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Karen Marie Moning
And if that hadn't been enough, the castle cat, obviously female and obviously in heat, had sashayed in, tail straight up and perkily curved at the tip, and wound her furry little self sinuously around Adam's ankles, purring herself into a state of drooling, slanty-eyed bliss. Mr. Black, my ass, she'd wanted to snap (and she liked cats, really she did; she'd certainly never wanted to kick one before, but please— even cats?), he's a fairy and I found him, so that makes him my fairy. Back off. -Gabby's thought on Adam
The most lasting wound was invisible but persistent: The knowledge of Persephone’s death hummed constantly through Adam like the pulse of the ley line.
Paul P. Enns
The new earth will complete God's program. It will be what God intended for Adam and Eve in Eden.
The whole Mysterie of Mans Natural Happiness was comprized in his being in Covenant with God, according to the Covenant of Works in the First Adam; And the whole Mysterie of Mans supernatural Happiness is comprehended in Mans being in Covenant with God, according to the Covenant of Faith in Jesus Christ the last Adam
Karen Marie Moning
She was tipping her head back to inquire, when two men entered the great hall and the question flew right out of her head. They were simply two of the most gorgeous men she'd ever seen. Twins, though different. They were both tall and powerfully built. One was taller by a few inches, with dark hair that swept just past his shoulders and eyes like shard of silver and ice while the other had long black hair falling in a single braid to his waist, and eyes as gold as Adam's torque. They were elegantly dressed in tailored clothing of dark hues, with magnificent bodies that dripped with raw sex appeal. Oh, my, she marveled, they don't amek men like these in the States. Were these typical Scotsmen? If so, she was going to have to get Elizabeth over here somehow. A connoisseur of romance novels, Elizabeth's favorites were the Scottish ones, and these two men looked as if they'd just stepped straight off one of those covers. "Try not to gape, ka-lyrra. They're only human. Mortal. Puny. And married. Both of them. Happily.
Listening to him tell the story now, it was clear to Adam that Glendower was more than a historical figure to Gansey. He was everything Gansey wished he could be: wise and brave, sure of his path, touched by the supernatural, respected by all, survived by his legacy.
I only need a second. So I can show her that I'm here. That someone's still here.
He’s an Imago,” Adam repeated. “They kill humans, or use them as blood banks.” "You speak as if humans do not do that to each other,” Rekesh commented. “Not all Imagoes choose to be evil, as not all humans choose to be good. ~Rekesh and Adam
Karen Marie Moning
There were twenty-three females on the Keltar estate--not counting Gwen, Chloe, herself, or the cat--Gabby knew, because shortly after Adam had become visible last night, she'd met each and every one, from tiniest tot to tottering ancient. It had begun with a plump, thirtyish maid popping in to pull the drapes for the evening and inquire if the MacKeltars "were wishing aught else?" The moment her bespectacled gaze had fallen on Adam, she'd begun stammering and tripping over her own feet. It had taken her a few moments to regain a semblance of coordination, but she'd managed to stumble from the library, nearly upsetting a lamp and a small end table in her haste. Apparently it had been haste to alert the forces, for a veritable parade had ensued: a blushing curvaceous maid had come offering a warm-up of tear (they'd not been having any), followed by a giggling maid seeking a forgotten dust cloth (which--was anyone surprised?--was nowhere to be found), then a third one looking for a waylaid broom (yeah, right--they swept castles at midnight in Scotland--who believed that?), then a fourth, fifth, and sixth inquiring if the Crystal Chamber would do for Mr. Black (no one seemed to care what chamber might do for her; she half-expected to end up in an outbuilding somewhere). A seventh, eighth, and ninth had come to announce that his chamber was ready would he like an escort? A bath drawn? Help undressing? (Well, okay, maybe they hadn't actually asked the last, but their eyes certainly had.) Then a half-dozen more had popped in at varying intervals to say the same things over again, and to stress that they were there to provide "aught, aught at all Mr. Black might desire." The sixteenth had come to extract two tiny girls from Adam's lap over their wailing protests (and had stayed out of his lap herself only because Adam had hastily stood), the twenty-third and final one had been old enough to be someone's great-great-grandmother, and even she'd flirted shamelessly with the "braw Mr. Black," batting nonexistent lashes above nests of wrinkles, smoothing thin white hair with a blue-veined, age-spotted hand. And if that hadn't been enough, the castle cat, obviously female and obviously in heat, had sashayed in, tail straight up and perkily curved at the tip, and would her furry little self sinuously around Adam's ankles, purring herself into a state of drooling, slanty-eyed bliss. Mr. Black, my ass, she'd wanted to snap (and she liked cats, really she did; she'd certainly never wanted to kick one before, but please--even cats?), he's a fairy and I found him, so that him my fairy. Back off.
