urban-fantasy

My dad liked to say that magic itself is never black; only the uses to which it is put, but mind magic is already tinted a deep, dark gray.

The feelings and the memories and the perceptions in me are my own, they are terrible and secret and if I can turn them out, if I can display them on canvas_ or even on my skin if I must_ He turned his head and looked at her. __hen they are special. Do you see? I create from my secrets, from the halls in my soul.

Now that he was teaching Quentin could see why the faculty didn't bother trying to improve the climate. It kept people amazingly focused. _ You could actually watch as the determination to seize the moment and live life to the fullest ebbed right out of them, and they resigned themselves to lonely, silent, indoor study instead.

My body felt heavy. It grew harder to thrash around, to move at all. I opened my mouth to scream again but no sound came from my blood-soaked lips. My eyelids fluttered closed and the world disappeared around me as I took the last few breath of my life.

Another revolution around the sun and I was still no closer to getting home. Laying on my lumpy mattress in my blood-stained shirt and dusty jeans with my arm over my eyes, I tried to imagine I was lying on Violet's couch. Clara paced in her cell and I let myself believe it was Violet, padding around the kitchen. My memory kicked up the image of her in tiny cotton shorts and a baggy Beatles t-shirt making coffee. My chest swelled and more than ever I wished I could see her face again, hear her voice.

Shadow is on the move," a soldier said suddenly.... "We spotted her in the West atrium, then she vanished into the unfinished apartments. Scared the shit out of Dr. Marea on four, then ended up in the kitchen ogling a cheesecake.

She tilted her chin up and gave him a big cheeky grin. ____ official._ Kylah pulled her shirt to the side to reveal her mark. __ee._ A low growl came from Aerric when she showed a little more than just her mark. He moved to pull her close and she chuckled right before she shimmered out. __atch me if you can, dragon boy.

Kylah grabbed a handful of grapes off the tray and started tossing them at Aerric. He tried to catch them in his mouth but was missing more than he was catching. __ou totally suck at this,_ she said as she laughed. In a flash, Aerric pinned her beneath him. __ut I__ fantastic at other things,_ he said as he pushed the robe off her shoulder.

I think it was then that it dawned on me that Mum wasn't going to notice Chris was missing. She has been made so that she thinks Chris is just round the corner all the time. She doesn't realise that she never sees him. I don't know why I didn't understand earlier. If Aunt Maria can turn Chris into a wolf, she's surely strong enough to do this to Mum- except that it seems a different kind of thing, much more natural and ordinary, and I didn't really think she could do both kinds.

I don__ sell spells, and I don__ sell tricks. I don__ carry illusions or marked cards or weighted coins. I can not sell you an endless purse or help you win the lottery. I can__ make that girl you__e got your eye on fall in love with you, and I wouldn__ do it even if I could. I don__ have a psychic hotline to your dead relatives, I don__ know if you__e going to be successful in your career, and I don__ know when you__e going to get married. I can__ get you into Hogwarts or any other kind of magic school, and if you even mention those stupid sparkly vampires I will do something unpleasant to you.

I turned to leave and paused before the gap in the ruined wall. "One last thing, Your Majesty. I'd like a name I can put into my report, something shorter than typing out 'The Leader of the Southern Shapechanger Faction.' What should I call you?""Lord."I rolled my eyes.He shrugged. "It's short.

Quote from MOONLIGHT MAYHEM _ pg 224 __ero Intercedes_:His hands flickered upward, and before I knew it, they were cupping my face. So, damnably fast now. Demonic-like fast. Trent reeled me closer. Our foreheads joined. He held me, while I trembled in his arms. I was vaguely aware of Evans and Maxwell watching, although it didn__ seem important. Nothing seemed important whenever he did this. It felt like we were enclosed in our own personal bubble made only for the two of us. Trent murmured something in my ear. We stood like that until my shaky legs gradually regained strength. I shut my eyes and pretended my body wasn__ sizzling with heat-lightning because Trent stood so close. My hormones always decided to rebel whenever he put his arms around me. And it wasn__ totally awkward and uncomfortable. No, it felt like the best thing I__ experienced since before Dad__ death. And that__ saying a lot.

Fuathan don__ come out until after dark. Sunlight kills them.___ike vampires?___ind of. Very mean, sub-aquatic vampires who don__ need to drink your blood, but might do it anyway, just for fun.

Nothing that is will always be.- Open Mic Singer

Thank you, miss _?___nnabelle._ She dropped a napkin onto his lap and smiled. __nd might I say you are a handsome gent. Beautiful green eyes! I can see why Miss Ayden fancies your company!__ane frowned. __iss Ayden? Is this the same creepy woman with the gray eyes and weapons arsenal dangling from her hips?___hy yes, sir. Although, she__ not so scary, once you get to know her._ Anna backed away and clasped her fingers together. __it of a sweet spot she has._ She winked.__eah. I noticed.

Quote from BEAUTIFULLY BROKEN _ pgs. 86 -87 __ Kiss_:I went to snatch my hand away, but Trent caught my hand in his, startling me. I looked up to see warmth on his face. His smile held the promise of happiness. He scooted closer and held my gaze for a breath, glanced down. He leaned forward, as if he had no control over his actions. I inhaled his nice, soapy-clean scent, and all coherent thought left my head.His hands gripped my waist and Trent yanked me against him, his mouth covering mine in a deep kiss. The caress of his lips was softer than I__ imagined. An unfamiliar rush of excitement engulfed my senses. My hands wrapped around his neck, fingering his silky tousled hair. His moist lips seared a path from my lips to my neck, igniting a blaze of desire that flooded my skin everywhere his lips and roaming hands touched. Boys had kissed me before, but not like this. Never like this...

This is worth an eternity of torture,_ he whispered. ____ quite certain I love you more than anyone I__e ever loved, in any life. I may have lost my soul when I was turned, but it__ been replaced by you, Cassandra. I__l never let you go.

I was ashamed by my vulnerability. Nergal had really broken me. I tried so hard to stay strong, but my body couldn__ handle my determination. Eventually, I gave in to what I thought was my ultimate demise. Although my body was still weak, one look at my savior refreshed my will to live, to be strong. I looked longingly into the depths of his eyes, trying to convey my love for him, but there was no way to show how my heart beat just for him. He wasn__ my soul mate, he was my soul.