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1 " I don't know,' he said irritably. 'Is it meant to improve you?'She swiveled toward him, eyes wide with shock.'Because nothing could,' he added. Her mouth dropped in astonishment. Blotchy scarlet rushed her complexion. One would have thought he'd shot her.Oh dear God!He realized belatedly how wrong it had sounded.'No! God... that is to say.. nothing is necessary to improve you. Nothing could possibly make you better... than you already are. "
― Julie Anne Long , How the Marquess Was Won (Pennyroyal Green, #6)
2 " I got out of the shower and stopped to look at myself in the mirror. I looked blotchy and messy and not at all like those girls in magazines. But I was still fucking beautiful. I'm a real woman who digests her meals and breaks out and has sweet little pockets of cellulite on her upper thighs that she's not apologising for. Because guess what? we all have that shit. We're all human beings. "
― Amy Schumer , The Girl with the Lower Back Tattoo
3 " ...I'm momentarily transfixed, torn between curiosity and fear. I can pull it up the gently sloping mud bank, but then what? Already thought is lagging behind events, as the blotchy brown mass slides up wet mud toward me, its amorphous margins flowing into the craters left by retreating feet. In the center of the yard-wide disc is a raised turret where two eyes open and close, flashing black. And it's bellowing. A loud rhythmic sound that is at first inexplicable until I realize that those blinking eyes are its spiracles, now sucking in air instead of water, which it is pumping out via gill slits on its underside. And all the while it brandishes that blade, stabbing the air like a scorpion... "
― , River Monsters: True Stories of the Ones that Didn't Get Away
4 " Amy pulls away and looks into my face. Her pale skin is blotchy red, her eyes are veined and shadowed, and a shiny line of snot trickles from her nose to the top of he "
5 " Ranger cradled my face in his hands, using his thumbs to wipe the tears from my eyes. " The ceremony is over. Can you make it back to the car?" I nodded. " I'm okay now. Am I red and blotchy from crying?" " Yes," Ranger said, brushing a kiss across my forehead. " I love you anyway." " There's all kinds of love," I said.Ranger took me by the hand and led me back to the SUV. " This is the kind that doesn't call for a ring. But a condom might come in handy." " That's not love," I told him. " That's lust. "
6 " Helen looked up at Paris, her face wet with tears and blotchy with grief, and nodded her consent. 'Together we are chained on rocks before the beast of Poseidon. Naked and bare and helpless.''But we are more fortunate.''How so?' Helen asked.'We have each other as comfort in our misery. "
― Janell Rhiannon , Rise of Princes (Homeric Chronicles #2)
