She looked up into Wharick's ethereal face, her eyes drifting across his features. Close your mouth, Keirah. Her brain finally caught up with her face's reaction.
And so the very thing that should make Egypt strong - the richness and diversity of her culture - serves to divide her and make her weak.
He, who thought it necessary to maintain himself in her good graces, strove to console her under her disappointment by committing a little violence upon truth.
She was in love with a vampire. Bela Lugosi. Nosferatu. Vlad the Impaler. Count Chocula . The urge to laugh seized her and she buried her face in her hands and cried instead.
And in the background of Early's story was her voice. Her soul. Her sadness and longing. Because when it's raining, it's always Billie Holiday. p. 81
... I didn't know whether to feel angry at her for making me part of her suicide or just to feel angry at myself for letting her go.
he dared to explore her withered neck w/his fingertips…her hips w/their decaying bones, her thighs with their aging veins.
Being with Mary was different because...he wasn't the only one who wanted to make love to her. The beast wanted her, too. The beast wanted out so it could take her.
When a Lady chooses to Change Her Mind,' said the Mouse with a touch of hauteur, 'a Gentleman would consider it no more than her Privilege, and not Badger Her About It.
Their leafy whispers delighted her, and she promised her confidentiality by gently touching the trunks of both trees. They had held her secrets close to their hearts, she could do no less.
He'd sacrifice even his sanity for her. If it came down to it, he'd let her break his heart. Because he loved her.
A woman is not beautiful when her ankle or arm wins compliments, but when her total appearance diverts admiration from the individual parts of her body.
God, no. I don’t want to tame her, I want to watch her. I just want to watch her be herself – it turns me on like nothing else.
you know what her punishment is for tormenting you way back when?" he said. I looked at him. He said, "her punishment is being her,
In a dream, in her head means in my head, as I have unrestricted access to her thoughts and the innermost parts of her body.
I don't correct her to let her know her backdoor wisdom yanks me deep into another country, where water runs uphill.
Then he kissed her without breathing, without thinking. He kissed her until his entire body was tingling from the taste of her.
She had been a solitary child, and then solitary as a woman, drawn into an orbit of her own that took her away from others, even those who would be her friends.
And while I initially resisted, the thought of touching her, of her wanting me to touch her . . . Well, damn, I just wasn't strong enough to abstain from that.
Jolly felt salty tears on her lips, and for the first time in her life it occurred to her that sorrow tasted exactly like the sea.
Knowing what she did to him made her feel powerful, just as knowing what he did to her made her feel weak.
