“He wanted her for the rest of his life. And on his dying breath, he would still want another second with her, another hour, another lifetime.” — Meljean Brook Copy Share Image
“Men made life far too difficult when they insisted on neatly categorizing their emotions. When emotions became complicated, they brooded and struggled so mightily in an attempt to simplify them again—when, given time, everything would sort itself out and slide… — Meljean Brook Copy Share Image
“Stories were so easy to control. Lady Lynx escaped because Zenobia created an escapable situation, and if anything unexpected happened to her characters, Zenobia… — Meljean Brook Copy Share Image
“If Helene was with child, either Basile Auger had astonishing ejaculatory capabilities, impregnating her from halfway around the world, or she’d lain with another… — Meljean Brook Copy Share Image
“He expelled a long breath, smiled slightly as if in memory. “I heard them in their room. She said she was a bit tired,… — Meljean Brook Copy Share Image
“I've never understood it. That is always the first thing someone asks: Where are you from. Not 'What do you like?' or 'What do… — Meljean Brook Copy Share Image
“And even though she could remember most of the sentences and every plot point, the story would never be what it had been. She… — Meljean Brook Copy Share Image
“She'd never thought of it as a colony. Instead it had been invaded, occupied, enslaved. She supposed colonized was more palatable to those who'd… — Meljean Brook Copy Share Image
“Mara gave you my letter?" "Yes." "You must have been astonished." She had exposed her heart in that letter. His eyebrows shot up. "'Astonished'… — Meljean Brook Copy Share Image
“Aghast, Yasmeen gaped at her before looking to the duke. "It's worse than I thought. Not just the Horde, not just the police- you're… — Meljean Brook Copy Share Image
“Mina’s mouth dropped open, and he bent his head as if to kiss her. She jammed her gun barrel under his chin. He grinned.” — Meljean Brook Copy Share Image
“When you're surrounded by stupidity, self-preservation isn't a sin.” — Meljean Brook Copy Share Image
“Breathe, Newberry. If you faint in the Blacksmith’s laboratory, only the stars above know what might be grafted to your body when you wake… — Meljean Brook Copy Share Image
