Do you remember what we just did? Please tell me you remember what we just did.”She briefly toyed with the idea of lying and saying no, just to see the look on his face, but...

Did you just say, ‘love-fuck’?

Everything that matters hurts, until it doesn’t matter anymore.

We all have a sea inside us; can you hear it? Can you hear the ocean roaring?

And then there was Lydia.Lydia who had hurtled into his life – into their lives – with hair like fire, eyes like amethysts and a fuck-me scent so palpable that he’d betrayed the only woman...

At the sound of my name, those two worlds on either side of me collide, and my lips meet his. Time ceases to exist, and so, apparently does any logic that my mind is hanging...

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.

…and my fucking salvation.

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…

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’.

To submit isn’t to be forced. It’s to yield to a force greater than your own, in order to become part of the whole.

And you’re never too immortal for a spanking,” he shot back…

So much ice.She thumbed a drying tear away.How much water can the weight of ice carry?

I swear it.

…today, I’m writing about the extraordinary; those ‘moments’ in life that reach us, and change us. Those moments take place all the time, really – it’s just that we’re taught not to notice. We’re taught...

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’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.

The thought of talking about it made Pueblo’s gut ache, but then he thought of everything that Amy had been through – not that she’d told him her version yet. She had balls of steel,...

Women eat ice-cream, men toast marshmallows.

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...

The universe is made up of courses of action we have no say in, but we have a say in who we are, and in those choices we make inside, even if outside, those choices...

Every sacred mission, every hunt for hidden relics, every pilgrimage from one end of the earth to the other … I was looking for you.

How we take it for granted – those trivial conversations; those mundane moments that we think hold no meaning. We never realise how much we rely on the ordinariness of everyday life. When love is...

That’s because every time you look at me, I’m looking right back, and the only time I’m not afraid, is when I see you. And I do see you, Elena. I see everything you’ve been...

You want to be beaten, pummelled and driven away, so you have a reason to shut everyone out, and say ‘I told you so’ when it all goes to shit. The thing is, we all...

You chase off every man that’s ever been interested, and you do it without even trying.

She had forced herself to learn to read – picked up bits and pieces, here and there, from the very few teachers who had been patient with her; from looking at words while out and...

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.

If you’re waiting for me to declare my undying love for you, I can’t do that yet, blood-bond or no blood-bond. If you think I’m the swoony type of heroine you find in romance novels,...

She almost never said his name. Because it made the dreams too real. Because it made the loneliness too tangible when she woke up.

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 &...

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...

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.

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...

One of the greatest lies ever told is that there’s no power in vulnerability.

And they said females were the moody ones. Yeah – right. No one did moods like Alpha male werewolves.

I’m hoping you end up happily married to the man of your dreams and have a hoard of beautiful kids that’ll keep you on your toes by turning your neighbours into various types of pond-life.”...

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.

I’m a selfish, selfish bitch. Because all I can think about, is whether I’ll regret it in three hours, when we walk out of here, and I never know, not even once, what it’s like...

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.

Time flies when you grow fangs and fur.

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)

I love your independence, I love that you don’t swoon, I love that you’ll fight me with your last breath if you think I’m wrong, and if I ever have to catch you, I swear...

It may be our actions that define us, but it is our reaction that changes the course of things.

…you’d be amazed at the grand tales the human brain will throw up to make sense of something nonsensical.

I loved you instantly, because angels can love instantly.

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.

A bond between souls is ancient – older than the planet.

I was going to write that all your clothes fall off, but figured you may have a problem with that. This was the second thing that came to mind.”(Karl and Elena)