And heaven help all those who stand in our way.

well, as often as I did, I suppose, though my reasons were infinitely better.

(D)reams are like that: they go in and out of memories and scenes, but they’re never real. They’re never real, and I hate them because they aren’t.

Light or Death!

But I don’t want to be a vampire drone.’ Sophronia winced. ‘They’ll suck my blood and make me wear only the very latest fashions.

I’m sure that’s a rule. Or should be. For my sisters anyway.

C, it was like my breath was stolen. My heart seemed to merge with yours. When you came into my life, all I wanted was you. All I thought about was you. Your smile, your...

Before I fix the world, I have to fix myself.

I come from a place where everyone has great power, by your standards, and they steadfastly refuse to use it for self-aggrandizement … anywhere … ever.

Carla had realised there wasn’t just one destined adventure in life, there were thousands of them.

He wasn’t kissing me like I was going to break; he was kissing me like he thought he would break without this kiss.

Hate was the blazing beauty that consumed the world in its flames. Love could never consume anything but the heart of a fool.

A poem can’t do its work if you only read snippets of it.

Are you all right,” he whispered, his lips brushing the tips of my spiky hair. Granted, I knew he was only being discreet so as to save poor Hillary from being reamed again, but my...

No.’ Dorren shifted onto his knees, leaning towards her. ‘This is just the beginning, you’ll see. You are his weakness and you will ruin everything.

We’ve peered into the deepest parts to see beyond what lies on the surface.

Respect is a really powerful magic too, you know.

Struggling transforms her captor into a Chinese finger trap. She’s suffocating. Sucking in air without relief. Her lungs expand. Contract. Expand. They fill with lies and broken promises. With despair and lost hope. Each inhale...

Hand in hand, we climb the processional stair, rising in the celebratory uproar of a capricious court. As we enter the palace, we are blinded by the ascent from sunshine into darkness.

It sounds like you don’t think you’re coming back.” Kian to Bree, Spring Frost (Frost Series #7)

A normal life? Now that’s the real fairytale.” From UNDER MY SKIN

Matteo lived inside her like a memory that paradoxically stopped the pain and which she could never get enough of… because there was, and never would be, anything that was like him. Wherever she went,...

But she had slept, she was positive. She knew it because of the dreams. Despite the comfort of her bed she had tossed and turned all night, her sleep punctured by images and disjointed flashes...

My feet took an involuntary step backward as I suddenly envisioned a world where I wasn’t a hot tempered smartass. It was a pretty world.

He was a prince. There was no hope in saying yes to the boy with the garnet eyes who left me reckless and confused at every turn. There was no future with him. None. Darren...

Tod’s pale brows arched halfway up his forehead, and he looked suddenly, achingly wistful. “She knows not what she says…”Maybe not. But I was starting to get a pretty good idea…

Everyone says your first time should be magical. You should be in love. You should feel safe. Because you can’t go back once you’ve done it. That will always be your first time. Years later...

I’d love to try to tame you… And I would simply adore it if you turn out untamable –

Because being assaulted with maxi pads is a great way to win friends and influence people.

Safe?” Her voice was small, timid and delicate. But beautiful. The one word chimed like little bells. Her first word spoken to me.

I never get writer’s block. My secret…I have purring cats in surround sound while I write…best white noise on the planet.” R.Rose when asked how she deals with writer’s block.

but even if you hadn’t felt it, it would not change the way I feel about you.

We’d stared into the face of Death, and Death blinked first. You’d think that would make us feel brave and invincible. It didn’t.

Kora may have been a witch, and your father may have had prophetic dreams. But you Paige, is not a witch. You are something much more, but the question is what?

But this girl—She reminded me of what it was like to believe in something. Her hope was naïve, but it was real, and I hadn’t felt something real in years. Nothing positive anyways. (Eric)

Birthdays were wretched, delicious things when you lived in Beau Rivage. The clock stuck midnight, and presents gave way to magic.Curses bloomed.Girls bit into sharp apples instead of birthday cake, chocked on the ruby-and-white slivers,...

It ain’t over ’til it’s over.-Yogi Berra

All I really want to do today is go to the book store, drink coffee and read.

It’s not about surviving. It should be about love. When you know love…that’s what makes this life worth it. When you live with it everyday. Wake up with it, hold on to it during the...

I should have guessed you were Jace’s sister,” he said. “You both have the same artistic talent.”Clary paused, her foot on the lowest stair. She was taken aback. “Jace can draw?”Nah.” When Alec smiled, his...

For we are all walking each other to our deaths, and the journey between footsteps makes up our lives.

Because otherwise you would have to let them in, let them change your life, and it’s scary and unpredictable and unsafe – at least, that’s what we all think.

He looked at me now.”Remember I said, ‘what if I didn’t want to fix your bike?'”I remembered. “Yes…””I didn’t want to fix it, because I liked driving you places.

© Carlyle Labuschagne 2014″ As I watched her run down the path and melt with the shadows, I wasn’t sure how to feel about her, or the fact that I may just have aided in...

If you’re going to give me something, give me something I’ll miss.excerpt from: freefalling

In my family nudity just doesn’t exist; I’m pretty sure my parents were both born fully clothed and still shower that way.

Blood trickled down his chin as he was hauled up onto his knees, the golden rope securing his arms behind him and his ankles together. Arthur looked up and saw the fizzing sparkling crown coming...

the illusion that power lies within the hands of the common man is more important than legitimate efficiency within the government.

The last time I checked, I wasn’t the one who tripped over a glass container of sugar that I had myself dropped… after, of course, having received several bruises from an attempt to retrieve a...

I was so tired of this ceaseless, day-to-day tug-of-war between my hormones and my head, my vanity and my virtue. I felt very much as though I were caught in the middle of some dreadful...