Becca Fitzpatrick

“There's a disconnect between my mind and my heart, but I feel the truth. They say when people lose their vision, their hearing comes sharper. I've lost part of my memory but maybe my intuition is stronger.”

“Vee said," I'm trying to read the title he's holding…hang on…How to Be a Stalker." "He is not checking out a book with that title." But I wasn't so sure."It's either that or How to Radiate Sexy Without Trying.”

“Girl, I'm going to show you the bear in hug.”

“Hate to disappoint, but no feathers. I came to Earth stripped naked.”

“How did you get in?" "I move in mysterious ways." "God moves in mysterious ways. You move like lightning-here one moment, gone the next.”

“If I wanted easy, I'd chain myself in hell beside Rixon. The two of us could kick back and soak up the rays together.”

“I could get you to smile like that, and without sales tax.”

“Since we're keeping it primal, you smell good," he observed. "It's called a shower...," I began automatically, then trailed off. My memory snagged, taken aback by a compelling and forceful sense of undue familiarity. "Soap, shampoo, hot water," I added, almost as an afterthought. "Naked. I know the drill," Jev said, something unreadeble passing over his eyes.”

“See, when you lie to me it hurts," Rixon said, swiping an imaginary tear. "I thought we had something special. I thought our joint eternal sentences of damnation were our bond.”

“actions speak louder thanwords”

“Fine! I'll throw on some clothes. Turn around. I'm in my pj's""I'm a guy. That's like asking a kid not to glance at the candy counter.”

“What I really wanted was the impossible.”

“What does ‘hmm’ have to do with anything? Could you ever use more than five words? All this grunting and minced words make you come across—primal.”His smile tipped higher. “Primal.”“You’re impossible.”“Me Jev, you Nora.”

“I couldn't escape him, now or ever. He'd always be there, consuming my every thought, my heart locked in his hands. I was drawn to him by forces I couldn't control, let alone escape.”

“I don’t like the idea of dragging you into something that could get messy fast. If you need one more reason, I love you. This is uncharted territory for me, but I need to know that at the end of the night, I have you to come home to.”

“I love you.” His voice was straightforward, affectionate. “You make me remember who I used to be. You make me want to be that man again. Right now, holding you, I feel like we have a shot at beating all odds and making it together. I’m yours, if you’ll have me.”

“Let’s get out of here.” “Where are we going?” “You’ll see.”

“Pelo grasiento, con michelines y las cejas unidas, ¿Satisfecha? - pregunto volviendo a sonreír”

“A feeling of violation swayed inside me, making me feel as if Id been shoved off a high platform without warning. I was falling, and I feared the sensation far more than hitting bottom. There was no end; just a constantsense of gravity having its way with me.”

“I missed you, Angel. Not one day went by that I didn't feel you missing from my life.”

“I learned that I was either crazy in love with you, or putting on the best performance of my life.”

“Angel... I don't think you understand the lengths I would go to if it means keeping you here with me.”

“I'm not the distraction in the room.""Oh? And what might be?”

“Hmm?' I looked away, flustered automatically using irritation to cover my discomfort up. 'What does 'hmm' have to do with anything? Could you ever use more that five words? All this grunting and minced words make you come across-- primal.' His smile tipped higher. 'Primal.' 'You're impossible.' 'Me Jev, you Nora.”

“He inclined his head at my dress. "What's the occasion?" "Homecoming," I said, twirling. "Like?""Last I heard, Homecoming requires a date.""About that," I hedged. "I'm sort of...going with Scott. We both figure a high-school dance is the last place Hank will be patrolling."Patch smiled, but it was tight. "I take that back. If Hank wants to shoot Scott, he has my blessing.”

“I shook my head. “I don’t think so. This isn’t a good idea. This isn’t right.”“There’s all kinds of right,” he murmured. “On the spectrum, we’re still in the safe zone.” ...“Definitely right. Usually right,” Patch continued. “Mostly right. Maybe right.”

“You’re impinging on my private space,” I said, inching backward.Patch gave a barely-there smile. "Impinging? This isn’t the SAT, Nora.”

“His hands slid up my neck, searing hot. Pressing his thumbs gently into my throat, he tipped my head back. I felt his lips come against mine so hard he stopped whatever name I'd been about to call him from coming out. His hands dropped to my shoulders, skimmed down my arms, and came to rest at the small of my back. Little shivers of panic and pleasure shot through me. He tried to pull me against him, and I bit him on the lip.He licked his lip with the tip of his tongue. "Did you just bite me?""Is everything a joke to you?" I asked.He dabbed his tongue to his lip again. "Not everything.""Like what?""You.”

“Ángel”

“Te daré mis alas”

“And anyway, the first three letters in the word diet should tell you what I want it to do.”

“Duc?' The boy leaned against a twisted willow tree. 'Or bastard?”

“I'm not good," he said, piercing me with eyes that absorbed all light but reflected none, "but I was worse.”

“Because I thought I was in love. And when you think you're in love, you are willing to stick it out and make it work until it is love.”

“Say 'provoking' again. Your mouth looks provocative when you do.”

“Patch’s eyes were black orbs. Taking in everything and giving away nothing.”

“You smell good, too,” said PatchIt’s called a shower.” I was staring straight ahead. When he didn’t answer, I turned sideways. “Soap. Shampoo. Hot water.”Naked. I know the drill.”

“Patch was dressed in the usual: black shirt, black jeans and a thin silver necklace that flashed against his dark complexion. His sleeves were pushed up his forearms, and I could see his muscles working as he punched buttons. He was tall and lean and hard, and I wouldn't have been surprised if under his clothes he bore several scars, souvenirs from street fights and other reckless behavior.Not that I wanted a look under his clothes.”

“Holy freak show!”

“Thinking. A process by which I use my brain to make a rational decision.”

“...five minutes from now, when everything else had dropped away and I realized the full impact of what I’d done, I’d feel my heart breaking.”

“Patch stood over me, and a drop of rain slid from his hair, landing like ice on my collarbone. I felt it slide along my skin, disappearing beneath the neckline of my shirt. His eyes followed the raindrop, and I began to quiver on the inside.”

“There was nothing wrong with fire … as long as you didn’t stand too close. Something to keep in mind.”

“You should shower," I said. "Right now.""I smell that bad?"Actually, he smelled that good.”

“It's hard to concentrate on answers with you looking like that.”

“This is crazy," I told Patch in an undertone."I'm crazy." He was on the brink of smiling again. "About you.”

“You think the two of us and a slummy motel make for a dangerous combination?”

“The trouble was, my feelings for Patch weren't harmless.”

“...God spared not the angels that sinned,But cast them down to hell,And delivered then into chains of darknessTo be preserved unto judgment..”

“Let’s be honest, Nora. You’ve got it bad for me." His eyes held a lot of depth. "And I’ve got it bad for you.”