Laurie Halse Anderson
Eve ate the apple because Adam was afraid
Conversation between Adam and Eve must have been difficult at times, because they had nobody to talk about.
If homosexuality were normal, God would have created Adam and Bruce.
If Adam was stupid about his pride, Gansey was stupid about Adam.
Even though Sean still held my head down I was the only one who thought to ask "Who's driving the boat?" Over the motor I heard girls screaming at us the instant before we crashed.
Karen Marie Moning
Hunger for me, ka-lyrra, he thought silently, get addicted to me. I will be both venom and antidote, your poison and your only cure.
«Io dico che nessuno ti ha mai fatto godere davvero. Per questo ti accontenti dell’immaginazione.» L’accenno di sorriso mi distrae dalle sue intenzioni. Adesso entrambe le sue gambe intrecciano la mia. No. La imprigionano, perché io non fugga.
Eve said to the serpent, “You know I could go for a bite to eat, but I don't know you from Adam.”
Bruce R. Mcconkie
Existence came from God; death came by Adam; and immortality and eternal life come through Christ.
In the ages since Adam's marriage, it has been good for some men to be alone, and for some women also.
Jose R. Coronado
Drop jewels from the top of these clouds, a drop top John F. Kennedy head shot. It's secrecy hidden in sight of these bars in hip-hop. A compass and square ruler, the pencil is the fueler, 33 degrees below and my mind is fire that keeps me cooler. It's a building of mind, a freezing of time, reverse history back to the garden, the story of the first Atom to be divine.
To Adam Paradise was home. To the good among his descendants home is paradise.
In my mind God made Adam and Eve, he didn't make Adam and Steve.
Oh, God," Lori said without looking at me, "what are they thinking, leaving the two of us alone out here on the dock together? We might TALK or something." "That would be awful," I said. "I might give you a hickey." She laughed, still watching for Cameron's start instead of looking at me. "Just by talking to me?" "I can talk really dirty. You'd be surprised.
Why do I let you do this to me?" Adam panted against his face, damp and warm, and heartbeat racing in his chest. "How do you ruin me like this?
Karen Marie Moning
After he'd gone, she'd suffered a momentary, nearly immobilizing flash of panic--what if the Hunters somehow managed to find her while he was gone?--but it dissipated swiftly, leaving her astonished to realize that she truly trust him to keep her safe, at least from everything besides himself.
But as she looked over toward the doors, her breath caught. Her eyes locked on the deep blue ones of a man just entering. He was tall and muscular, his hair blonde and well cut. And he was dressed impeccably in a dark grey suit and a deep blue tie. But it was his eyes that drew her focus and made her heart beat faster.
Clinical, brilliantly medical-minded Adam believes in fate. A fate with Fia.
I have no desire to spend every night of the next few months at balls and soirees or drowning in tea with morning callers.
Karen Marie Moning
It had taunted, provoked, brushed its big, hard body against hers at every opportunity, and in general lounged about looking like the epically horny fairy it was reputed to be. ~Gabby's thoughts on Adam
Per anni ho vissuto tra persone per le quali non contavo nulla. Ero la signorina Nessuno. Qui dentro sono la ragazza più potente. Per i miei clienti sono l’unica alla quale possano pensare. Non provo vergogna nel desiderare di essere in primo piano, né di stringere tra le unghie il mio momento di gloria sotto i riflettori.
Where are we to look for the consumption required but among the unproductive labourers of Adam Smith?.
Il n'est pas hors de propos, je crois, pour bien établir l'époque où le Sauveur est né, d'exposer maintenant l'histoire chronologique des empereurs romains. Auguste régna quarante-trois ans, Tibère vingt-deux ans, Caïus quatre ans, Claude quatorze ans, Néron quatorze ans, Galba un an, Vespasien dix ans, Titus trois ans, Domitien quinze ans, Nerva un an, Trajan dix-neuf ans, Adrien vingt et un ans, et Antonin vingt et un ans. Puis le régne de Marc-Aurèle, surnommé Antonin, et celui de Commode, donnent ensemble trente-deux ans. Depuis Auguste jusqu'à Commode il s'est donc écoulé deux cent vingt-deux ans, et depuis Adam jusqu'à la mort de Commode, cinq mille sept cent quatre-vingt-quatre ans deux mois douze jours.
The soul of the poorest child is of equal dignity with the soul of Adam.
