How to Solve Your Own Murder, Kristen Perrin
I glance at the bedside cabinet, and there is in fact a heavy brass candlestick there. Why didn't I grab that when I needed a weapon? Did I learn nothing from all those rounds of Clue with Jenny?
Birding with Benefits, Sarah T Dubb
"There's something about realizing that the birds have been here all along, and all I have to do is learn how to pay attention. It's sort of like reading, I think, looking for those little gems in the text, the words and phrases that call out to you, weaving together the story."
Silent Parade, Keigo Higashino
"The important thing is this: What you believe to be the truth and the actual truth are not necessarily the same thing. Until you know the difference, you can't make the choice that will decide your fate."
Killer Kung Pao, Vivien Chien
"I hate to ask this, but do you think that June is guilty?"
Her eyes slowly met mine, and there was a sadness in them that hurt my heart. "The stories do not sound good," she repeated.
Camp Jupiter Classified: A Probatio's Journal, Rick Riordan
Today was super fun, except for the near-death experience.
Donut Fall in Love, Jackie Lau
@RyanKwoksFather followed only one "person" other than Ryan. Cookie Monster.
Liars, Sarah Manguso
Without meaning to, I began to restrict the material in my diary. I had become unable to articulate certain feelings. And so my body became their cultivation dish.
A Lady by Midnight, Tessa Dare
Given a choice between watching Miss Kate Taylor weep and offering his own liver to carrion birds, he would have had his knife out and sharpened before the first tear rolled down her face.
Never Let Me Go, Kazuo Ishiguro
Even at the time, I realised this couldn't be right, that this interpretation didn't fit with the rest of the lyrics. But that wasn't an issue with me. The song was about what I said, and I used to listen to it again and again, on my own, whenever I got the chance.
The Maid and the Crocodile, Jordan Ifueko
"The point of these lessons is that you learn to use your voice--"
"I am using my voice now, oga: Shut your mouth and listen," I snapped, which stunned him into blank-faced silence.
How to End a Love Story, Yulin Kuang
He stares at the woman on his porch, whose hidden layers he's just starting to unravel, and he gets a sharp, strange sensation in the back of his lizard brain that he might be in some danger here, which is ridiculous.
Orbital, Samantha Harvey
You could never really comprehend the stars, but the earth you could know in the way you know another person, in the way he came quite studiedly and determinedly to know his wife. With a yearning that's hungry and selfish. He wishes to know it, inch by inch.
Moon Over Soho, Ben Aaronovitch
The single CCTV camera that covered the corridor began to malfunction at about the time I started up the steps, and none of the recording equipment in the interview rooms was turned on. This was all to the good for me, because it meant that when I came around the corner and found myself face to face with the Pale Lady, my thirty seconds of stunned indecision were not recorded for posterity.
The History of Sound, Ben Shattuck
"What is it you do, again?"
"Mining, infrastructure in developing nations," Elizabeth said.
"Like colonialism," August said.
"Mostly power and roadways." She turned to August. "Sorry not all of us are quietly chiseling toward the beating heart of the human experience, August."
Incarnate, Anton Strout
"You're the one who unleashed your monster on us," the woman said.
"I do not answer to her," I said. "I am my own monster."
"Comforting," the woman said.
Star Wars: The High Republic: Convergence, Zoraida Cordova
"She didn't even remember me. Why would she? What is one grieving boy in a galaxy full of them?"
"Everything," Gella found herself saying.
She felt it then, as he pulled his hand away from hers, the wound in his heart. That was the thing he was protecting.
My Lord and Spymaster, Joanna Bourne, x2
"Why am I talking to you instead of eavesdropping on Whitbys?"
"Common decency."
"A virtue in short supply hereabouts. Did I explain to you that we're spies? Surely I mentioned that at some point."
Rejection, Tony Tulathimutte
Her anger cremates away all her affection for him, but not the obsession, leaving her a scorched skeleton of wrath.
Onyx Storm, Rebecca Yarros
"I don't want to have this fight again. The four of us are stronger together than we are apart. Don't fuck with that, even for Riorson. If you're too afraid to tell Rhi, Sawyer, or me about something you're doing because you know we're going to lose our shit, then either you shouldn't be doing it or you deserve to have shit lost on you."
