“Don't worry about me," I finally said. "Really. I'm more worried about you." And even more worried about where Graves is. "Are you?" A fey smile lit his face, and I caught my breath. It was a shock to see him look so happy. "Well, then.” WellsLooksSaidFacesWorryBreathsCaughtGravesWorriedShockLitFey Author:Lilith Saintcrow
“I pulled in a soft breath. My lungs were starving, crying out for air. I lay still, and a cough tickled at the back of my throat. It always happens when you're hiding, a cough, a sneeze, something. It's stupid. The body decides to screw around with you, even though it knows being quiet is the only way it's going to go on living.” KnowsWayStillsBodyHappensAirStupidCryGoes OnQuietBreathsLaysHidingThroatScrewsLungsStarvingBeing Quiet Author:Lilith Saintcrow
“It was stealing her breath, imbecile. Go get a towel." -Christophe, Strange Angels by Lili St. Crow” StrangeAngelBreathsStealingCrowTowelsImbeciles Author:Lilith Saintcrow
“His smell—the scent of a demon, cinnamon incense, amber musk—wrapped around me, filled my lungs. I felt like I could breathe again, without every breath being tainted by the stench of dying cells. The smell of him seemed to coat my abused insides with peace, and flow down into the middle of my body to spread through my veins. I filled my lungs again. While I could, before what was undoubtedly a hallucination vanished.” BodyFeltMiddleDyingFlowBreathsFilledSpreadSmellBreatheCellsDemonScentCoatsVeinsLungsHallucinationsAmberTaintedIncenseCinnamonMusk Author:Lilith Saintcrow
