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“I know what it is to want something that could destroy you.”

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“Everyone needs to escape sometimes, and retreating into somebody else's fantasy isn't nearly as satisfying as slipping into your own.”

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Just remember," he told her. "If you run from me, I will pursue.

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We always vilify what we don't understand.

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“Fuck your manners."
"You don't have to settle for just my manners.”

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Some of the cruelest men in the world were born with silver tongues. They could charm a bird right out of the sky, only to break its wings. And no men, nice or cruel, offer favors lightly - not strangers. Not to young women. Not without expecting something back in return.

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“There was something delightfully intimate about the relationship between predator and prey.”

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Out running errands-be back before noon. I made a list of some things I like. Check the ones you're interested in, underline any maybes, and cross off your no's. I'm going to do two of the things on that list to you when I get back-your choice. Surprise me.
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“You're like a half-tamed creature, still shy of the bridle. 'Except you enthrall me, never shall be free.' But freedom is an illusion, anyway.”

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“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.”

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“I want to be your last thought at night, and your first taste at dawn.”

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“He was right. The annoying Disney song was right. The universe was too fucking small.”

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I fucking love you, you know," he said. "You made my life complicated as fuck, and I could care less.

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I was starting to fall in love with Michael Boutilier. Quickly, violently. It was a love that was both armed and dangerous, a ticking time-bomb of destruction that threatened to send my whole world up in flames
and it felt good.

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I missed you."
My heart stopped. "What?"
"You heard me."
"Please," I said. "No. Don't do this."
"I dreamed about you." Pause. "Every night."
Oh God, I was weak. Weak.

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What was it about us, as humans, that drove us to make apologies for beautiful things?

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“You mean you don't want to come in and hold my hand while I piss?”

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“Keep calm. You have the forest in your blood.”

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“My sub doesn't pay for me," he says, pulling me to my feet. "That just doesn't happen."
"But we ordered so much," I say helplessly.
"It made you happy," he says simply. "Now I get to play with you. And that makes me happy."
"I don't think it's that simple an equation."
"Maybe not," he concedes. "But then, if if sex were the same thing as math, a lot more people would be lining up to take calculus.”

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“Maybe that was the root of my dislike for her: she had what I wanted, which earned her my jealousy, and since I was ashamed of myself for wanting it, my scorn, as well.”

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“Lisa blamed Twilight, and the preconceived notions about men (especially dangerous men) that it tended to form in the impressionable adolescent mind.”

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“But fairytales were, at best, dirty mirrors whose warped and pitted surfaces reflected a highly distorted view of the truth, quite different from reality.”

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“Ignorance must be a fun place to live; my parents seem to vacation there year-round.”

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

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

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“I remember something."
"Yes?"
"You told me once that you were going to break my heart."
He rolls over to face her. "Yes," he says. "I may once have said something like that."
"What happened?"
His beautiful eyes are even more hypnotic up close.
"You broke mine.”

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“Be careful what you wish for. Especially out loud.”

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For what is magic, but passion freed from reason?

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College had once been my greatest aspiration; it stood for everything my mother did not-intellectualism, feminism, freedom. But being kidnapped had given me plenty of time to think, and somewhere between all that fear and dread, I'd realized that was the wrong reason to go to college. That the potential for those things had been inside of me all along, only I'd never realized because I hadn't believed myself strong enough to break free without an intermediary.

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“That's not cruel. This is. You come here in the middle of the night, expecting me to be awake, and ask-no, demand-me to give you things that belong to me as much as they belong to you. Never mind what it does to me. Never mind that each time I see you, I wonder if I'll ever hold you in my arms again, or be able to touch you without you cringing away like I'm a monster. I think it's fair to ask if there's an 'us,' my dear, because I suspect you're trying to use me just now. Tell me that's not cruel, and I'll let you go.”

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“There was a difference between killing for nourishment and killing for curiosity or sport.”

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Go make love to a tube sock.

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“He traced my lower lip. I braced myself for the pain that was sure to follow because he was like a sadistic King Midas, turning everything he touched into pain.”

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“What does she see in him?"
"Power. Money." I might have imagined the pause. "Sex."
"That's disgusting."
"You asked. Don't ask things you don't want to know the answers to. I don't have time to argue. Can you walk?”

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“You couldn't find your dick in the dark, you scheming, sleaze-mongering scumwad.”

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You don't find the concept of illicit love at all engaging?"
"The concept, maybe. But in literature? That's like ordering a glass of tap water at a bar.

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A story unwritten is without beginning or end. But in its potential lies another story; and in the heartbeat before pen meets page, both stories exist at once, reflecting endless permutations of the other, before one of them disappears forever.

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“They stare at her, not seeing the woman she is or the girl she was none too long ago, but a mere puzzle. An intractable puzzle - bemusing and a little frustrating, but capable of being solved nonetheless.”

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The song matches my malaise, and in spite of the heat and the brightness radiating from outside, I could be in the darkest depths of winter, with rain thundering against fragile glass panes.

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“If people are meant to live, they'll live. If not, more room for the rest of us.”

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“For a moment, the cardboard sets come crashing down to reveal that squalling monster, reality, locked up in the confines of its man-made cage. It is a fearsome thing, beautiful, inherent only to itself. Faced with such naked, existential truths, I understand why humans worship flesh-eating monsters and bloodthirsty gods.
But only for a moment.”

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“Now there's a girl I don't want to mess with' - or at least, that's what I would think if I had a chronic fear of freakishly nice people.”

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“If she sees him again, she isn't sure what she might do. Only that it will include grievous bodily harm and possible grounds for her own firing.”

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“Come here. Then we'll talk."
That sounds like a bad idea to her. "I can hear you fine right here."
"Is it the arrows?" He kicks bow and quiver into the stream and grins a grin that puts the devil to shame. "There. Now I'm harmless."
"No?" He tilts his head, shifting to his side so he can lean his stubbled chin on his hand. "Well, harmless enough. Don't you think?"
"No.”

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“Satisfied he had made his point, he left me there to cough up blood and bile and impotent rage. And fear.”