“But many details were considered too small and mundane for the Centurions' purposes. They tapped the mud too briefly for things like new-fangled coffee-makers to matter. Instant coffee that tasted like a wet dream was apparently one of them.” — Vicki Pettersson Copy Share Image
“Next time," I said wryly, swinging open the door, "just give me a knife and ask for a vein.” — Vicki Pettersson Copy Share
“Why the hell was she smiling like that?...Her mouth was blown so wide that the soft insides showed at the corners, like another grin… — Vicki Pettersson Copy Share
So. You're a fallen angel." She folded her arms. "I'm not fallen," he said roughly. "Then what are you?" He shrugged. "Busted. — Vicki Pettersson Copy Share
“There's this mental illness, right? It's called 'anhedonia.' It means 'without pleasure.' You can look it up, though all you really need to do… — Vicki Pettersson Copy Share
There’s something about seeing an adult you knew in childhood that makes them marginally vulnerable to you, and vice versa. There’s also something comforting… — Vicki Pettersson Copy Share
“Chemistry was such a strange thing. I'd be willing to bet even Micah couldn't tell me why hundreds of men could leave me cold,… — Vicki Pettersson Copy Share
“Because you can't unknow your life's experiences,' Grif said. This was his area of expertise.” — Vicki Pettersson Copy Share
“...Death," she said, as her hand dropped away, " is how you know you were alive in the first place.” — Vicki Pettersson Copy Share
“And that was is. Life sometimes flips on you like that. One minute you're looking at your reflection in the water, not entirely sure… — Vicki Pettersson Copy Share
There's nothing wrong with you..not even the darkest corner of that beautiful soul. ~ Hunter — Vicki Pettersson Copy Share
“ 'You love her without willing it or wanting it, and that is the most exquisite pain of all.' ” — Vicki Pettersson Copy Share
“...lovers, even those who are married, always exist autonomously of one another, no matter how close they are or how long they've known each… — Vicki Pettersson Copy Share
I didn't know his middle name or his favorite color, but I knew how his thoughts felt caressing my mind. The bright tang of… — Vicki Pettersson Copy Share
“I quickly found myself in the center of the room, trussed up to a sturdy, high-backed chair, which Joaquin happily assured me was an… — Vicki Pettersson Copy Share
