The Jasmine Throne, Tasha Suri
"You will not understand this, Princess Malini. But there is a subtle pain the conquered feel. Our old language is nearly lost. Our old ways. Even when we try to explain a vision of ourselves to one another--in our poetry, our song, our theater masks--we do so in opposition to you, or by looking to the past. As if we have no future. Parijatdvipa has reshaped us. It is not a conversation, but a rewriting. The pleasure of security and comfort can only ease the pain for so long."
Lady Derring Takes a Lover, Julie Anne Long
"Lady Derring," he said, with grave, ironic pity that made her expression immediately alter to one that suggested she'd like to do him a small violence.
Hello Stranger, Lisa Kleypas
"Touch me again," Ethan growled, "and I'll kill you with this."
West drew his hand back instantly, his gaze falling to the utensil in Ethan’s grip. "That's a spoon."
"I know."
The Ministry of Time, Kaliane Bradley
I could have written to you without including them; after all, the things that happen between lovers are lost to the work of history anyway. But I wrote it down because I need you to bear witness to it. He was here, by and with and in my body. He lives in me like trauma does. If you ever fall in love, you'll be a person who was in love for the rest of your life.
Before the Coffee Gets Cold, Toshikazu Kawaguchi
A moment ago she had been grasping at straws. Now she had a piece of straw in her hand, and she wasn't going to let it go.
The Wall of Winnipeg and Me, Mariana Zapata
I'd loved the hell out of her before I knew better, and that thought made my heart ache for kid-Vanessa, who hadn't known any better for a while.
These Burning Stars, Bethany Jacobs
They fought how Chono prayed: with reverence for the particulars of form and function, and when Esek tried to overpower them by crowding close, all she saw was a whirl of spinning wood before the stave cracked against her shin.
Love Hacked, Penny Reid
He was looking at me--half desperation, half determination, half animosity.
That's right. He was looking at me 150%.
How the Dukes Stole Christmas, Tessa Dare, et al
"We've discussed this. Murdering the duke is not a plan."
"Of course it isn't," Kat replied. "Murdering the duke is an objective. A plan requires specifics."
"You will not understand this, Princess Malini. But there is a subtle pain the conquered feel. Our old language is nearly lost. Our old ways. Even when we try to explain a vision of ourselves to one another--in our poetry, our song, our theater masks--we do so in opposition to you, or by looking to the past. As if we have no future. Parijatdvipa has reshaped us. It is not a conversation, but a rewriting. The pleasure of security and comfort can only ease the pain for so long."
Lady Derring Takes a Lover, Julie Anne Long
"Lady Derring," he said, with grave, ironic pity that made her expression immediately alter to one that suggested she'd like to do him a small violence.
Hello Stranger, Lisa Kleypas
"Touch me again," Ethan growled, "and I'll kill you with this."
West drew his hand back instantly, his gaze falling to the utensil in Ethan’s grip. "That's a spoon."
"I know."
The Ministry of Time, Kaliane Bradley
I could have written to you without including them; after all, the things that happen between lovers are lost to the work of history anyway. But I wrote it down because I need you to bear witness to it. He was here, by and with and in my body. He lives in me like trauma does. If you ever fall in love, you'll be a person who was in love for the rest of your life.
Before the Coffee Gets Cold, Toshikazu Kawaguchi
A moment ago she had been grasping at straws. Now she had a piece of straw in her hand, and she wasn't going to let it go.
The Wall of Winnipeg and Me, Mariana Zapata
I'd loved the hell out of her before I knew better, and that thought made my heart ache for kid-Vanessa, who hadn't known any better for a while.
These Burning Stars, Bethany Jacobs
They fought how Chono prayed: with reverence for the particulars of form and function, and when Esek tried to overpower them by crowding close, all she saw was a whirl of spinning wood before the stave cracked against her shin.
Love Hacked, Penny Reid
He was looking at me--half desperation, half determination, half animosity.
That's right. He was looking at me 150%.
How the Dukes Stole Christmas, Tessa Dare, et al
"We've discussed this. Murdering the duke is not a plan."
"Of course it isn't," Kat replied. "Murdering the duke is an objective. A plan requires specifics."
