I want. . . a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved. — Shana Abe Copy Share Image
Lia: "You've changed your mind about wanting to marry me. You're afraid I'll burn down your home. Embarrass you in front of all the other city brutes." Zane: "I'm afraid," he said gently, "that you will burn down my heart. — Shana Abe Copy Share Image
“I hate it here. I hate everyone here. I hate that I am so different. I love it here and I want to belong… — Shana Abe Copy Share Image
“How good to see you, Miss Jones.” That debonair tone, the friendly press of his hand upon mine. It was such a contrast to our final moments in the cottage that I couldn’t help but smirk. “Thank you for having me,” I replied, loudly enough for the duke to hear. “But I haven’t,” said Armand under his breath. “So far.”… — Shana Abe Copy Share
“You’re naught but a human man. You couldn’t possibly understand.” He lifted a brow, still smiling. “Liar.” “Cutpurse.” “Runaway.” “Swindler! “Coward,” he said softly,… — Shana Abe Copy Share Image
“He had a swift and utterly lucid vision of himself in this position in thirty-odd years. Loathsome tea, hot steam, silver spoon, and fifty-year-old Chloe seated opposite him talking about clothing, because to her it was categorically, absolutely, the most fascinating topic on the planet. Besides, of course, herself. For an unflinching instant, Armand wished with his whole heart that… — Shana Abe Copy Share
“Why do you want to know?” The shrug again. “Just wondering.” “Really. You’ve skipped your lawn tennis or duck hunting or whiskey drinking or whatever else people of your sort do all day, only to come all the way out to the island to ask me about the piano piece. Because you were just wondering. ” I pushed away from… — Shana Abe Copy Share
“She was too compelling to look at directly. Bright like the sun, bright and terrible. Only one other being could look upon her, and that was Death. And so…they became lovers.” He said the word like a caress, like velvet again, and my face began to heat. “Together they forged great and hellish things,” Jesse murmured. “Lightning and waterfalls that… — Shana Abe Copy Share
“You said I was pretty, before." "Did I?" A new laugh escaped him, mirthless. "How unoriginal. I must be the master of understatement. I think you're goddamned radiant, and you know it. Sometimes I think if I look at you too long I'll go blind, like a lunatic staring straight into the sun. No," he said in a savage undertone,… — Shana Abé Copy Share
“I thought that ground fire couldn’t reach the zeppelins,” I said. “I thought that guns on the ground didn’t have the range.” “Eleanore. Do you imagine for one particle of one second that he was thinking clearly enough to fathom that?” “He was thinking clearly enough to fathom all of this, ” I retorted, my hand flung out to encompass… — Shana Abe Copy Share
“Something inside his chest unlocked--wildly, slowly, a peculiar sort of melting. He was lost. He was the thorn and the thistle, blown upon her… — Shana Abé Copy Share Image
“Right,” I said once more, because it sounded firm, and because Armand’s brittle desolation was beginning to eat at me. None of this, after all, was his fault. “We get him downstairs. We sneak him out of the castle, back to your motorcar. You take Jesse to a doctor and take your father home. Lock him in a room, pour… — Shana Abe Copy Share
“She did what she could for him. She kissed him in return. She lost her breath and both her hearts, and finally Turned to… — Shana Abé Copy Share Image
“Your Royal Grace, Forgive my boldness. If I might inquire: How old are you? —Kimber” — Shana Abé Copy Share Image
