Cheshvan starts tonight,” rixon said, “what are you doing arsing around in a graveyard?” “thinking.” “thinking?” “a process by which i use my brain to make a rational decision.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI cared about us. But the cold hard truth was, nothing i said or did could realign the stars.
More Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes
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Violence doesn’t equal strength.
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Your name? I repeated, hoping it was my imagination that my voice faltered. Call me patch. I mean it. Call me
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I shook my head. I dont think so. This isnt a good idea. This isnt right. Theres all kinds of right, he murmured. On the spectrum, were still in the safe zone. … Definitely right. Usually right, patch continued. Mostly right. Maybe right.
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Busted. I’m a monster. Jev is my deceptively harmless-and shockingly handsome-alter ego.
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I undress to impress – patch
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There’s nothing special about losing your virginity over a toilet.
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I got a new job. Patch locked eyes with me, and i warmed in a lot of places. In fact, i was dangerously close to feverish.
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As in, i wouldn’t know normal if it marched up and poked me in the eye.
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Theres my date, i said. “fashionably late.” nora (p. 232)
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What i really wanted was the impossible.
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You want a blood relative to lead your army? Get marcie. She likes ordering people around. She’ll be a natural.
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Chauncey seethed at the outrageous insult. “and your father?” he demanded, extending the sword. He didn’t yet know all his vassals, but he was learning. He would brand the family name of this boy to memory.
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Right now, holding you, i feel like we have a shot at beating all odds and making it together.
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Patch’s eyes were slate black, darker than a million secrets stacked on top of each other. He dropped his gaze to the ring in his hand, turning it over slowly. “swear you’ll never stop loving me,” i whispered. Ever so slightly, he nodded.
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His were the kind of eyes that held secrets. The kind that lied without flinching. The kind that once you looked into them, it was hard to break away.
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