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"After the successful but disastrous raid on Mount Weather, he's facing the impossible. Katy is gone. Taken. Everything becomes about finding her. Taking out anyone who stands in his way? Done. Burning down the whole world to save her? Gladly. Exposing his alien race to the world? With pleasure."
"I would give Alex back control so she could protect herself instead of making the decision for her."
"We're probably leaving soon, Rider said. "Might catch a movie.Jayden leaned against the wall as he looked around the room. "I see how it is. You figure you don't stand a chance with Mallory now that I'm here to show her what a real man looks like. He winked as Rider just shook his head. "Fine, leave. But no dumb movie will be as entertainin' as the Jayden Show. And I don't charge admission."
"Daemon pressed his forehead against mine. "Oh, I still want to strangle you. But I'm insane. You're crazy. Maybe that's why. We just make crazy together."
"Can I tell you something?"Yeah. I wished I could tell him it was okay to keep touching my face, but that would probably be weird. Totally sounded weird in my head. And would be really inappropriate. Totally inappropriate.His lashes lowered and the lopsided grin appeared. "I always knew you'd be beautiful one day.My breath hitched as I sat straighter. What was left of the pizza, just the crust, was totally forgotten. My ears had to be smoking crack or something.A flush swept across his cheeks as one side of his lips kicked up. "I just never thought I'd get to see how beautiful you'd become."
"He twisted at the waist and stretched out on his side. "You're a bit crazy. You throw apples in people's faces when you're angry. You go off half-cocked half the time. It entertains me to no end. So if you are irrational, I hope you stay that way. I love it."
"You should be working on your speech instead of staring, Rider said, never taking his eyes off his notebook.Paige's dark eyes flew to me and then narrowed.Heat exploded across my cheeks."And you should actually be working on, I don't know, your speech? Hector grinned as he gestured to his paper, which appeared to have actual words on it. "And please don't stare at him, Mallory. Because of Paige, his ego is already big enough. He doesn't need any help."
"Honestly, as much as I love my brother, I'm not sure how I feel about him hanging out in your bedroom. He reached out with a muscular arm and used his fingers to brush a few strands of hair off my cheek, tucking them behind my ear. I shivered, and he smiled. "I feel like I need to mark my territory. "Shut up. "Oh, I love it when you get all bossy-pants. It's sexy."
"Don't you want to know what cookies is a code word for?" "No! Good God, no!"
"For eight years I've waited for you to realize that. I've waited for you to see yourself for who you really are. You're Lily Marks, a beautiful, extremely clever woman whose capacity for compassion sets you apart from the Nephilim. It's not your fighting skills or how good of a warrior you are. It's the fact you look at me and see a man rather than a Fallen."
"Goodness, I was already a dork most of the times. I didn't need to be a drunk or high dork."
"People tend to look on the beliefs of the past as being primitive and unintelligent, yet we are seeing more truth in the past every day."
"My chest clenched as I looked down at the oil-stained asphalt. Here but not. Existing but not living. I knew that feeling. Lived it for several years. Some days it felt like I was still wearing that feeling like a heavy jacket buttoned up too tightly."
"My brain must have felt sorry for me, so it'd created the only type of guy I could touch-a fantasy one."
"I was in love with him. I knew that much was true. Love was the swelling, hopeful feeling in my chest every time I saw him. Love was the way I could forget about everything when I was with him. Love was the catch in my breath when he looked at me in his intense way. Love was the gasp he could draw out of me with the simplest of touches. Love was the way I could... I could be myself around him, know that I didn't need to be perfect or worry about what he was thinking, because he accepted me."
"I don't think with any book you get used to people falling in love with the story. It's been incredible just to realize your books are being read. It's a pretty amazing feeling."
"You must stay away from the one who brings nothing but heartache and death. Do you hear me? He brings nothing but death. Always has."
"There you go. That ego of yours getting in the way," I teased."Of what?""The perfect package."He snorted. "Let me tell you, I have the perfect--""Don't be gross."
"Dawson! Ash yelled from below. "What are you doing? Stop! Do something, Adam!Adam's laugh followed. "Someone needed to put Andrew in his place. I always figured it would be Daemon. Who knew."
"A sudden damp coldness clung to the air around us. I lifted my head, eyeing the burnt orange sky. One drop of water fell, splashing off my cheek. Then the sky opened up, drenching us in cold rain within seconds.I sighed. "Really, it has to rain?"
