Laura Kreitzer Quotes

He holds her for an eternity. Time cascades into the void of the past. She inhales his scent. Full of man and strength and yearning. And she wonders why she ever doubted their relationship. Why she let Julian’s soothing touch coax her into loving him too. Gage is everything. Gage is hers.

I tapped around on my new Miracle Phone - a gift from Joseph - as I listened to the discussion about our next move. I wasn’t trying to be rude, but I’d recently become addicted to this one game on my Miracle Phone. Really, I was listening. I could multitask like no other. Trust me, there’s an app for that.

The truth, as much as people acted like they wanted to hear it, was sometimes too cruel and harsh.

We both must burn this midnight oil together. You’re just as new to me as I am you.” -Andrew

Death. It was something I had to think about once. Weird, right? Strange that death was ever an inevitable end, but it wasn’t anymore. Not really. I eluded it. Tricked it. It was an odd concept - the world aged, moved forward, yet I . . . didn’t.

Underwater, bubbles erupted before my eyes as a swift hand snatched my arm and pulled me to the surface. I gasped for air, coughing and gagging at the amount of water I sucked into my lungs by pure shock. What was up with me and breathing in water? I needed to grow some gills or something.

It’s complicated,” I said in defense, hands going up to show surrender.

“Talk slowly,” Jenna retorted derisively.

“Okay, I deserved that,” I admitted.

How ya doing?” Gabby’s face came into view, and she grinned down at me. She’d stopped doing her healing thing, and the pain rushed in.

“I’m just peachy,” I quipped, throat scratchy. “Only hurts when I breathe or blink or exist, if I’m being honest.

Well, the only reason we’re friends is because you can rock a tweed suit,” she informed, tone mock serious. “So if you want to keep me around, I expect more tweed.

Shut the front door!” Jenna exclaimed.

Andrew disappeared into the foyer, and when he returned, his eyebrows were furrowed in confusion. “The door is shut?

Awe! Leaving so soon?” Gabby said sweetly, holding the door open. “I was just about to pull out the gun for you to play single-player Russian Roulette.

To have reservations is to show true leadership. To have certainty without question, to lead people to battle with no qualms, or to prosecute without hesitation are qualities of a tyrant.

The woman turns away; one wing blackens like an onyx gem while the other glows white like a bright spotlight. She flies into the sky, leaving the crowd staring in astonishment. Angels fly away in two directions. Half make a black storm of moving, twisting shapes. The other half forms a white-as-snow moving cloud. The ranks are divided.

A part of me sought the light in all the people I knew, but with the Shadows, it was like bringing them back from a subterfuge comma. Literally tearing the veil of blackness down and showing them the luminescence of light.

I blinked at him just casually talking about my new sex life with his genie-shiny head, and I knew at any second I would break into hysterics.

Your hair is like butterflies,” Sebastian said, giggling like a child.
“That’s nice,” Firen said impatiently. “Keep moving.”
“Fantastic. I always like my days better with a touch of insanity,” Gabriella quipped.

The Ferryman will transport us across the moat,” Chris informed.
“Yeah. This seems legit,” Gabriella quipped as Chris helped her onto the boat. Andrew followed behind.
“Are you sure this isn’t a trick?” Egnatious asked.
Again, uncertainty filtered into Chris’s blue eyes, but he nodded anyway. “This is the only way.

To see someone you love in so much pain - especially emotional pain that can’t be remedied - was the worst form of torture.

Oh yes. You’ve done a marvelous job of succeeding at failure.

Death was a leech; no matter which side of the spectrum you were on, either dead or alive, it fed. It either acquired your soul or devoured all your joyful emotions.