“Images cluttered the pages, but one tattoo set her nerves on edge; inky black eyes surrounded by wings likes shadows coalescing. Mine. The thought, the need, the reaction was overpowering. Leslie looked up. "This one." she said. "I need this one. But the image is more than just tempting art, and it draws her into a world of shadows and desire- into the world of Faerie.” WorldNeedsArtSaidEyeDesireBlackMinesPagesDrawsShadowWingsEdgesLikesReactionsNervesTattooFaerieTemptingOverpoweringBlack EyesLeslie Author:Melissa Marr
“I need to check in with Seth before I--" he burrowed his face into the side of her neck, his breath almost painfully warm on her throat--"give in to my unconscionable desire to put my hands on you properly.” NeedsGivingHandsFacesDesireSidesBreathsWarmChecksNecksThroat Author:Melissa Marr
“I'm not bloodthirsty, but...seriously, she killed you. She needs to be dead.” Needs Author:Melissa Marr
“But you didn't need me, did you? You'd already got yourself to safety." "Sometimes, I sleep better knowing you . . . and Niall . . ." She faltered. "Love you from a safe distance," he finished. "Yes.” NeedsSometimesSleepKnowingLove YouSafeSafetyDistanceFinished Author:Melissa Marr
“That's what the court needs-a happy king, a king who can't stop dreaming of being lost in someone who wants to be just as lost. Tell me you'll let me get lost in you.” WantNeedsDreamLostKingsLet MeCourtStop Dreaming Author:Melissa Marr
“Some mortals--like you--are already half in love with death. It is who you are, and I'll not make it harder on you by telling you things you don't need to know. Ask me again when you die. Then I'll tell you everything, anything, nothing.” KnowsNeedsDiesAsksHalfLike YouHarderWho You AreMortalsAsk Me Author:Melissa Marr
