A bond between souls is ancient – older than the planet.
You ever had a hickey? I want to give you a hickey.””Karl, we’re not fourteen!””Don’t bloody care. I was in love with you when I was fourteen — your neck owes me a hickey.”(Karl & Elena)
Maybe I should be still; accept my fate. But I have tasted freedom, known love – I have had choice and learnt what it is to have a human heart, not just a compliant one.
Til death do us part….The words wrap around my mind like soft, silk binds, and I cherish the imagery. Eternity can only be with this man – there will never be another who knows me so well.
…we’re not eighteen anymore. We’ve lived. We’ve created things that last – things of joy, and things of burden.
The question is never ‘who am I?’ It’s ‘who do I want to be?
One of the greatest lies ever told is that there’s no power in vulnerability.
One thing I’ve learnt about humans: you can’t judge their strength by the size of their actions, but by the devotion of an act, no matter how small.
Real choices – the ones that changed you and shaped you – were never made with the head, but on the beat of a heart that saw a future it couldn’t live without.
None of us are ordinary – we just settle into ordinary lives.
He thought he’d lived through everything. Only now did he realise he’d merely existed.
Every sacred mission, every hunt for hidden relics, every pilgrimage from one end of the earth to the other … I was looking for you.
We must be careful with our words – we’re like superheroes and words are like our super powers. Super powers should always be used to help others…
Some wounds were worth bearing for the healing they brought.
We were immortal, did you know that? Did you feel it like me? We had the world at our feet and we were going to live forever. Then came life – growing inside you – and I became mortal.
Everything that matters hurts, until it doesn’t matter anymore.
Hope – or perhaps delusion – was a flame that had stayed lit, even though its scorching light would hurt. It had refused to go out.
It certainly is a puzzle.” He turned back to the broken road. “But sometimes to find the answer, you have to take a leap of faith.
She waited for him with shallow breaths, head thrown back, eyes half closed, completely exposed in her trust of him, and it unravelled the last thread holding him together.
How can you lose me? You’ve owned me from the first moment I saw you.
Grief came in waves, sometimes big, sometimes small, but even on the calmest days, the grief remained. The tide still came ashore.
He pulled out a dagger from … she wasn’t sure where. Did he have that in his loin cloth? What else does he have in there? (Amy’s thoughts, The Witching Pen)
Then, things get hard, because once you know magic exists, you have to decide whether to be the bystander, or the magician … and we were all born to be magicians.
She almost never said his name. Because it made the dreams too real. Because it made the loneliness too tangible when she woke up.
He could have watched her all night. He could watch her for an eternity and still never be able to capture the essence of what it is that makes ‘love’.
Half naked, he drank her in with his eyes, imprinting this moment into his mind. This, he would take to his death – the woman that stirred him to life.
It may be our actions that define us, but it is our reaction that changes the course of things.
Don’t be sorry for the truth. A harsh truth is less damaging than a tender lie, and the worst lies are the ones we tell ourselves.
…you’d be amazed at the grand tales the human brain will throw up to make sense of something nonsensical.
The one thing you should never do to a woman, whether you make love to her or fuck her, is apologise straight after.
We have choice,” she insisted. “This is it. We don’t get to choose our choices, Gwain, we just get to make the ones we’re given…
Endings bring new beginnings. Love has many truths. And knights come in all colours.
She looked at him for an age, and he read nothing short of love on her face. It warmed him to the core he’d thought dead, and scared the crap out of him.
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.
I’ll never let go of you again,” she whispered. “I swear it.
I don’t know what we’re doing here – you and me … I don’t know what we are or what we can be, but this doesn’t have to be about that. This can just be about … a chance. Taking a chance.
Pieces of your heart broke every day when you were a mother.
Love. It seemed impossible that she could love him, but she was so deep in him there was really nowhere to go but further in. So this is what love was. Uncontrollable. Consuming. But so irresistible you wanted to be consumed.
You are old and grey,” she teased.“And you’re never too immortal for a spanking,” he shot back…
I loved you instantly, because angels can love instantly.
As if reading her mind, he leaned into her again, pupils dark, irises glowing like a forest caught in the last rays of sun before dusk… “Do you want me to make you come?”“Is that a trick question?
The thought of being whoever I want is a terrifying thing, because I have only ever been who everyone has wanted me to be.
You’re not allowed to have legs and not use them.Dance.
You chase off every man that’s ever been interested, and you do it without even trying.
Love finds you, not the other way around, and you can’t run from it.
She smiled into his mouth. “That was … wow.”“It’s always wow. You’re wow. I’ll never get enough of you, Lydia. Not after ten years in dreams; not after forever in real life.
…it only takes one voice, at the right pitch, to start an avalanche.
The hugest changes were the ones that could not be seen – that’s where the real apocalypse lay: in people’s hearts, their souls, their beings.