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1 " She was a brash, brave, foul-mouthed, murdering drunk, and God help him, he hadn’t found anyone this enticing in centuries. "
― Jeaniene Frost , The Other Half of the Grave (Night Huntress, #1.1)
2 " Every bit of him felt like it was waking up. He’d think it was more lust, except it didn’t stop there. No, it grew until it penetrated parts of him he hadn’t realized existed.He’d heard poets talk about things like this. They gave it fanciful names like “love at first sight,” or “destiny.” He’d always dismissed such claims as nonsense. Now, he wasn’t so certain. "
3 " He only grinned, still basking in the unfamiliar yet wondrous sensations she brought out in him. Yes, she was fantasizing about ripping both of her weapons through his heart while he was feeling things he’d only heard of before, but who said romance was perfect? "
4 " Somehow, despite avoiding this feeling for nearly two hundred and fifty years, he was no head-over-heels for a prissy murdering half-breed who hated the sight of him and snored. If this wasn’t repayment for his many sins, he didn’t know what was.…He’d tell her none of it … The rest would have to wait until she looked at him and saw a man instead of a monster…and looked at herself and saw a woman instead of a sin to atone for. "
5 " Kitten, I only thought I was living before I met you,” he said hoarsely. “I didn’t know I was only half alive. You’ll love me until the day you die? I’ll love you forever. "