“His eyes were green chips of flame, and the growl was so thick it blurred the air around him, the sound of a very pissed off skinchanger.” EyeSoundAirGreenFlamesHis EyesThickChipsPissed Off Author:Lilith Saintcrow
“I got a washed out version of Mom’s curls and a better copy of Dad’s blue eyes, The rest of me, I guess, is up for grabs. Except maybe Gran’s nose, but she could have been trying to make me feel better. I’m no prize. Most girls go through a gawky stage, but I’m beginning to think mine will be a lifelong thing. It doesn’t bother me too much. Better to be strong than pretty and useless. I’ll take a plain girl with her head screwed on right over a cheerleader any day.” ThinkingFeelsTryingHas BeensEyeGirlStrongToo MuchStageMinesMomDadBlueVersionsUselessBotherNosesPrizeCopiesFeel BetterCould Have BeenLifelongBlue EyesCurlsCheerleaderMake Me Feel BetterGrans Author:Lilith Saintcrow
“Touch me again, and it will be your last act in life - Blue Eyes.” EyeLastsBlueBlue EyesTouch Me Author:Lilith Saintcrow
“I got the idea she'd done her makeup up special for this. Not that she needed much. She was utterly and completely beautiful, except for the hate shining in her eyes.” IdeasDoneEyeBeautifulHateSpecialNeededShiningMakeupHer Eyes Author:Lilith Saintcrow
“His thumb stroked my cheek. My eyes half-closed. When he spoke next, it was very softly, his voice an almost-physical caress against my whole body. My flesh tightened like a harpstring. I swallowed hard against the wave of liquid heat. "How can I possibly be jealous when I know you spent your time grieving for me, Dante?” KnowsHardWholeBodyEyeNextVoiceHalfWaveFleshHeatGrievingSpokesJealousCheeksThumbsLiquidCaressBeing Jealous Author:Lilith Saintcrow
