Quotes from Amy Lane

If basketball loves me as much as I've loved this sport, then it's not going to care who I am when I play it. If the world hates me more than it loves basketball, then I'd say that's the world's loss.

can shoot an arrow into it and make it rain blood.

It was a bike. He had to be careful, so careful how he rode it, but it was a bike, and they were going to go zooming downhill and through this world with the neon throbbing on the black of the February night like a hallucinogenic trompe l'oeil.

Their entire life was about to start, and he'd never in his life seen such promise. He loved, and was loved in return, and every day in which that is true is cause for celebration. Don't miss how the story started!

For Kelly #6, his latest, that Seth had recorded with an entire orchestra behind him—and apparently, had sold and was touring to promote, for money, because Seth kept sending that too.

dangly bits,

They'd perfected this maneuver with the birth of Nica's fifth child and Taylor's namesake, the irrepressible Princess T.

It's okay," he said quietly. "We break one or two every year. They were Mommy's—it's like she gives us a way to let her slip out of our minds.

It needed a cock cozy, or Crawford's mouth, just to keep it warm.

It was a beautiful dream, being with this one person who loved him. He could warm himself by that dream and wake up in its bed every day and every night—but he wasn't sure if he could ever really inhabit that dream.

Wouldn't that be lethal?" Carpenter asked, appalled. "Well, I wouldn't have cared," Dane snapped back. "Now find another way to say that.

SO WHEN was a person dead? Was it between heartbeats? Between breaths? Was it as soon as the morphine kicked in and they would never be conscious again?

That must be rough, wanting to be the rag doll, wishing you were the ragged thing, when all you did wrong was be too perfect.

This was not how Carpenter expected this conversation to go. "You're insane," he said decisively. "So insane." Dane appeared unfazed. "We've covered that. Bipolar depression, anxiety—you've

it winds up in the Pacific Ocean, but when we piss out our coffee at my folks' place, it ends up in the Atlantic one.

Ezra crunched boldly, because the only thing worse than a chocolate-covered cricket would be a cricket with all the chocolate sucked off.

that they cared for would not be hurt, it was nowhere to be found, and the wounds were as fresh and as red as they had been when both of them had been brand-new and had no sins in the world to stain them.

And…." Oh! Kelly's boy was crying. Crying so hard he couldn't breathe. Crying so hard he could barely talk! Kelly's arms were sprained at the shoulders, because two guys had held them behind him and he'd struggled, oh, he'd struggled so fucking hard. Carefully he raised his hand to cup Seth's cheek and saw the bruises, then felt his stomach go cold. "Seth? Seth… mijo. What did you do?

After a murmur of general assent, Ariadne spoke up. "And oh my God, I have to pump my boobs. You guys, you don't even know. It's like having blue balls strapped to your chest!" After a horrified silence, the men practically ran screaming from the building.

who brought their knitting in public, just to keep him from the feeling that the clock was ticking at odd hours of the day with nothing to fill the time.

Bobby cried out, groaned, and fell forward, coming that quickly, too quickly, because the white light would fade, would drain from them like come, and they would be left, just their heartbeats, alone in the darkness of an uncertain world.

Your ass is trying to make shit into diamonds," Mackey snapped,

I hope so. Watch Dane. Mom's going to go get some Kool-Aid for both of us." Mason would figure out later that Mom's Kool-Aid had a healthy dollop of vodka, but then, who could blame her at that point?

Galen's sweet Benedictine smile illuminated his face in that mix of glory and dirt, and John had to swallow hard or he would have just cried at beauty like a kid in church.