The Stand-Up Groomsman, Jackie Lau
It was unfortunate that Po Po was holding the phone, not Joy. Mel could tackle his little sister to retrieve it, but he couldn't tackle his elderly grandmother.
Headshot, Rita Bullwinkel
Boxing is the opposite of being alone on a dust-filled prairie. Rose Mueller loves every girl who agrees to fight against her because they have agreed to be with her without needing to speak to her.
Moonbound, Robin Sloan
"You would wage a war against the dragons," he said, "in the name of a better view."
"Yes," Durga said, "because the view is everything."
The Au Pair Affair, Tessa Bailey
That was life, wasn't it? Making connections, bonding with people and places, then moving forward without them. Missing them. Carrying those influences around, sort of like layers of clothing.
The Wild Robot, Peter Brown
"I forgive you," said Roz. Whether she was capable of true forgiveness is anybody's guess. But they were nice words, and Thorn felt better when he heard them.
Someone Like Us, Dinaw Mengestu
"I said this would be much easier if I knew why I still love you."
She had by that point ample reason not to, and I felt determined to remind her of that.
"Maybe you just think you do," I told her. "But deep inside, in your subconscious, you hate me."
"I don't hate you deep inside."
She held out her hand, as if there were an offering in the center of her palm. "Sometimes I hate you right here, where anyone can see it."
The Extinction of Irena Rey, Jennifer Croft
I took a step out into the hallway, where my eyes drifted up the trail of sylvan filth Alexis had left on her way to be showered. I thought I saw, on the floral runner rug, a luminous beetle, dusting itself off, beginning to check out its new surroundings. It glimmered a russet green; from here it was magnificent, and I thought that if my story was a folktale, that beetle would turn out to be Irena.
The Sense of Wonder, Matthew Salesses
He acted as if his life was still conditional, as if at any moment, someone might send him back to an orphanage in Korea. At least, that's how I saw it. He never stopped worrying that his reality might disappear. I knew this feeling too, because part of our reality was the same: Asian American basketball player.
Catwoman: Lonely City, Cliff Chiang
The Boy with the Bookstore, Sarah Echavarre Smith
What would I even say at this point? Hey, Joelle. Really sorry I've been acting like a dick lately. I'm having some serious personal problems that I've got no idea how to cope with and because I'm kind of a loner, I don't really have anyone to talk to about it, so while I try to figure this all out on my own, my default is to act like a closed-off jackass.
A Power Unbound, Freya Marske
He said, coming to the realisation along the way, like a sentence that only revealed itself word by word as he wrote it down: "You're still the kind of arse who'll pick two fights before breakfast, but you've been desperate for someone else to look after, haven’t you?"
The Forbidden Rose, Joanna Bourne, x2
Carruthers narrowed her eyes at Guillaume. "Next time you decide to topple the government of France," there was an edge to her voice, "warn me."
The Murder of Roger Ackroyd, Agatha Christie
"Les femmes," generalized Poirot. "They are marvelous! They invent haphazard--and by miracle they are right. Not that it is that, really. Women observe subconsciously a thousand little details, without knowing that they are doing so. Their subconscious mind adds these little things together--and they call the result intuition."
The Portrait of a Duchess, Scarlett Peckham
People liked the idea of a fight. They liked to write essays in support of fine principles, to discreetly send banknotes. But they were markedly less courageous when it came to putting themselves directly in the line of fire.
Dream Girl Drama, Tessa Bailey
"Oh hell no. A baseball player?" spat Corrigan.
Mailer stood up. "Fuck that. We ride. No one's sister is dating a baseball player."
Do You Want to Start a Scandal, Tessa Dare
Perhaps this wasn’t love after all, but malaria.
The Book Censor's Library, Bothayna Al-Essa
A thought sprang into his head: every story was a retelling of older ones and a harbinger of tales still to come. It's been the same story since the beginning of time, and it will live on forever, giving birth to a new version of itself every day. He had never felt so close to understanding the Divine as he did at that moment.
The Night Ends with Fire, KX Song
I had ventured out into the world believing in the possibility of wonder, the possibility that life outside my bedroom walls could be more tremendous than anything I could imagine at home. It was tremendous, yes, and wretched, and senseless, and savage.
