Best 13 quotes of Amy A. Bartol on MyQuotes

How come you’re in such a good mood? You couldn't have gotten much more sleep than I did last night. Are you a morning person?” I ask in mock horror.“A mornin’ person, well maybe, but let’s just say I got to experience the nicest parts of hell last night,” he says quietly,taking the shirt I offer him. As he rises out of thebed, I can’t help looking over his perfect abdomen and chest before he shrugs into his shirt.“I’m sorry, the nicest parts of hell? What does that mean?” I ask.“Red, yer not a guy, so there’s no point explainin’,

How do y'all say, 'hoorah' in Angel? Rude Car.

I'm stone, nothing touches me-nothing.

I prefer my justice to be blind.

I want those thousand years with you, Evie, you have no idea how much I want them. I want a thousand years, and then I want a hundred thousand more.

No Rafe can be allowed to produce offspring with you as far as the Brotherhood is concerned." "Do you have any friends at all, Kyon?

Pan knew about the war. He spent a lifetime outside under the stars, in trenches or bunkers when the only sounds at night that will bring you any comfrot are the songs of the crickets." ...... "When crickets are singing, their music drowns out all the other noises in the night sky, You can have faith that the enemy isn't moving because they'll warn you," Trey replies. "It's when the crickets stop singing that you know the enemy is near and the battle is about to begin.

That's prehistoric," I say, narrowing my eyes. "And a Saer?" "Scary cat," Wayra fills in. "How scary?" "You see me running?" Wayra counters grimly.

This is the problem with authority that you alluded to last night?" Trey asks, leaning his face close to mine. "No, this is survival, Trey. I'd love to coach you, but I charge for babysitting.

This is your draft notice, Kricket. You're in my army now. You no longer think for yourself. I will think for you. I will tell you what to do and when to do it. Do you understand?" he asks. Allowing a small smile grace my lips, I reply, "By your logic, I guess I should ask you if I understand.

War sounds romantic, heroic even, until everyone you know starts dying.

We’ll sleep when we’re tired. When we wake, I’ll find a way to make you laugh and I’ll live in the sound of it.” My throat gets tight because I long for that day to be now. “We’ll find somewhere you’ve never been and we’ll make it ours—fill it with memories of us. That’s what I want.” I finish with the alcohol swab. Leaning close, I gently blow on his healing wound to ease the sting. Reed takes my hand and brings it to his lips, kissing it tenderly. “And when we get that sleep, there will never be a your side or a my side of the bed—we’ll always meet in the middle. And when I hold you there, in our bed, you’ll let me rest my lips here.” Reed lets go of my hand to move his thumb to caress the sensitive skin of my neck just beneath my ear. I get swept up in him: my body his with one touch. I turn and rub my cheek gently against his palm. “And we won’t rush...ever,” I murmur, forgetting to be scared. I want that future with him. “The world can spin around us but we’ll take our time, savor every moment.” My head rests on his shoulder. “Just you and me.

You cannot thrive under the wrong stars, Kricket… the stars here are in opposition to you… can’t you feel it?… Let us take you home.