Quotes from Gena Showalter

When you fight for what you know is right, my friend, you already have the victory. There's nothing to fear.

It is my job-no,-my privilege-to make the fire become an inferno. -Gray

You are meant to start a wildfire with a single spark

The wise will rise, and the fool will duel

Emotions. A waste of energy in Zacharel's estimation. You lived, you warred and one day you died. Anything else was unnecessary.

There's no use going back to yesterday.

We'll call ourselves Victorious Secret and our motto will be 'We Live to Spank You.' Duuude. Yes! I'm basically the smartest person in the world. Ever. You in? Of course you're in. Practice begins tomorrow.

Panting, my body dotted with perspiration, I scanned my surroundings. I saw walls of ivory and gold, painted in swirling patterns. An antique dresser. A furry white rug on the floor. A mahogany nightstand, with a Tiffany lamp perched next to a photo of my boyfriend, Cole.

Paris, keeper of Promiscuity, enjoyed romance novels), and weird silver lamps that twisted and curved over the chairs; he had no idea who those were for. Fresh flowers bloomed from vases, sweetly scenting the air. Again, he had no idea. Fine. He'd requested those. That shit smelled good. Gideon

Sister?" Jessie Kay scowled. "Do I really look like his sister? I clearly come from grade-A stock while his ancestors made a few poor choices along the way.

Had anyone told me that my entire life would change course between one heartbeat and the next, I would have laughed. From blissful to tragic, innocent to ruined? Please. But that's all it took. One heartbeat. A blink, a breath, a second, and everything I knew and loved was gone.

I'll hate myself later." "I hate myself now.

Perdóname, necesito tu número de teléfono para dárselo a mi amigo. Así sabrá dónde puede encontrarme por la mañana.

want to look at a girl and know she's mine alone. That I'm hers. That we belong to each other, body and soul. I want the world to stop when we're together. I want to dream about her at night and wake for her every morning. I want to put her first, and know she does the same for me. I want...everything.

Killian…the new kid?" Sloan asks, already wheezing. "Why are we running from him? He's hotter than Bocher! That's Bow plus Archer, in case your puny brain isn't hip to my hop.

Jump. "Not yet." A few more seconds of anticipation, of knowing most of his bones would shatter on contact. He grinned at the thought. The razor-sharp bone shards would cut his injured, swollen organs and those organs would burst like water balloons; his skin would rip from the excess fluid and this time the lifeblood that drained would be his own. Agony, such blissful agony, would consume him. For a little while, anyway.

I'm surrounded by pure male aggression, and I like it.

He spun away from his friends. Glanced down. The puddles were now undulating fiercely against the jagged rocks lining the ground. They were still beckoning. Deliverance, they whispered. Just for a little while….

I am not the monster who lives inside me

She's not going anywhere," Sabin said. Lord love domineering men. Sometimes.

A group of butterflies is called a kaleidoscope." A group of men is called a migraine.

Hello, hello, hello. You're here. You're finally here. I'm Beast, though I prefer Bea. Guess what? I'm yours, and you're mine.

Women are like bottles of liquor. They should be sampled, savored, then discarded. Matrimony is for men who can't handle their liquor.

One day a girl is going to cut out your tongue," Kitten told him. "If she does it with her teeth, I'm surprisingly okay with that.