And still I wanted more of it.
Once Upon a Winter's Eve, Tessa Dare
And that was how Miss Violet Winterbottom, habitual wallflower, found herself in Sir Lewis Finch's Egyptian-themed library, keeping vigil with a hobbled youth, a tavern keeper, and an unconscious man who just might be a spy.
The Mercies, Kiran Millwood Hargrave
Vardø is an island, the harbor like a bite taken out of one side, the other shores too high or rocky for boats to be launched. Maren learnt nets before she learnt hurt, weather before she learnt love. In summer her mother's hands are speckled with the tiny stars of fish scales, flesh hung out to salt and dry like white drapes of baby's swaddling, or else wrapped in reindeer skins and buried to rot.
Beauty and the Blacksmith, Tessa Dare
Awkwardness wasn't characterized by silence. Oh, no--awkwardness had a symphony all its own. The thump of an erratic heartbeat, contrasting with the steady squelch of hooves on packed mud. The roar of a thousand unspoken words piled up in one's throat, all clamoring to get loose.
The Inugami Curse, Seishi Yokomizo
So this was the inception of the unearthly series of murders that befell the Inugami clan. The curtain had risen on the first act of this blood-soaked tragedy.
The Gentle Art of Fortune Hunting, KJ Charles
'Why are you staying? Why haven't you gone?'
'That was an argument. This is a crisis. When we've dealt with the crisis, we'll go back to the argument.'
Reclaiming Composition for Chicano/as and Other Ethnic Minorities, Iris D Ruiz
Quantitative measures of who is cited in a discipline largely determine what the field or discipline pays attention to and, thus, also determines a power base for that same field.
Breaking the Dark, Lisa Jewell
Jessica walks back out onto the street, and then, with a start and a shock, she opens her eyes, her voice catching on a forgotten word, and finds that she is on her hotel bed, tangled up in sheets, awaking from a dream.
Beautyland, Marie-Helene Bertino
When you're alone, you are in the right place to watch sadness approach like storm clouds over an open field. You can sit in a chair and get ready for it. As it moves through you, you can reach out your hands and feel every edge. When it passes and you can drink coffee again you even miss it because it has been loyal to you like a boyfriend.
The Book of George, Kate Greathead
All her fears and insecurities about their relationship came out in a torrent of tears and accusations, and there was nothing George could say or do to reassure her. It didn't help that many of her concerns were warranted or resonated with George as questions he’d asked himself.
The Battle of Jedha, George Mann
That his own story has now come to an end means only that he is complete. That his tale is written, and he has chosen how he wished to be remembered. Isn’t that all any of us can hope for?
The Wedding People, Alison Espach
"You should get some dresses while you're out," Lila says, and no one asks why Phoebe is the maid of honor and yet has brought no dresses for the week. They are three days into the wedding now, ready to accept whatever reality the bride dictates.
Impossible Creatures, Katherine Rundell
"Are you sure?" said Christopher suddenly. It seemed too much: eternity. He found he wanted, desperately, to protect her; to protect the girl who was taking on all of time.
"Don't ask me that," said Mal. "I don't want that question."
Colored Television, Danzy Senna
On the shelves, the stalwart anthologies of all those slightly banal stories she found so easy to teach. Genius, she'd learned, didn't teach as well as mere competence, where the mechanics were all visible on the surface.
Wayward Witch, Zoraida Cordova
How am I supposed to know what to say? I know the ingredients that will conjure luck and I can brew a potion to talk to the dead, but no one ever taught me how to speak a truth that is uncomfortable.
Fix Her Up, Tessa Bailey
"Bickering sends the wrong message."
"Mom, our meetings are ninety percent bickering."
"It's how we communicate," Bethany agreed.
Vivian shook her head. "Sad."
Say Yes to the Marquess, Tessa Dare
"You honestly think a stupid monocle is all you need to blend in with the aristocracy?"
Bruiser raised the quizzing glass and peered at Rafe through the lens. Solemnly.
The idiot might be onto something.
Barrayar, Lois McMaster Bujold, x2
"Please don't break my secretary, Drou, the repairs are expensive," said Aral mildly.
Window Shopping, Tessa Bailey
This man smiles constantly.
I hate him.
