#rot

Individually, every grain of sand brushing against my hands represents a story, an experience, and a block for me to build upon for the next generation. ↗

— Raquel Cepeda

#ancestry #build #building-blocks #globe-trotting #inspiration

You desire me. I can scent it on the wind.” He drew in a breath and licked his lips. “I have been waiting for your courage to bring you to me, but I have grown tired of our little game. ↗

— Stella Berkley

#fantasy #shifter #courage

Perversion is just another form of art. It's like painting or drawing or sculpting. Except instead of paint, us perverts use sex as our medium.  ↗

— C.M. Stunich

#erotic #erotic-literature #erotica #excite #form-of-art

When she scooped up her clothes, opened his door, then snapped her fingers for a guard down the hall, Wroth watched like a bystander. “Pssst. Minion. I need these laundered. Very little starch. Don’t just stand there gawking or you’ll anger my good frenemy General Wroth. We’re like this.” He couldn’t see her but knew she was twining two fingers together. ↗

— Kresley Cole

#immortals-after-dark #kresley-cole #lore #myst #nikolai-wroth

Poirot was standing in the larder in a dramtic attitude. In his hand he was brandishing a leg of mutton. 'My dear Poirot! What is the matter? have you gone mad?' 'Regard i pray you this mutton! But regard it closely! ↗

— Agatha Christie

#attitude

She is more beautiful than I have words for. And last night, I was blessed beyond measure to serve her. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#black-dagger-brotherhood #zsadist #beauty

The Old Language really was beautiful, Blay thought. Staring at the symbols, for one brief, ridiculous moment he imagined his own name across Qhuinn's shoulders, carved into that smooth skin in the manner of the mating ritual. Never going to happen. They were destined to be best friends...which, compared to strangers, was something huge. Compared to lovers? It was the cold side of a locked door. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#black-dagger-brotherhood #blay #qhuinn #qhuinn-and-blay #beauty

Relate comic things in pompous fashion. Irregularity, in other words the unexpected, the surprising, the astonishing, are essential to and characteristic of beauty. Two fundamental literary qualities: supernaturalism and irony. The blend of the grotesque and the tragic are attractive to the mind, as is discord to blasé ears. Imagine a canvas for a lyrical, magical farce, for a pantomime, and translate it into a serious novel. Drown the whole thing in an abnormal, dreamy atmosphere, in the atmosphere of great days … the region of pure poetry. ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#creativity #fantasy #grotesque #irony #novel

Precarious, life is. A flying leap. A sweep of hand. A star flung across the night. A lucky catch in this whirling juggling circus act. From Steam Drills, Treadmills, and Shooting Stars ↗

— Rivera Sun

#courage #inspirational #life #philosophy #protest-novel

Oh, do you understand what I mean? Have you ever felt that about the Moon? Have you ever ached with the sheer beauty of it? ↗

— James Lusarde

#mystery #wonder #yearning #beauty