#nor

When he kisses me again, the last part of me that could stand myself dies. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#faery #paranormal-romance #urban-fantasy #fantasy

How do you know when you're God?" "When I pray to him I find I am talking to myself. ↗

— Peter Barnes

#atheist #god #noremorse #comedy

He's like a drug for you, Bella." His voice was still gentle, not at all critical. "I see that you can't live without him now. It's too late. but I would have been healthier for you. Not a drug; I would have been the air, the sun." The corner of my mouth turned up in a wistful half-smile. "I used to think of you that way, you know. Like the sun. My personal sun. You balanced out the clouds nicely for me." He sighed. "The clouds I can handle. But I can't fight with an eclipse. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#balance

Killer skirt, deadly legs. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#nora #patch #dead

Eve is married to my credit card, not me ↗

— Poppet

#paranormal-urban-fantasy-romance #urban-fantasy

Our ignorance can be divided into problems and mysteries. When we face a problem, we may not know its solution, but we have insight, increasing knowledge, and an inkling of what we are looking for. When we face a mystery, however, we can only stare in wonder and bewilderment, not knowing what an explanation would even look like. ↗

— Noam Chomsky

#mysteries #problems #insight

So in the sweltering heat of a July night, I sang a Christmas carol to a room full of fae, who had been driven out of their homelands by Christians and their cold-iron swords. ↗

— Patricia Briggs

#urban-fantasy #christmas