Quote by Manna Francis Download Open image ““Whatever it was, it was entirely Warrick's fucking fault.”” — Manna Francis ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.2 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“You're not that good a fuck, and really, what else do you have?' Nothing. The answer was nothing. That was why the idea of… — Manna Francis Copy Share Image
“That was Gudmund's biggest fault. That he couldn't be anyone's everything. But that he'd try anyway.” — Patrick Ness Copy Share Image
“there was nothing I could have done to stop what happened. And that maybe it wasn’t all my fault.” — Penelope Ward Copy Share Image
“Then he says how it's no one's fault, it just happened, and I swear that it-just-happened line is the filmiest line in the Book… — Susane Colasanti Copy Share Image
“I was thinking that if it really was my fault, if every reaction could be traced to an action before, then at the very beginning would be me at the canteen queue with my twenty-dollar note instead of my packed lunch. In turn I could blame my mother for not caring enough and maybe I could blame my father for… — Shirley Marr Copy Share
“Then Rhys groaned, “If we’re all here, either things went very, very wrong or very right.” — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“Yeah, Wes was going to kill him. But before he did, Bobby would ask them to put four words on his tombstone: It Was… — Suzanne Brockmann Copy Share Image
“Do you remember—” “Fuck, yes.” Merrick stood. “And if you’re telling this story, I’m getting the bottle.” — KJ Charles Copy Share Image
“To the bunch at Ryan's Tavern who still quite justifiably blame the boss rather than themselves.” — Richard Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“..Well?" "Well what?" "Was it good?" "Was it—?" So typically bloody Toreth. "God, I can't remember." Then she took pity on him. "Yes, it… — Manna Francis Copy Share Image
“You can come round to my flat." Toreth's voice changed, sliding subtly into something hard-edged but seductive. "I don't need chains to make you… — Manna Francis Copy Share Image
“The world is so beautiful, when you look at it. So detailed. So sharp. Everything’s just there --so much more than we need. Light… — Manna Francis Copy Share Image
“He watched Warrick walk away across the café, and started sentences in his mind. Don't go yet. I want five minutes, that's all. One… — Manna Francis Copy Share Image
“For your information, I'm not screwing him." "Really?" He put his hands behind his head. "Well, maybe you should be. It might put you in a better mood, at least. I see I see?" ICIC. Insufficient Cock In Cunt. After that, the choice was between hitting him, and leaving. The problem with Toreth, one of the many problems with him,… — Manna Francis Copy Share
“Anonymous dark hotel room, not one of Toreth's regular places. Anonymous hands on him, anonymous cock inside him. He liked it. He wanted it. Doing, not feeling. A safe, familiar thing and it was good. Or at least it stopped him thinking. When they had finished and were dressing, the man whose name he hadn't asked said, "Tell Warrick I… — Manna Francis Copy Share
“Talking to himself was, depressingly, the only way to achieve an intelligent and engaging conversation these days. Carnac tried to ration himself, because it… — Manna Francis Copy Share Image
“To Sara's practised eye, this latest episode looked something like a broken heart, even if she'd never seen the look on him before. Or… — Manna Francis Copy Share Image
“Could you get off like that without it? Without the chains?" Without the absolute surrender. "No. And not without you. You more than any… — Manna Francis Copy Share Image
“He's like a drug, Toreth thought, as Warrick broke the kiss and stood up. Except that no drugs were that good. If he could… — Manna Francis Copy Share Image
“You're telling me you've never wanted to fuck a man? Not even felt curious? Not even found a bloke slightly attractive when you were absolutely hammered?" "Never. Not once." Toreth tried to imagine it, and failed miserably. Individual people, that was easy—there were plenty of people he'd never want to fuck, although Chevril wasn't one of them. But writing off… — Manna Francis Copy Share
“What the hell kind of message were you supposed to send under these circumstances? Tell him I committed suicide because I couldn't bear the idea of Carnac shoving his cock down my throat and expecting me to be grateful for it? Tell him I'm going to miss him, for however long it takes them to kill me? Tell him I'm… — Manna Francis Copy Share