"You love Roth," he continued for me."You're in love with him." My eyes met his bright blue ones."Yes," I whispered, my lower lip trembling."It's him. It's always been him."
"Dee loves it here. Before you came, she spent most of her days here."To Daemon, my arrival was the beginning of the end. The apocalypse. Kat-mageddon. "You know, I'm not going to get your sister in trouble.""We'll see."
"Scars, whether physical or emotional, could be not just a representation of survival but also a story of hope."
"Daemon!" Dee called from the kitchen. "I need your help!""We should go see what she's doing before she destroys your kitchen." He rubbed his hands down his face. "It's possible."
"Once I got home, though, and saw several packages on my front porch, all the crap from the day disappeared. A few had smiley faces on them. Squealing, I grabbed the boxes. Books were inside-- new release books I'd preordered weeks ago."
"Actually, I was prone to random acts of stupidity. I considered it to be one of my talents."
"How are you feeling?"I leaned away from him. "Gross."Aiden frowned. "Gross?""I haven't brushed my teeth or washed my face in days. Don't come near me."He laughed. "Alex, come on.""Seriously, I'm gross." I put my hand over my mouth.Ignoring my protests, he leaned over and brushed my string hair back. "You're as beautiful as always, Alex."I stared at him. He must not get out much."
"I'm sure I look like a drowned cat.""You look fine. The wet look works for you."I scowled. "Now I know you're lying."
"Oh, dear God and baby Jesus in the manger, my eyes! Dee shrieked. "My eyes!"
"I love you because you have this fire in you that you don't even recognise, but I do. You're strong and you're a survivor."
"Will you show me what you really look like? You don't sparkle, do you?"
"And why was I sitting on the curb? I honestly didn't know, but it was better than being inside my apartment, all alone. And yeah, I was alone out here, but it didn't feel that way. I was pretty sure there was a squirrel over by the tree, so that counted for something, right?"
"Oh, everything is fun when I'm around. Hercules's knees knocked into the back of my seat as he leaned back. "This one time, when I was ordered by the gods to . . .I could only think of three words.Fuck. My. Life."You should drive, because I'm going to end it all. Once we're on the freeway, I'm going to jump out of this vehicle and throw myself in front of a Mack truck.Josie's laugh cut off her yawn. "That's a little excessive.Adjusting the sunglasses I'd stolen from Aiden yesterday morning, I smirked. "I do not think anything is excessive when it comes to him."But that won't even kill you.I sighed. "Yeah, but I'm pretty sure it'll knock me unconscious for the time being."
"What kind of motel sells condoms?" "My favorite kind of motel?"
"Things aren't perfect. They are far, far from it,but they are getting there, and I wasn't looking back. Not when there were so many good things in the future."
"Your sarcasm and general assholeness are not necessary, Apollo remarked casually.I grinned at him. "I don't think 'assholeness' is a word."It is if I say it is. Apollo drew in a deep breath, a sure sign his temper was reaching its knock-Seth-into-the-nearby-ocean point."
"It had always been Roth; from the moment he swaggered into that d- alley, where I'd been unsuccessfully fighting off a demon, it had been him for me. Maybe I'd been too blind to see that after he returned from the pits. Maybe I had been too angry with him after the way he initially acted."
"Every so often i'd wake up when his arms clenched around me, his embrace so tight i thought he'd cut off my circulation, holding me as if even in his sleep he was haunted by the fear of losing me."
"Fuck," he said, sliding his hands down to my thighs. "You're making this very hard to be the good guy you said I was last night.""I'm not drunk."He pressed his forehead to mine, chuckling softly. "Yeah, I can see that and while the idea of taking you right now, against the wall, is enough to make me lose control, I want you to know that I'm serious. You're not a hook up. You're not a friend with benefits. You're more than that to me."I closed my eyes, breathing heavily. "Well, that was...really sort of perfect."
"Beautiful face. Beautiful body. Horrible attitude. It was the holy trinity of hot boys."
"He seemed to be staring at the chain hanging from the ceiling fan. Seconds later, he confirmed this by reaching out and tugging the chain. Light clicked on.He tugged the chain again.Light went off.Oh for gods' sake, he had a mean case of ADD sometimes. "Apollo," I snapped."
"I've alway found that the most beautiful people, truly beautiful inside and out, are the ones who are quietly unaware of their effect."