“I don't know how to be brokenhearted. I wish you hadn't taught me.” — Ann Aguirre Brokenhearted Copy Share Image
“This guilt is a joke, and it’s exhausting to watch you martyr yourself.” — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“Backed by a long, proud history of not-dying, I know when someone's serious.” — Ann Aguirre History Copy Share Image
Because it takes more courage to heal the world's hurts than to inflict them. — Ann Aguirre Courage Copy Share Image
“He doesn’t have the words, so he does practical things instead.” — Ann Aguirre Language Copy Share Image
A curve of silver hung amid the brighter specks; it looked to me like a curved dagger, pretty but deadly, as if… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
Nobility and self-sacrifice sound wonderful in theory, but now he’s seen how it feels. A dead hero is still dead at the… — Ann Aguirre End of the day Copy Share Image
“That's when I realize - he's afraid of me every bit as much as he is of Vel. We're like the wicked… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
Like most, I was a mix of good and bad, anger and protectiveness, kindness and pride. But right now, I had only… — Ann Aguirre Fear Copy Share Image
“But Perdition was a much asylum as prison, and when you were standing in somebody else's delusions, it was both polite and… — Ann Aguirre Asylum Copy Share Image
Are you afraid of falling, baby? No, I’m afraid of landing. [He’s laughing, and I’m smiling.] Stupid idiot smile, don’t you know… — Ann Aguirre Baby Copy Share Image
“You can lick your wounds and miss me until you come searching for me... because you’re mine and I’m yours.” — Ann Aguirre Deuce Copy Share Image
“There are shades of warmth from the sweet ember of possibility to the roaring fire that fills your soul.” — Ann Aguirre Fire Copy Share Image
Through the damp fabric of my coverall, bundled in my blanket, I feel naked. Raw. He sees more than I want, more… — Ann Aguirre Bears Copy Share Image
I sighed. 'It's hard. You're the only one who listens to what I have to say.' Longshot dropped a gentle, comforting arm… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“...I touch Vel’s arm to stay him. He sits down on the bed beside me, head cocked in inquiry. Thank you, I… — Ann Aguirre Bird Copy Share Image
Men can be very stupid. We cease to value what we have until it's gone, and only then do we realize the… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
If there had been another female for him since we arrived in Salvation, I needed to cut off all her hair and… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“The ship shudders as we make the leap, passing into grimspace. Pleasure spikes through me, as if I'm taking a hit of… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
His face held a certain impassivity; you see it in all waiters and valets. They might want to jam a knife through… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
This is the way we win over our enemies, not with bigger weapons, or faster ships, but with human courage, ingenuity, and… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“Are you mine?" I asked, low knowing the answer already. "Completely." His voice thrummed with conviction. And oh, I liked it. "So… — Ann Aguirre Faith Copy Share Image
I’m sick of asking questions everyone else already knows the answers to. — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“He sucked in a breath like he had a hole in his chest. “Something” — Ann Aguirre Breath Copy Share Image
“(B)ut tiny troubles had a way of swelling, like ticks grown fat with blood.” — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
Each love is unique. Special. Giving to one never takes away from another. — Ann Aguirre Giving Copy Share Image
I’m as forgiving as the wall you hit at two hundred kilometers an hour. — Ann Aguirre Forgiveness Copy Share Image
Men always want to be remembered whereas women realize that requires being dead. — Ann Aguirre Men Copy Share Image