Nenia Campbell Quotes - Page 2

Death was not the scariest thing out there; no, the denial of it could be far worse.

Such a dark green, his eyes. They reminded her of the forest, of all the dangers lying dormant behind that verdant cloak of leaves.

She had come into the garden expecting summer roses and had instead been caught in a bank of twisted, thorny, frostbitten vines.

Keep calm. You have the forest in your blood.

Fear could drive one to violence as quickly as anger could.

That's what I fear: being subtracted from myself. Negation. Forced against my will to become a beast.

Books make the best ersatz friendships.

The villains were always ugly in books and movies. Necessarily so, it seemed. Because if they were attractive - if their looks matched their charm and their cunning - they wouldn't only be dangerous.

They would be irresistible.

Maybe that was why the French called orgasms “las petites morts”: because the things that bring us passion tend to slip past our defenses, to creep insidiously into every facet of our consciousnesses and kill us as ruthlessly, and efficiently, as any drug.

You will not mock me - and you will let me finish. I have owned and lost a kingdom, and I have battled death. I have been through all that, and I will not chase after you like some lovesick poet spouting verse. If you wish to call me yours, then you will have to act as if you are mine. On the front of surrender, there is no middle ground.

You want to be free. You also want to be mine. You can't be both.

It's like an itch, isn't it? You can feel it in your throat. You want to scream for me.

In my experience, the romance novels written about BDSM have about as much in common with actual BDSM relationships as a child playing with a jump rope.

Butt holes are like a one-way street; they were made the way they were for a reason.

Humanity is a cage, and our puritanical sensibilities comprise the bars. We are confined by our own reason and intellect, and yet most of us don't even know it.

Why do women always feel they have to settle for less?

They said the shape-shifters fucked with the enthusiasm of animals - if they didn't devour you with the enthusiasm of one first.

A quick and brutal fuck from behind usually served as an effective reminder of where you stood in the pack hierarchy.

Locking eyes with a shape-shifter was aggressive. Very aggressive. One generally didn't do that unless one wanted to fight. Or fuck.

I didn't understand what it was about men - not all men, but a good portion of them - that turned a good, solid “NO” into an “I'm just playing coy; try harder.