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1 " That would be quite the headline: Niles Whyborne’s Son Run Over by Own Train. Father would probably raise me from the dead just so he could kill me himself. "
― Jordan L. Hawk , Stormhaven (Whyborne & Griffin, #3)
2 " If the director fired everyone here who might go mad, half the museum would be depopulated", Christine replied. She exaggerated, of course - I felt fairly confident less than a quarter of those who worked here could reasonably be said to have taken leave of their sanity at some point or another. The library staff would be rather decimated, though. "
3 " He kissed me again. “And I sat here in this very room and fell completely and utterly and irrevocably in love with you. "
4 " You’re really choosing him over your family?” “Whyborne is my family. "
5 " What if I want you forever? "
6 " I wasn’t strong, or brave, or anything really. But he made me want to be. "
7 " Ival?” “Yes?” “Stop arguing, accept what I say, and let me drag you to bed and make you scream my name. "
8 " It’s me. Your Ival. "
9 " Congratulations on coming to your senses and asking Whyborne to put up with you on a permanent basis.” “Christine!” I exclaimed. Forget the griddle; Griffin could just fry our breakfast eggs on my face. "
10 " Yes. I wish to be with you until the breath leaves my body, until the last stars burn out, and the earth falls into the dying sun. "
11 " What was wrong with me? Even a cursory glance at the revelers behind me showed other people had no trouble with boisterous crowds, and some even relished them. And although I might not have minded viewing the kinetoscope, the promise of winning cheap prizes by shooting clay pigeons or tossing a ring onto a milk jug held no appeal for me. I’d rather be curled up in a chair at home, reading a book "
12 " Hot breath ghosted across my cheek. “What is between us is fire, and passion, and a need I have never felt before for anyone. I am not some flower, bruised if you touch me the wrong way. I want everything you have to give me.” I swallowed against the tightness of my throat. “I’m yours,” I whispered. “Come to bed and show me. "
13 " Th-that would be indecent.” “I’m an indecent fellow,” he murmured in my ear, even as his hand stole down to cup me through my trousers. “And you like it. "
14 " Yes.” I kissed the nearest patch of exposed skin within reach, on his arm. “Yes. I-I wish to be with you until the breath leaves my body, until the last stars burn out and the earth falls into the dying sun. "