“Packard wrestles off his jacket and shirt. He ignores me, leaning far over to the side, reaching down into the rocks. He comes back with a handful of slime, which he swipes across his chest, smearing it over the solid… — Carolyn Crane Copy Share
“Out the corner of my eye I see Packard fly at Marty, pin him against the wall. "You do not do that! You do not!" He jerks Marty with every *not*. "You do *not* disrespect that woman, you understand me?" Packard speaks through his teeth, as if to bite back his fury. "It was your goddamn *lucky* day she decided… — Carolyn Crane Copy Share
“I got it right Justine. Feel into it. Your sense of being a misfit blinds you to what your heart really wants. When you get around solid upstanding men you’re like a bird with tinfoil. It makes you incoherent on a romantic level.” “My affection is incoherent unless it’s for you That’s the line you’re giving me here ” “This… — Carolyn Crane Copy Share
Love is a state of the heart, but also, an activity. And quite an awesome one. — Carolyn Crane Copy Share Image
“I don't see how I could possibly move a napkin with the power of my mind," I say. "All will be revealed." "Did you… — Carolyn Crane Copy Share Image
“You wish to be free, but there is no such thing as freedom. You can redecorate dungeon to give illusion of freedom, but you… — Carolyn Crane Copy Share Image
“He reached out and took a lock of her hair between two fingers. "I couldn't let them know that I'm the lowlife who'll always… — Carolyn Crane Copy Share Image
“Packard wrestles off his jacket and shirt. He ignores me, leaning far over to the side, reaching down into the rocks. He comes back with a handful of slime, which he swipes across his chest, smearing it over the solid planes of his muscles. “What the hell are you doing?” “Interfering with his concentration. Vulnerability and a lack of logic… — Carolyn Crane Copy Share
“A voice: “My goodness, Nurse Jones.” I look up, startled. Simon’s in the doorway, leaning against the frame, smiling. No doubt I’m quite the sight in my bloody, sexy nurse’s outfit, sitting on a bed next to a tied-up, taped-up target. “Oh, please.” I collect my purse, my phone and my stun gun and walk around the bed. Simon’s smile… — Carolyn Crane Copy Share
“What’s more, his faded old jeans hugged his ass perfectly as he stepped forward to toss a ring, and then they loosened as he stepped back. Hug, loosen, hug, loosen, hug, hug…hug…loosen. Jeans all perfectly rumpled right down to his dull, black boots. No doubt he chose those jeans specifically for their butt-hugging abilities. He probably practiced that hug-promoting movement… — Carolyn Crane Copy Share
“Do you have no sense of decency?" He pauses, seems to think about this, then turns and walks out the door.” — Carolyn Crane Copy Share Image
“Some women liked 'fuck me' footwear, but Sophia went a step beyond, with Don't fuck with me footwear--all the better to announce her around… — Carolyn Crane Copy Share Image
