Every so often I'd wake up when his arms clenched around me, his embrace so tight I thought he'd cut off my circulation, holding me as if even in his sleep he was haunted by the fear of losing me.

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

Flipping to the front, I caught Aiden's gaze and offered a sympathetic smile." Skittles?"" Please." I dumped some into his open palm, then picked out the green ones. Aiden grinned at me." You know I don't like the green ones?" Shrugging, I popped them in my mouth. "The few times I've seen you eat them, you leave the green ones behind." Deacon popped his head between our seats." That's true love right there."" That it is." Aiden's gaze flicked to the road. I flushed like a little schoolgirl and focused on the remaining pieces of candy until Deacon drifted back into his seat. I handed all the red ones to Aiden.

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

For eight years I’ve waited for you to realize that. I’ve waited for you to see yourself for who you really are. You’re Lily Marks, a beautiful, extremely clever woman whose capacity for compassion sets you apart from the Neophilia. It’s not your fighting skills or how good of a warrior you are. It’s the fact you look at me and see a man rather than a Fallen.” -Julian

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

Forever was my heartbeat and it was the hope tomorrow held.

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

Fuck," he said, sliding his hands down to my thighs. "You're making this very hard to be the good guy you said I was last night."" I'm not drunk." He pressed his forehead to mine, chuckling softly. "Yeah, I can see that and while the idea of taking you right now, against the wall, is enough to make me lose control, I want you to know that I'm serious. You're not a hook-up. You're not a friend with benefits. Furthermore, you're more than that to me." I closed my eyes, breathing heavily. "Well, that was...really sort of perfect.

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

Goodness, I was already a dork most of the time. I didn't need to be a drunk or high dork.

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

Grabbing a scarf off the chair, I threw it at him. He caught it, clutching it to his chest as he flew into the air. "You gave Link a scarf. Link is free!" He flew out into the hallway like a little cracked-out fairy, screeching, "Link is referee!" Ren looked at me. "What the actual f**k?" I sighed. "He's obsessed with Harry Potter. I'm sorry." Tink darted back into the room, holding the scarf to his bare chest. "There is no reason to apologize when it comes to Harry Potter."" You do remember what happened to Bobby, right?" I said." S**t." Link's eyes widened and he dropped the scarf.

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

He kisses like he's dying of thirst, and I'm water.

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

He'll burn the world for her

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

Hell...” His voice was thick, rough. “Mallory, you’re...”“What?” I whispered, feeling my body burn for two very different reasons.“You’re beautiful.” His gaze dipped, tracking the lacy edges of the bra. “Never thought I’d see you like this. So freaking glad I have. You’re so beautiful, Mallory.

— Jennifer L. Armentrout