Urban Quotes
When Morrigan and Brighid created Aerric, he had no need for emotions, he only needed to be a great warrior, and for thousands of years he was just that… the perfect killing machine.
Helpless, I clenched my fists against my back, well aware that every mile, every minute that ticked by, took me ever farther from getting to them in time and closer to losing the red dragon forever.
i want you so much I feel like I'm going to explode.""I hear that Marines are good with explosions, " Beka said.
I’m sorry, ” I whispered. “I never wanted this for you. This life…I knew it was going to kill me in the end. I wish you didn’t have to be here when it finally caught up.
At least I know the truth, ” I gritted back. “I’m not the one who’s being lied to.” His brow furrowed, and I spat the truth at him.
So that left me. To save my hatchlings and my underground, even if I couldn't be there anymore.
I grouped my fellow employees into three categories: the plebes, the damned, and the demons.
You came here of your own free will, Claire. I won’t be denied. You’re mine now, and I intend to keep you.
What exactly did you expect me to do? I told The Boss what you said, but he’s not going to budge. Nobody gets dental.
Can I ask you something?" He placed the chain around her neck. She nodded. "Have you ever wanted something really badly that you know you shouldn't have, yet you can't stop yourself from wanting it?
His witch had finally arrived. He knew it within his heart and he danced, giddy as a schoolboy on the first day of summer vacation.
Better make sure you’re not in my way when I go down.” My eyebrow lifted as I dipped my head to his level. “You wouldn’t want to get squashed.
The room continued to spin though she was standing still, but her ears were hot. She felt like she'd just slammed three doubles of tequila and needed a fistfight chaser.
See how many doors open, Alastor said, when someone with influence and ideas comes along with a key? Fortune can be hoarded, or it can be shared.
These were the new girls of New York- complete with rapid heartbeats from too much nicotine and coffee. They were nervous and fluttery but completely alluring- the new face of urban femininity.
What, " asked Mr Croup, "do you want?""What, " asked the Marquis de Carabas, a little more rhetorically, "does anyone want?""Dead things, " suggested Mr Vandemar. "Extra teeth.
You got secrets you better keepTake flight before she cuts you deep- Sam's song
If there was a light at the end of the tunnel, the flickering bulb above my head wasn’t it. The faces of my tormentors were no angels—they were hell’s minions and I’d stepped into their purgatory.
So I flirt with disaster once or twice. Who doesn’t?”He snorted. “You don’t just flirt with disaster, you have intercourse with it.
Right now. Living. Aiming to misbehave or just trying not to fade away.
Shit happens. But so does magic." ~ Celia Wird, SEALED WITH A CURSE: A Weird Girls Novel
But, self, that thing was on TV, and this one wants to tear your liver out your nose. Run.
At the sight of Day, her whole face lit up. "Mikhail! You came! Barbara said you would, but that we might have to wait for hell to freeze over first. Did it?
My brother, are you aware that you are presently taking the form of a rather large and distinctly emerald-hued bear? Not that it isn't an improvement on your usual excessive good lucks, but...
I should tell you something about what happens after I play.""What's that?"He pulled her back into his arms. "I get excited...
She pushed his massive chest, which was as effective as if she pushed granite. "What are you made of, bloody stone?" He chuckled, eyes full of mirth. "Sometimes.
Maybe next time you'll take me up on dinner." "I doubt it, Mr. Holbrook. I'm pretty sure hell will freeze over first." Again he smiled. "Well, that may be happening sooner than you think, my dear.
Girls, you listen to every word your mamma is saying, cause the only way you'll ever get a better piece of chicken is if you're a rooster.
Wrong. This was wrong. A list of words raced through his head. Apostate, heretic, pagan.Witch.
We all tend to think of ourselves as the last unsinning inhabitants of whatever place we live in. We don't usually recognize ourselves as participants in its destruction.
I’d gone from living alone in New York as a lowly shoe clerk to becoming a shieldmaiden with a family to come home to. It didn’t get much better than that.
New York presented a paradox. While foreigners thought of New York has the symbol of America, many Americans viewed the city with some suspicion as the country's most foreign.
The County Jail looked like a tall, forbidding elementary school. Seven stories of dirty brown brick, one hundred years old and now operating at 330 percent of capacity.
It's a strange city... filled with things that are not obvious.
…my books are derived from city images, and the city of my dreams or nightmares is Mexico City. (The Art of Fiction, No. 68. The Paris Review, No. 82, Winter 1981.)
The man slips along the stoically congealed houses Perpendicular like them A moving ornament Burning fiction His fragility contradicts the duration of his torments
An advanced city is not a place where the poor move about in cars, rather it’s where even the rich use public transportation
