#mackayla

I hope they change my drugs soon. Whatever I'm on isn't working. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#mackayla-lane #change

He is so beautiful that he makes a part of my soul weep. I don't understand those tears. They aren't like the ones I cry for Alina. They aren't made of water and salt. I think they're made of blood. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#mac #mackayla #v-lane #beauty

I'm the one who will never let you die. And that's more, Ms. Lane, than anyone in your life has ever been able to say to you. ↗

— jericho barrons

#fever-series #mac #mackayla-lane #life

He’s disturbingly sexual to men and women alike in a way that sets your teeth on edge. With Barrons you aren’t sure if you’re going to get fucked or turned inside out and left a new unrecognizable person adrift with no moorings on a see with no bottom and no rules. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#men

The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were trouble." "Ditto." "I wanted to drag you between the shelves, fuck you senseless, and send you home." "If you'd done that, I never would have left." "You're still here anyway." "You don't have to sound so sour about it." "You're upsetting my entire existence." "Fine, I'll leave." "Try and I'll chain you up. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#mackayla #trouble

The key to resisting Voice," Barrons instructed, "is finding that place inside you no one else can touch. "You mean the sidhe-seer place?" I said, hopping like a one-legged chicken. "No, a different place. All people have it. Not just sidhe-seers. We're born alone and we die alone. That place." "I don't get it." "I know. That's why you're hopping. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#faefever #fever-series #karen-marie-moning #mackayla #resistance

You choose what you can live with, and what you can't live without. ↗

— jericho barrons

#jericho-barrons #mac #mackayla-lane #mac

Cat got your tongue? And what a lovely tongue it is. I know. It licked every inch of me. Repeatedly. For months," He purred but with steel in the velvet ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#mackayla-lane #love

Sometimes I worry that there’s not enough room in my brain for both my dreams and reality that I’m a hard drive with limited gigabytes and one day I won’t be able to maintain the firewall between them. I wonder if that’s what senility is. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#dreams

I get it the whole idea of willingly going to hell for someone. Living there insane if you have to because you’d rather be insane with them than endure life without them. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#life