I can admit, now, that I must have loved Lena. Not in an Unnatural way, but my feelings for her must have been a kind of sickness. How can someone have the power to shatter you to dust—and also to make you feel so whole?
Give me my Romeo and when he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine, that all the world will be in-love with night.
The Impossible Girl and The Last Centurion.
3.08 - Second Sons.
There will be no bedding ceremony. There will be if I command it. Then you’ll be fucking your own bride with a wooden cock.
“And the three of you aren’t really stepping up. You aren’t working together, which is what all of us regular people need you to do. Because, and really, I’m not trying to be a jerk or whatever, but duh: we do need a system, and we do need you and your ‘Bertos, and sometimes we just need Sam to come along and kick some ass.” Quinn Gaither, LIES [inspired by this]
I’ve never left a bar without being chatted up, in my life. Not about to break that record now.