The Mistress Experience, Scarlett Peckham
"Need any help?" Thaïs asked, in the tone of a woman who did not in any way wish to help.
Path of Deceit, Justina Ireland and Tessa Gratton
Zallah studied him for a moment, then said, "Remember the difference between trusting your feelings and enthusiastically expressing them."
The Black Hawk, Joanna Bourne
In her teacup, the layer of dissolved sugar swirled like silk at the bottom. She drank and watched him over the rim of the cup.
Firelight, Kristen Callihan
Home. She'd been searching for it the whole of her life. And found it in a man more elusive than shadows. "Home is not where one visits. It is where one returns to at the end of each day."
Love Her or Lose Her, Tessa Bailey
"You're being weird in your text messages."
"No, I'm not," Georgie sputtered. "Weird how?"
"I asked what flavor of ice cream I should pick up at the store. Your answer was..." He looked down at his phone and read from the screen. "'What if we pick a flavor now and want something totally different down the road? It's too risky picking just one. Sometimes vanilla is great, but what if people expected to see you with rocky road? They'll wonder if you regretted it and it'll be too late to dress up vanilla. Toppings don't count.'"
Sunrise on the Reaping, Suzanne Collins
I pick up the spoon and take a bite. Tears come, and I let them fall, unchecked, while I empty the basin. It's okay to cry around Mags.
Slippery Creatures, KJ Charles
Will attempted to manoeuvre himself out of bed without falling on his arse, waking his companion, or knocking over the chair with its load of mugs and tumblers. He achieved precisely none of those goals.
A Bánh Mì for Two, Trinity Nguyen
I fidget with the backspace key, feeling its comfort. Sometimes I wish I could just backspace parts of my life.
Chase Me, Tessa Bailey
The way she’d looked up at him, green eyes shining, and said, Think about me. Ah, it all made sense now. She'd cursed him.
The Duke, Gaelen Foley
He listened at it and winced to hear the sound of soft crying. He frowned; he scowled; he fought with himself; and then finally, certain it was a bad idea, he knocked.
Faker, Sarah Smith
The painkillers are holding the filter between my brain and my mouth hostage. I am no longer myself. I am Morphine Emmie who is making my coworker feel self-conscious by showering him with compliments about his body.
Rogue Spy, Joanna Bourne
In the daylight, on this open path, in the midst of children rolling hoops and pigeons chasing bugs through the grass, madly and stupidly and immodestly, with great exactness and specificity, she wanted him. Her body was not wise.
Emily Wilde's Encylopaedia of Faeries, Heather Fawcett
"You are not so terrible, Em. You merely need friends who are dragons like you."
The Wedding Witch, Erin Sterling
She took a deeper sniff. Juniper. Maybe some rosemary thrown in. In any case, she’d been in this business long enough to know that when a kindly and ancient witch handed you an amulet of protection, you put the fucking thing on.
Devil's Daughter, Lisa Kleypas
"That was an accident," Mr. Ravenel said over her head, breathing hard.
"Yes," Phoebe said dazedly, "I understand."
"The book was falling...I was reaching for it, and...your lips were in the way."
Garden Spells, Sarah Addison Allen
He stared up at the moon, which looked like a giant hole in the sky, letting light through from the other side. He took deep breaths of the wet grass and warm roses and the black pavement from the highway that was still so hot from the summer sun that it melted at the edges and smelled like fire.
The Duchess War, Courtney Milan
"Of course you're charming." She didn't look up. "I'm charmed. I'm charmed to my teeth." There was a note in her voice that sounded so bitter that it almost tasted sweet.
Vanishing Treasures: A Bestiary of Extraordinary Endangered Creatures, Katherine Rundell
I am glad not to be a Greenland shark; I don't have enough thoughts to fill five hundred years. But I find the very idea of them hopeful.
There are, at an optimistic estimate, 1,500 Borneo elephants left. Poaching for tusk, skin, hair, and meat, and our constant movement into green uncultivated space, render their return in numbers almost impossible. Where there was once a swath of beauty, there will be thin scatterings of it. They are one victim of a far larger conundrum: that we have not yet risen, as a human species, to the concept of that which we cannot undo.
