothing." Roth has hands in his pockets. "Just that you two getting all handsy was kind of hot."
Zayne jerked his head toward Roth.
The demon prince shrugged. "Look, I'm just being honest. I'm a demon. I don't know why any of you would expect anything less from me."
"It's a good thing I love him," Layla muttered as she stalked forward, and I got moving. "And I do love him with every part of my being and then some, but he... he just doesn't people well.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Rage and Ruin

“Thank you for the food. You're a keeper."
"Good. I want to be kept.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Rage and Ruin

“Every cell and molecule of who I am desires, needs and covets Layla. Humans call that love. I call it obsession. Same thing, I suppose, but I am a demon, Trinity. I'm brutally selfish and there are very few things I truly care about. While I may randomly commit acts of perceived kindness, I do them only so that Layla is happy. Because when she's not happy, it makes me want to do really, really bad things to whatever and whoever has upset her.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Rage and Ruin

“I'm... greedy enough for anything." His thumb moved along my chin and then the line of my jaw. "Or maybe it's that I'm desperate for anything that you will allow.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Rage and Ruin

“There were no walls. No stupid file cabinets, Nothing between me and everything I felt. Nothing between me and all that Zayne was.
Which was more.
So much more.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Rage and Ruin

“You're going to want to play along and do so quickly, because I have the patience of a hungry toddler and a severe problem with impulsivity. I don't think before I act.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Rage and Ruin

“You should see your face."
"I don't need to see it to know it has WTF written all over it." I told him.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Rage and Ruin

“Look, I just don't want to be..."
A burden. A victim. A challenge. Someone to pity and coddle and worry about. Someone treated less than, even with the best of intentions.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Rage and Ruin

“Cocking his head, the demon frowned. He stared at me as if he'd ordered a tender marinated filet, but instead had ended up with a cheap flat beef patty. I was sort of offended.
I was 100 percent organic Angus beef, thank you very much.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Rage and Ruin

“You're going to have to hold on harder than that." Amusement lanced his tone, and I rolled my eyes. "And scoot up, or the moment this Ducati moves, you're going to fly right off the back of it."
"Sounds like if that happens, it's your fault," I retorted, but flattened my hands against his sides. "And if I get any closer, I'm going to be riding your back like a book bag."
"That's a sentence I never thought I'd hear." His voice crackled through the microphone.
"You're welcome.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Rage and Ruin

“I'm coming to pick you up. We now have plans."
"We do?" I blinked once and then twice at my fuzzy reflection in the bathroom mirror. "I just got out of the shower."
"Well, you're going to need to put some clothes on, because I doubt Layla will be thrilled if I pick you up and you're naked as the day you were hatched out of a little Trueborn egg.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Rage and Ruin

“Roth might be a cool demon 99 percent of the time, but I wasn't stupid. Not that I needed the daggers when I had mt grace, but I wouldn't just whip out my grace willy-nilly and start a party with it.
I'd end a party with it.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Rage and Ruin

“You expect me to wipe out everyone while you play Candy Crush on your phone?"
"Not Candy Crush. I'd probably be playing Wordsy.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Rage and Ruin

“A thousand thoughts entered my head, threatening to shatter the heat, but when he stopped, piercing me with those eyes when he looked up at me, I was...
I was found.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Rage and Ruin

“Roth might be a cool demon 99 percent of the time, but I wasn't stupid. Not that I needed the daggers when I had my grace, but I wouldn't just whip out my grace willy-nilly and start a party with it.
I'd end a party with it.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Rage and Ruin

“I'm a freaking Trueborn," I said, so tired of lying and what was the point? Her husband knew, and there was another Trueborn out there. Hell, there could be a league of them for all I knew, with their own softball teams.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Rage and Ruin

“The sun loses more than a million tons of material from its surface every second. She felt like the sun. Radiating with rage, despair, regret and a million other tons of mixed feelings. Each shedding only for other feelings to reappear.”
― Soroosh Shahrivar, Tajrish

“Here's your first lesson in Zompoc 101, kid. The easiest way to kill a zombie is to kill it before it becomes a zombie”
― Cedric Nye, Rage and Ruin

“Our past like a ghost
Tip-toes us
And ....
At present
Whispers into our happiness
That is always
Weak and fragile
Submissively docile
It swells in rage
Bursts in winks
Turns its page
To end methinks....”
― Khurram Shahzad, Voyager: A Journey to Self and Love

“Anger is a strenuous sentiment. I never waste it willy-nilly on insects.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Woman Over World: The Novel

“[...] Es que dijiste que echabas de menos las estrellas de tu cuarto, allá en tu casa, y quise... quise darte estrellas que pudieras ver todas las noches.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout

“Era amor lo que alimentó la necesidad de darle algo tan hermoso como las estrellas que él me había dado”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout

“-Sé que mi vida está ligada a la tuya, que si algo te pasa, me ocurre a mi también, pero eso no evita que me aterre perderte de algún modo. Haré cualquier cosa para llegar hasta ti si sucede algo. No habrá nada que me detenga -admitió- [...] ¿y saber lo que sería capaz de hacer si te perdiera? Sí, eso también me da miedo. [...]¿Si mi vida no estuviera ligada a la tuya y te pasara algo? Si te apartaran de mí, no habría nada que me impidiera recuperarte. Iría hasta los confines de la Tierra. Negociaría con todo lo que tengo -afirmó- Sé que eso está mal. Sé lo mal que podría salir, pero lo haría. Y no se debe al hecho de que, si tú murieras, yo también lo haría. Tras la muerte, nada me mantendría lejos de ti. Lo juro.

Estaba mal. Probablemente saldría mal, pero susurré:

-Yo haría lo mismo -y esa era la verdad-. ¿Si te mataran? -Incluso pensarlo dolía- Haría cualquier cosa para traerte de regreso.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout

“The irony lies in the dagger he holds, ghameh. A homonym for both dagger and sorrow in Farsi.”
― Soroosh Shahrivar, Tajrish

“Rage pitted in his bones and a corrosive brew of grief and fury was eating him from the inside.”
― Soroosh Shahrivar, Tajrish