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There was a family joke that Lucy's first words were, "Nicholas is bugging me!

The world has a way of making things happen just when they are meant to.

They had known each other intimately, as husband and wife, countless times, He had held her with tenderness and passion, but never with such rampant wildness.

Three eternities passed before she ran a hand under her red nose and nodded. "Fine. I'll go." Alex's lungs expanded as he let the air back in. "But the first woman who makes a crack about my hair--" "I'll punch her lights out." Alex pulled her to her feet. "You're supposed to love me, so it needs to be more severe than that." "I'll yank out her heart with ice tongs." "Aw." Lucy patted his chest. "You would do that for me?" He captured her hand, felt its warmth all the way through his shirt. "No amount of carnage is too much for my girl.

Well, we can’t sit around here worrying all night. I have to do something. ” “Why don’t you call up another vampire hunter for tea?” he suggested drily.

We had accepted each other's shortcomings and differences; then, just when we began to feel the yoke of each other's companionship, just when we began to feel the beginnings of what might eventually lead to lifelong loathing, we decided to move in together. It could have been worse. People marry at times like tat; they then have ten children, live under the same roof for years and years, eventually die and arrange to be buried side by side. We only signed our names to a two year lease.

Well, life's not that easy. There's a cost for the things we want. That's what makes them worthwhile

Where's Lucy?" I asked the others. "At the farmhouse," Nicholas said with grim satisfaction. "How'd you manage that?" "She's in a closet." Solange rolled her eyes. I stared at Nicholas. "You locked your girlfriend in a closet? Smooth." "She's going to eviscerate him," Quinn said cheerfully.

Who are you?” Her eyes snapped open, and her voice held a hysterical edge. “Do I even know who you are?” He stepped over Walker’s battered corpse and grabbed her by the shoulders, leaned down so that his no-doubt foul breath washed over her face. “I am your husband, my lady.” She turned her face away from him. He shook her. “The one you promised to obey always.” “Simon—” “The one you said you’d cleave to, forsaking all others.” “I—” “The one you make love to at night.” “I don’t know if I can live with you anymore.” The words were a whisper, but they rang in his head like a death knell.

You look like you belong in a bad comic book,” I told him cheerfully. ---------------------- “What did the Drakes do that’s got you all pissy?” “Pissy? Did you just call me pissy?

You know who Mr. Darcy is?" "I exist, therefore I know who Mr. Darcy is.

You can have a normal life. It's not too late for you." I nearly laughed. "You've clearly never met my parents. Normal was never an option.

You must not allow life to happen to you.

Henceforth the leaves of the tree of knowledge were for women, and for the healing of the nations.

You're walking funny," Lucy said, a shit-eating grin on her face. Five days of out of this world sex with a starving man could do that to a girl. "You're just jealous." Brenna pushed through the door into DarkRiver's business HQ. Lucy made a mournful face. "Yes, I am. Goddamn but your man is hot. And he smiles at you! I've seen him do it, even if no one believes me.

Your idea of romance requires a corset and a time machine.

You see, we were able to give you something, something which even now no one will ever take from you, and we were able to do that principally by sheltering you. Hailsham would not have been Hailsham if we hadn’t. Very well, sometimes that meant we kept things from you, lied to you. Yes, in many ways we fooled you, I suppose you could even call it that. But we sheltered you during those years, and we gave you your childhoods. Lucy was well-meaning enough. But if she’d have her way, your happiness at Hailsham would have been shattered. Look at you both now! I’m so proud to see you both. You built your lives on what we gave you. You wouldn’t be who you are today if we’d not protected you. You wouldn’t have become absorbed in your lessons, you wouldn’t have lost yourselves in your art and your writing. Why should you have done, knowing what lay in store for each of you? You would have told us it was all pointless, and how could we have argued with you? So she had to go.

About once every six months someone notifies me that Lucy and Desi Arnaz are separating.

You think you walk, Lucy? I think you fly. You see yourself in a uniform? I see you in a cape. You're a hero, of the quietest but most genuine nature.

A psychic friend could come in very handy." I reshuffled my cards. "I predict I will," she said.

All right.” Lucy shouldered her way to my side and made a waving motion as if they were annoying flies. “Shoo!” She narrowed her eyes. “I said shoo.” They dispersed, mostly startled into moving. Only Logan remained, leaning casually against the wall. “Darling, I’m not some insect to be chased away.” “Darling?” She snorted amiably. “You’re not ninety years old, either.” He straightened. “I’m charming,” he informed her. “And women like endearments.

And your people tried to kill my best friend, so you'll forgive me if I'm not overly keen on learning the secret handshake." She shook her head sadly. "You should be going on dates and hanging out at the mall. Not wearing stakes on your belt." I shrugged one shoulder. "The mall sucks.

Know what we did, Lucy? You and me? We spent our whole lives yearning. Isn't that the God damndest thing?

Surround yourself with the right people, and realize your own worth.

But sometimes we encounter people from our past for a reason, and while it may seem uncomfortable at first, perhaps it's precisely what you need. Fate rarely makes mistakes

Besides, we've all had to overcome a bit of stupidity when falling in love. I'm afraid it comes with the territory.