Nothing But Blackened Teeth, Cassandra Khaw
One girl each year. Two hundred and six bones times a thousand years. More than enough calcium to keep this house standing until the stars ate themselves clean, picked the sinew from their own shining bones. All for one girl as she waited and waited. Alone in the dirt and the dark.
The Duke I Tempted, Scarlett Peckham
Principle was a virtue dukes could afford. Gardeners had to be more judicious in their allocations.
Beauty Like the Night, Joanna Bourne
She bowed her head to breathe against the palm of his hand. The moment was intimate beyond bearing. They were both shaking. They were very annoyed with each other.
The Hunger Games, Suzanne Collins, x3
The boy from District 1 dies before he can pull out the spear.
I Am Legend, Richard Matheson
I don the robe of hermit without a cry, he thought. On the phonograph, music played, quiet and unhurried. Outside, the vampires waited.
The Sugared Game, KJ Charles
He didn't want to play Waring's game, or pretend to behave normally, or lie by omission to Maisie and Phoebe. He didn't want to be in this filthy game where the threats and violence were coated in a layer of polite pretence; if there had to be blood, he didn't need it sugared.
The Duchess Deal, Tessa Dare
"You can't be asking me to marry you."
He sighed with annoyance. "I am a duke. I'm not asking you to marry me. I am offering to marry you. It's a different thing entirely."
Tools of Engagement, Tessa Bailey
In a hardware store, a man only had to drop the barest hint about his project and dudes started pouring out of the aisles touting the best advice. This was a ritual that saved men from having to actually ask for help while also making other men feel useful.
Darkfever, Karen Marie Moning
I dropped my bags on the bed, pushed the curtain aside, and looked out at the city where my sister died. I didn't want it to be beautiful, but it was.
A Kiss for Midwinter, Courtney Milan
"Disease is a mystery. Health is inscrutable. The body itself is scarcely understood; we can only examine the secrets of the dead. And in all that dark ignorance, we're sometimes granted a rare moment of illumination, of understanding. The truth is a gift."
The Earl I Ruined, Scarlett Peckham
"I'm saying this because it's true."
"It could not possibly be true, because love is not a declaration. It is a system of behavior."
The Muse of Maiden Lane, Mimi Matthews
"Forget being small and quiet," Teddy said in a burst of passionate impatience. "I'm asking you to be conspicuous with me!"
The Governess Game, Tessa Dare
"You deserve to know what a worthless scoundrel he is, Alex."
"Yes!" Chase exclaimed. He reached for Ashbury’s hand and pumped it in a vigorous greeting. "Thank you. I've been trying to tell her myself, but she won't listen."
The Heiress Effect, Courtney Milan
This wasn't the way he was supposed to fall in love. He was supposed to meet someone, to discover that her wants and wishes coincided with his, that their dreams overlapped. He didn't want to meet a woman, to discover that the breath he drew seemed to come from her lungs, and then to realize that they couldn't both breathe at the same time.
Lord Dashwood Missed Out, Tessa Dare
The size of his social circle might have declined in the years since he'd married a serving girl, but the quality of friendship had grown immeasurably.
A Princess in Theory, Alyssa Cole
Apparently, oh-sure-I'll-do-that Ledi had been incinerated by the flames of her frustration and I-wish-a-motherfucker-would Ledi had risen from the ashes.
Emily Wilde's Map of the Otherlands, Heather Fawcett
Apart from a few bruises, she was largely unharmed, and now that the shock had worn off she seemed to view the attack as a thrilling tale ripe for scholarly documentation, and was already making notes on the subject. An entirely unhealthy response to attempted murder, of course; I have never been more convinced that she has the makings of a dryadologist.
When a Scot Ties the Knot, Tessa Dare
"What have I done? Most lasses like it when a man kills the bugs. Along with reaching high places and giving sexual pleasure, it's one of the few universally popular qualities we have on offer."
The Countess Conspiracy, Courtney Milan
It had not been lost on Sebastian that when Violet needed codes for I need you and come see me, she'd chosen phrases that bordered on rude.
The Suffragette Scandal, Courtney Milan
"But we're not trying to empty the Thames," she told him. "Look at what we're doing with the water we remove. It doesn't go to waste. We're using it to water our gardens, sprout by sprout. We're growing bluebells and clovers where once there was a desert. All you see is the river, but I care about the roses."
