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608 pages, Hardcover
First published January 18, 2011
”Bloody hell, Ms Lane, you drive me bloody fucking crazy.”
“Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. Of everything.
They make you feel so alive that you'd follow them straight into hell, just to keep getting your fix.”
“The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were trouble."
"Ditto."
"I wanted to drag you between the shelves, fuck you senseless, and send you home."
"If you'd done that, I never would have left."
"You're still here anyway."
"You don't have to sound so sour about it."
"You're upsetting my entire existence."
"Fine, I'll leave."
"Try and I'll chain you up.”
”You mind-fuck with me again, I’ll fuck you back. But it won’t be with my mind.”
I felt like crying. The day I set foot in the Emereld Isle, the slow erosion of me had begun
“I didn’t ask. Some things are better left unsaid.
He looked at me and I shivered. I never get enough of him.
Never will.
He lives.
I breathe.
I want. Him. Always.
Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever.
Later we would go to bed, and when he rose over me, dark and vast and eternal, I’d know joy.”
”Why does it always take you so long to tell me the important things?”
“Love knows no right or wrong.
Love is. Only is.”
THERE WERE WORSE WAYS TO BE TORTURED THAN WITH A VISION OF JERICHO BARRONS NAKED
You’re leaving me, Rainbow Girl
...
LIKE A MOTH TO A FLAME, I FOLLOWED
Keep your friends close … and your enemies closer
Yes, I will admit throughout most of this series I was …
“Most people are good and occasionally do something they know is bad. Some people are bad and struggle every day to keep it under control. Others are corrupt to the core and don’t give a damn, as long as they don’t get caught. But evil is a completely different creature, Mac. Evil is bad that believes it’s good.
“You can’t protect me forever.”
He gave me a look that said, Are you crazy? Of course I could
Where Seelie feet touch the earth, the snow melts with a hiss. Steam rises and flowers push up through cracks, blooming brilliantly, anointing the air with the scents of jasmine and sandalwood. The Seelie end of the street is bathed in golden light.
Where my army’s hooves and scaled bellies pass over the stones, a crust of black ice forms. The night embraces us; stealthy shadows, we ooze forward from the blackness.
"Evil is bad that believes it's good."
"The good guys and bad guys aren't as easy to tell apart as I used to think they were. You can't look at someone with your eyes and take their measure.
You have to look with the heart."
"Some things are sacred. Until you act like they're not. Then you lose them."
"Fire to his chill. Ice to her flame."
"You're Mac," he says. "and I'm Jericho. And nothing else matters. Never will. You exist in a place that is beyond all rules for me. Do you understand that?"
I do.
Jericho Barrons just told me he loves me.
"She warms his frost. He cools her fever."
"Dying is overrated. Human sentimentality has twisted it into the ultimate act of love. Biggest load of bullshit in the world. Dying for someone isn’t the hard thing. The man that dies escapes. Plain and simple. Game over. End of pain. Alina was the lucky one. Try living for someone. Through it all—good, bad, thick, thin, joy, suffering. That’s the hard thing."