The man is moody as hell.” “I am not moody—” “Yeah, bro.” Kenji puts his utensils down. “You are moody. It’s always ‘Shut up, Kenji.’ ‘Go to sleep, Kenji.’ ‘No one wants to see you naked, Kenji.’ When I know for a fact that there are thousands of people who would love to see me naked—
Son," he said, "you monkeyed up.
Do you know what keeps poor people down, Mr. Parrish? It’s not a lack of income. It’s a poverty of imagination. The trailer park dreams of the suburbs, and the suburbs dreams of the city, the city dreams of the stars, so on and so forth. The poor can imagine the throne, but not being kingly. Poverty of imagination.
Karen Marie Moning
Damn it's good to be me" Adam Black on being Adam Black.
I bet you don't have to be Spanish to be the Spanish Inquisition," said Adam. "I bet it's like Scottish eggs or American hamburgers. It just has to look Spanish. We've just got to make it look Spanish. Then everyone would know it's the Spanish Inquisition.
I'll tell you something,' she said. 'I'm not sure I ever really liked him.' Adam?' I said. 'I don't blame you.' 'Not Adam,' she said, struggling to swallow a greedily chomped chunk. 'God.
Karen Marie Moning
But apart from that single expensive item, she stayed away from the high-dollar racks. Luxury was all well and good for a Fae prince, but what would she do with a pair of six-hundred-dollar Gucci boots? She'd be afraid to walk in them. Probably trip and break an ankle or something, and wasn't there some old fairy tale about stolen shoes that punished the thief? She knew better than most people that fairy tales had a twisted way of coming true. She slipped into jeans and laced up tennis shoes. A sturdy pair of hiking boots went into the satchel. She was done before he was. Figured. And when he returned, he was wearing dark, tattooed Armani jeans, with a sheer white silk tee and six-hundred dollar Gucci boots. Which also figured.
Since Adam and Eve ate the apple, man has never refrained from any folly of which he was capable.
Human nature is the same now as when Adam hid from the presence of God; the consciousness of wrong makes us unwilling to meet those whom we have offended.
William Butler Yeats
It's certain there is no fine thing Since Adam's fall but needs much laboring.
An Aristotle was but the rubbish of an Adam, and Athens but the rudiments of Paradise.
Cole gets up and then says, “Adam. Five texts. I can read them to you.” He pauses. “Unless they’re personal.” I roll my eyes. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m pretty sure he’s desperately in love with my sister.” Cole snorts. “He’s crazy.” “He’d have to be, right?
And so Adam, in that his speech to Eve, uttered his faith in the promise made to her of her seed, and so in that respect Adam himself came in under her covenant.
Stubble or what?" Eyes still closed he chuckled. "I'm not shaving until our parents let us date again." He kissed my cheek. "What if it takes... a... while?" I asked struggling to talk. He'd made his way down to my neck. His tongue circled there slowly. "There are only six or seven weeks until August football practice starts right?" "Hm." His mouth moved up my neck toward my ear. Oh. "Will you be able to stuff your beard into your helmet?" I croaked. In answer he put his lips on my ear. I forgot the next joke I'd planned to make and lost myself in Adam.
«Perché avere un mezzo mio, quando posso averne milioni sempre pronti in giro per le strade?» Certo. Un capo d'accusa in più, uno in meno. Quando la polizia ci troverà, sarò accusata anche di furto. «Solo un idiota scapperebbe con un SUV in una città piena di canali, tram e stradine strette» insiste, sganciando un casco integrale dal manubrio. Lo infila in fretta e accende il motore. Salgo dietro di lui prima che pensi di mollarmi qui.
All the Navel therefore and conjunctive part we can suppose in Adam, was his dependency on his Maker, and the connexion he must needs have unto heaven, who was the Sonne of God. For holding no dependence on any preceding efficient but God; in the act of his production there may be conceived some connexion, and Adam to have been in a moment all Navel with his Maker. And although from his carnality and corporal existence, the conjunction seemeth no nearer than of causality and effect; yet in his immortall and diviner part he seemed to hold a nearer coherence, and an umbilicality even with God himself. And so indeed although the propriety of this part be found but in some animals, and many species there are which have no Navell at all; yet is there one link and common connexion, one general ligament, and necessary obligation of all whatever unto God. Whereby although they act themselves at distance, and seem to be at loose; yet doe they hold a continuity with their Maker. Which catenation or conserving union when ever his pleasure shall divide, let goe, or separate, they shall fall from their existence, essence, and operations; in brief, they must retire unto their primitive nothing, and shrink into that Chaos again.
Caitlyn (telling a story of her friend): So. [She] grew up and left Neverland for the distant planet called College... And made a bunch of new friends. So. There was the one guy who was there since the beginning basically... Zechariah: Since the beginning?