Subtle Blood, KJ Charles
"You're right if ever a man was right."
"I've killed four people since November and I don't care. Does that sound right to you?"
That gave Kim a moment's pause. "I didn't say you were a vicar."
Talk Sweetly to Me, Courtney Milan
"Rose, did you just lie to me about mathematics to get me into bed?" He laughed. "I don't think I've ever been so flattered."
Between the Devil and Ian Eversea, Tessa Dare
She was out of her depth with him, which made her even more reckless than usual. She was like a kitten with tiny sharp claws crawling up his trouser leg. She suspected he would indulge her only so long before he shook her off abruptly.
Josh and Hazel's Guide Not Dating, Christina Lauren
"I sometimes wonder what the world would be like if clothes were never invented."
"I literally never wonder that."
Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen, x3
Elizabeth loved absurdities, but she had known Sir William's too long.
Those Beyond the Wall, Micaiah Johnson
He stares at my face, taking in the signs that I'm trying not to cry like he's trying to decide if he cares.
He doesn't.
Our friendship ends when, and because, he looks away.
Nine Rules to Break When Romancing a Rake, Sarah MacLean
"You cannot do this."
"Why? Because I'm a woman?"
"No! Because you're mad! You will be caught!"
"I haven't been caught yet."
"I've caught you! Twice!"
After the Wedding, Courtney Milan
They said that hell had no fury like a woman scorned, but they were wrong. Women were scorned again and again and again. It was only after the seventieth scorning that they let loose a fraction of their righteous anger. Frankly, men had no idea how lucky they were that any woman was rational at all.
Wicked and the Wallflower, Sarah MacLean
Everyone was always on about women’s décolletages and how corsetry was growing more salacious by the minute and skirts clung too close to women’s legs, but had any one of those people seen a man without a coat? Good God.
Devil in Spring, Lisa Kleypas
She stared up at him mutely. Her entire vocabulary had collapsed. Her head was nothing but a box of loose moveable type.
The Wallflower Wager, Tessa Dare
"Your eyes are the worst of it. They turn into these...these pools. Glassy blue pools with man-eating sharks beneath the surface."
"I hope you're not planning a career in poetry."
Mind Over Monsters: Supporting Youth Mental Health with Compassionate Challenge, Sarah Rose Cavanagh
Trust, after all, is the essential part of a trust fall.
It Started with a Scandal, Julie Anne Long
He felt triumph surge through him, not unlike a welling of strings in a symphony overture. He’d never had a thought quite like that before in his entire life.
Cold-Hearted Rake, Lisa Kleypas
"There are three things that everyone expects of an aristocrat," the valet replied, tugging firmly at the pig's collar. "A country house, and a weak chin, and eccentricity."
Once Upon a Marquess, Courtney Milan
She didn't want any of his quiet reassurances. She wanted justice. She wanted anger. She wanted to make his life turn topsy-turvy, as hers had done.
She also wouldn't have minded a scone.
Bloodfever, Karen Marie Moning
"He broke me, Barrons." My voice shook.
"Anyone worth knowing breaks once. Once. No shame, no foul, if you survive it. You did."
The Arabesque Table: Contemporary Recipes from the Arab World, Reem Kassis
At every turn, I have wondered where our sense of rootedness comes from. Does it come from a land that houses and feeds a family for generations, or is it family and shared history that give meaning and value to the land? I don't pretend to have the full answer, but my personal experience tells me that what binds us to a place and to others is more than political borders and artificial constructs. It is our collective memories: the shared stories, foods, smells, and music that we attach meaning to. It is the tales told around a fire under the sky of a land handed down for generations. It is the sound of a ka'ak vendor pushing his wooden cart through a thronged street, and the smell of garlic frying in olive oil before being splashed into a bubbling stew. It is the image of blossoming olive groves, the taste of their freshly pressed gold. It is the feel of a young grape leaf between our fingers, perfectly ripe for picking. It is the meals our mothers made for us when we were sick or sad, and the ones they prepared when we were celebrating too.
Role Playing, Cathy Yardley
Aiden kept his arms around her, his broad palms resting on her waist. It probably read as romantic, although she suspected it was actually insurance so she didn't go back to the table and beat the shit out of Sheryl.
