The city reeked of death, and the savages that resided within its imposing starkness existed in fear of their lives. They had been shocked by the recent bloody Whitechapel murders, as if starvation, disease, moral degradation, and perpetual smog drowning all color in gray wasn’t enough to bring home the pathetic reality of their miserable existence. The police were no nearer to capturing the monster that lurked in the crevices, and London seemed stiller in the dark, the streets devoid of hope. Carol Oates
Jealous?""Maybe.""No reason. I like my ladies with a pulse.
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Rachel Caine
I never lie, " I said offhand. "At least not to those I don't love.
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Anne Rice
Oh, don't mind me, " came an extremely sarcastic voice near the wall. “You two go ahead and make out— I'll just sit here and bleed quietly.
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Julie Kagawa
Wow, ” said Adrian. He sat down on the bed and tested its bounciness, giving it a nod of approval. “This is amazing. What do you think, buttercup?”“ I have no words, ” I said honestly. He patted the spot beside him. “Want to try...
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Richelle Mead
You so need to lighten up about that potato-launcher incident, " Butch said. Phury rolled his eyes and eased back in the banquette. "You broke my window."" Of course we did. V and I were aiming for it."" Twice."" Thus proving that he and I...
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J.r. Ward
More Quotes By Carol Oates
Deep down under where his heart resided, strangled up in thorny vines of guilt, anger, fear and longing, there lay something deeper in him, something that he couldn’t see but she could.
Sebastian tapped his index finger on the polished wood thoughtfully. Yes, it was a universal truth: some things once broken were broken forever–like trust. It might be patched up and smoothed over, but it would always be the thing that had once been shattered.
Love is just like the flower; it has hidden depths that we rarely ever explore. Beneath the surface lies a network of roots. You can admire the flower for what it is, or you can dig deeper. The more you dig, the more you will...
Help me, ” I sobbed. “I beg you, help me.” My eyes burned, butno tears came. I had lost the basic human ability to weep. Human…Iam no longer human. “Destroy me. Take pity and send me on my way.
Art serves a purpose. It expands our horizons, frees our minds, and opens us up to new experiences. It opens the imagination. All these great discoveries of our time – without the desire to reach beyond our boundaries, we would be forever stagnant. The folly...