Chase is playing escort this morning. He gets cranky if we keep him waiting too long." "We wouldn't want the man with the Taser to get cranky.

Can you shoot a person if you have to?" "Do you think these men had anything to do with the explosion?" "Yes." He did, but he'd have said yes either way. "Then I will blow the motherfuckers' squirrel-sized peckers off.

By then I already knew that I wanted to have a powerful odor and would not care if it gave offense.

Clasping her to him, he hugged her for a long while and she felt his guilt and fear subside. “Do you want to see something very special—something magical?” Giggling she whispered, “You already showed me that this morning.” He swatted her bottom. “Minx! Not that!

Do you think you love that fellow?" "I don't know." She closed her eyes, but the tears overflowed nevertheless. "All I know is that he opened a door into a whole new world I never even knew existed. I've stepped through that door, and I cant return. (...) Its like being blind from birth and then one day suddenly being able to see. And not just see, but to witness the sun rising in all her glory across the azure sky. The dusky lavenders and blues lightening to pinks and reds, spreading across the horizon until the entire earth is lit. Until one has to blink and fall to ones knees in awe at the light. (...) Even if one were to be made blind again in the next instant, one would ever after remember and know what was missed. What could be.

Heath," she whispered, "you're all I want. No one else ... no one . . .

Exactly. These guys just want me to play Snow White singing in her little cottage while they do all the work.' Lucy snorted. 'Snow White and the Seven Buttheads. You could give Disney a run for their money.' Nicholas poked her in the ribs. 'I am not a singing dwarf!' 'No, you're a butthead. Weren't you paying attention?

Get the hell away from her.” “I mean it Solange,” he said, his jaw clenching. “Get off her. Now.

Hart and Hope,” I muttered. “If you’re going to name your kids like that, of course they’re going to think they live in a comic book.

He caressed the side of her jaw with his fingertips, sending a light shiver down her spine. "I should warn you that if we lose the paper, we'll have to sell the house.” “That’s fine.” “And the furniture.” “I don’t care.” “And—“ “We can pawn, sell, and trade off everything we own… but if you dare say one thing about my diamond, you’ll regret it for the rest of your married life. This ring is mine, and it's not leaving my finger." He grinned at her vehemence. "I wasn’t going to say anything about your ring, honey.” Bending down to kiss her, he left wet handprints on the waist and bodice of her gown, but Lucy was too enthralled by his hearty kiss to protest. "You taste like coffee," she whispered when his lips left hers. "I could do with more." "Coffee or kisses?" "Always more kisses . . .

He continually thought of Lucy. But he did not think anything definite about her. He merely thought of her.

Every day you say something or do something that challenges me, changes me.

Finally the lock clicked. And the door opened. And there Lucy stood. An angel with a halo of blonde frizz. He stared at what they both knew was an absolute disaster and said the only thing he could. "I love it.

Heath had been there to help her, letting her draw from his strength. Did she have enough strength to sustain him in the same way?

Her eyes went so wide they nearly bulged. It was probably wrong of me to find that amusing. Or to want to take a photo of Nicholas with his fangs out and wearing a black cape lined with red satin and then hang it over my pillow in a heart-shaped frame.

He'll want to stay there forever, in a life that was simple, and the only thing that mattered was love.

He was a demon who dreamed of a Star.. She was a Star who dreamed of Falling..

He went farther into the shadows to exchange his pants for the leather breeches. Too bad. When he emerged again, he looked pretty good even though it wasn’t his style. And he was lucky there were no tights, after all. He tilted his head. 'You like it.' 'Shut up.' I blushed. I hated vampire extrasensory perception. It wasn’t fair that he could hear my heartbeat or smell my skin or what ever. 'Girls are so weird.' Kieran snorted. 'No kidding.' 'Please, you two were fighting ten minutes ago, and now you’re the best of friends?' I said witheringly. 'Guys are weird.

He was always more good than bad. He's still more good than bad, I think. It just goes to show how much of both a person can hold.

His type was the shy, bookish nerds, which was exactly what he’d been until he joined the Army. He’d been a late bloomer, hitting a second growth spurt after nineteen, when he’d shot up six inches in two years and packed on the muscle that made it possible for him to do his job. But the external changes hadn’t changed who he was inside, and he was still the sci-fi and fantasy loving guy who read scientific journals for fun.

I nodded. “Where’s your hunter?” She flinched. “He went home. We thought it would be best.” Her eyes went from worried to warning. “He’s under Drake protection.” “So am I, or so I’ve been led to understand.” “Of course you are,” Lucy said, her nose pressed to the window. “Misunderstanding. No big deal.” Solange quirked a half smile. “You might try complete sentences, Lucy.” “Can’t. Busy.” I was curious despite myself. “What are you doing?” “Drooling,” Solange explained fondly.

If you want something done, ask a busy person to do it. The more things you do, the more you can do. Lucille Ball (Source: brainyquote dot com) .

I had one more thing to add to my expanding world.

I'm eclectic,' she said to the HDs once and I could see them trying to work out where she plugged in.