Which--okay, wise move on his part.
Back After This, Linda Holmes
"Why is it okay for her to be treasured and not you?"
This--not just that she said it, but that I felt splayed open like a dissected frog and I was tempted to thank her--was the moment when I understood why Eliza Cassidy had a five-bedroom house in Bethesda and an apartment in Manhattan.
Batman/Catwoman: The Gotham War, Chip Zdarsky, Tini Howard, and Matthew Rosenberg
CATWOMAN: He's coming apart. It's happened before. He wants a Gotham that is good instead of a Gotham that's...healthy.
MARQUISE: Is he that kinda boyfriend, too?
CATWOMAN: ...he isn't. He's always let me be me.
The Devil Comes Courting, Courtney Milan
"How can you taste each steeping properly if you let the leaves sit in water for minutes on end like you're boiling soup?"
"That's how the English make it."
"Ah!" The woman threw up her hands. "The English! Fight two wars for tea and can't even make it properly!"
The Wild Robot Escapes, Peter Brown
"We've had automachines for ages," Mr. Shareef went on, "but we didn't need a robot until my wife died."
Those last words hung in the air for a while.
Marrying Winterborne, Lisa Kleypas
"I feel hot and cold, and I can scarcely breathe." She hesitated. "Is that what love feels like?"
"That's infatuation," Kathleen said. "It's love when you can breathe."
Brazen and the Beast, Sarah MacLean
"It's no place for ladies," Augie said.
If there were any five words that would catapult a woman into motion, they were surely those.
Batman, Volume 2: The Bat-Man of Gotham, Chip Zdarsky, Mike Hawthorne, et al.
And...
The Lord I Left, Scarlett Peckham
Henry walked into the room as she sat down at the table. He flashed her a smile so big that for a moment she saw colors again.
Summerwater, Sarah Moss
And she does pause and she does rest, inhales the morning through the rain, is still, lets water drip from her hair and her top. Here she is, under this mountain, beside this loch. Here, now.
When Beauty Tamed the Beast, Eloisa James
Linnet looked from her father to her aunt and something familiar panged in the general region of her heart. But it was an old pain, a familiar pain, and easily shrugged off.
Daring and the Duke, Sarah MacLean
"Why would I settle for duchess?" she asked, the night cloaking her in fury and vengeance. "I was born the duke."
Fatal Fried Rice, Vivien Chien
She's a classic sort of gal and without a doubt, my older sister had grown into a beautiful woman over the years. However, you'd sooner see me set on fire before I'd admit such a thing to her face.
Faefever, Karen Marie Moning
Don't settle into your chair and relax. It's not just my world that's in trouble; it's your world, too. It's happening, right now, while you're sitting there, munching a snack, getting ready to immerse yourself in a fictional escape. Guess what? It's not fiction, and there's no escape.
Lord of Fire, Gaelen Foley
Caro gave him a disparaging look and walked away, calling her carriage, but Lucien slid his hands into his trouser pockets and peered uncertainly up the staircase in the direction Alice had gone, discreetly jubilant at his triumph and rather amazed, in all, that he had gotten away with it.
Her Every Wish, Courtney Milan
"They'll hand you a sack of rubbish and then make you apologize for holding putrefying refuse. They act like their rules are holy and moral, but their only rule is that people like me--people like you--must lose."
The Close-Up, Sarah Smith
Getting surprise pressed juice deliveries must be the rich people equivalent of receiving an impromptu bouquet of grocery store flowers.
A Drop of Corruption, Robert Jackson Bennett
"You...wish to wait for this killer to kill again?"
"Well, I don't want to, Din. I'd prefer it if I could just toss a stone out my window and strike this fucker in the head! Yet that is unlikely."
Prisoners of Geography: Ten Maps That Explain Everything About the World, Tim Marshall
The colonial powers used ink to draw lines that bore no relation to the physical realities of the region, and created some of the most artificial borders the world has seen. In the Middle East, an attempt is now being made to redraw them in blood.
UNASUR has an impressive presence on the Internet but it remains more of a website than an economic union.
He may have the second-largest bay in the world named after him, but back in 1607 he probably would have preferred to have lived into old age rather than being cast adrift and almost certainly sent to his death by a mutinous crew sick of his voyages of discovery.
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