I was terrified of my weakness, of my sharp tongue, of my every flaw. I was terrified that this moment, my chance olive in happiness for however short a time we may have had, would be ruined because I was simply not carved out of the same wood as happiness, and that my grain was too twisted to ever take its form.

— Amy Lane

I will love you forever,” I murmured, and he stroked the hair off of my forehead. I will hold you to that.” His face was grim, and his voice was sober—retouched my handprint of chaos as he said it, and I knew in my bones that it was a solemn vow, and not a sweet or a kind offering of love at all. Green would make me live if he had to crack the foundations of the world.

— Amy Lane

Krista, tough Lady Krista, who had stood by impassively while Area vomited out ten years of bitter addiction, wiped her eyes and offered Area Mrs. Wrinkle’s pie in comfort, and it suddenly occurred to Area in the strangest, most dreamlike of ways, that his pain was not the only pain on the planet.

— Amy Lane

My knitting is simple," he said again. Ï can make anything you want with it, but it will always be simple.

— Amy Lane

Oh,—and you need to work on making my opinion more important than Josh’s, too. I know it’s a stretch—he’s your most intimate relationship to date, but when you’re balls deep in my ass, I’d prefer you not be wondering if it counts as a workout.

— Amy Lane

Okay. Some things were made of hope. But not this thing. This thing he was doing, that was made of surrender. He did it anyway. At least when you surrendered, you had time to kiss the people you loved goodbye.

— Amy Lane

Rico laughed a little, feeling helpless. "Is your life always this... I don't know-""Tide of chaos washing ashore on the beach of what the fuck? Yes.

— Amy Lane

Sex was lovely. Sex was sublime. Sex was flesh and cock and suck and fuck and come. This night sex was starlight. Sex was oxygen. Sex was us, and we were beautiful, beautiful and perfect in each other's arms.

— Amy Lane

So, he, uhm, all ac/ac, or a little ac/DC?" she asked, blushing, and Chase's grin about swallowed his face." He claims to be ac/DC," he said, watching her face light up completely.

— Amy Lane

That night Tommy kissed him and eased his way into Chase’s body so gently that when Chase came, his vision washed in white, not red, and it did for him what sex with Tommy always did for him: set him free and let him fly.

— Amy Lane