Quotes by Katherine McIntyre

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The night had darkened to the murky sort where the air hung like descending clouds and the overhead branches made the liquid darkness even more impenetrable.

Katherine McIntyre

When honor and glory get your squad killed and your brothers-in-arms shoved under the rug, you stop believing in the terms.

Katherine McIntyre

Despite the gentlemanly kiss, a ferocity burned behind his gaze promising something primal.

Katherine McIntyre

The rest of them looked proper when they did it, but somehow Edward made even this gesture appear like in seconds he'd rip off her corset and do away with her skirt.

Katherine McIntyre

Overhead the sliver of a moon barely illuminated anything and shadows slunk on every corner.

Katherine McIntyre

Ignore the reek of feces in the air, the bloodstains on the ground, and you have yourself a glorious night.

Katherine McIntyre

Perhaps if he stumbled onto a bath and a tailor he could even be considered handsome.

Katherine McIntyre

Oh darling, I don't slip into the sack with just anyone and when I do, I prefer gentlemen.

Katherine McIntyre

Sorry, one night stands don't stack up as credentials for tending bar.

Katherine McIntyre

Whatever crimes this man had committed, they weren't as egregious as his inflated self-image.

Katherine McIntyre

Aggression like this demanded slinging the first punch in a bar brawl, firing rounds at a range, or setting a car on fire.

Katherine McIntyre

As the sky faded to night, her anger dissipated—but not in a healing way, just dulled, like forged iron sizzling in a cold pail of water.

Katherine McIntyre

Blonde hair drawn into a no-nonsense bun, her new manicure the deep red of fresh blood, she’d even donned a blouse and slacks for the occasion, something Neve had forgotten Veronica owned.

Katherine McIntyre

She glanced outside at the sky, filled with clouds and smog. All the pollution, all that hell—even the stars didn’t stand a chance.

Katherine McIntyre

Time to make herself scarce because, hell, she didn’t want to pass that thunderhead on her way out.

Katherine McIntyre

As she’d walked along this street, a million stars stretched across an indigo canvas, holding all the freedom she’d yearned for every night.

Katherine McIntyre

Harsh, bitter laughs exploded from her like shrapnel, and she didn’t care who was cut in the process.

Katherine McIntyre

The Cottage Diner’s homey lights glowed onto black asphalt which just sucked up the beams to spit out more shadows.

Katherine McIntyre

Save the sugar for some other girl. This one’s had it up to here with people in general.

Katherine McIntyre

Shards flew everywhere, slicing her hands, her forearm, and cascading to the floor like snow glistening on a winter morning.

Katherine McIntyre