Top 100 Katherine McIntyre Quotes
#1. The doubts ached in my bones like the deadening crawl of an icy night, and my gun trembled from my unsteady arm.
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#2. Jev was certain the words "should've known better" would go somewhere on her tombstone, but at the moment her focus shifted to the dozens of angry pixies honed in on her.
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#3. A thousand words blossomed to her lips and died there, because no amount of speaking could communicate the depths of how he'd affected her. Of how he'd changed her.
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#4. Horrible sense of humor?" Hunter's eyes twinkled as he engaged in our banter. "Compared to your one-word witticisms, I'm a fountain of entertainment.
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#5. You took so long I got bored." She widened her smile, teeth showing. "Next time freshen up quicker, princess.
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#6. We'd never talked about his parents, like he was some underwater Peter Pan.
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#7. Because if I fell any deeper for the way his eyes crinkled with his smile or his habit of tapping on his nose to emphasize a point, my ship would be sunk.
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#8. May as well have ox blood running through those veins," I added, "You're as
stubborn as one.
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#9. My hands trembled, so I took a deep drag to calm my frayed nerves. I just wanted to forget that terrible sight, but questions multiplied in my mind as the smoke furled.
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#10. Right now Captain Cranky and Commander Hard-Ass weren't tops on his list of people he wanted to be around...
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#11. Alanna Carrington, head witch of the Philadelphia Coven, hurtled his way, and with her, trouble was a guarantee.
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#12. If you're supposed to work with someone, I'd recommend not getting all hot and bothered with them the night before. The word of the day was "tense.
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#14. She would never forget how his soul was lonely as the moon they'd met under, and how, for several brief moments, she'd been able to chase the loneliness away.
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#15. As she'd walked along this street, a million stars stretched across an indigo canvas, holding all the freedom she'd yearned for every night.
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#16. The shadows along the streets were personal, and, every passing day, they seemed to grow longer and hungrier
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#17. A chill swept through the air, the sort of graveyard kiss promising bad news to follow.
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#18. He looked so frustrated and perfectly serious, and yet here we were talking about his missing seal pelt.
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#19. Ice upon ice, and yet, inside, she melted and mourned all the same.
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#21. I sent a silent prayer up to the Phoenix to keep her safe a little longer, because I would tear the shifters limb for limb until I got my baby sister back.
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#22. This one sank deep into her marrow and made her heart soar like the shuttles piercing the stratosphere.
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#23. Since her time in the necromancer's clutches, she was still recovering lost memories from the quicksand of her mind. They'd drop like nuclear bombs, freezing her at the worst time as visuals which should've stayed forever buried bubbled to the surface.
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#24. You know, stealing someone's kill is bad form," he complained, cutting through the quiet tension.
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#25. The water glittered under the moon's careful watch, and, in the distance, steeples cut stark black silhouettes into the landscape of the distant city.
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#26. From the way his face lit with curiosity to the slight tilt of his jaw, even the lingering scent of brine and breeze gave him away.
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#27. Why don't we keep that secret? Hunters will lose their reputations if we're seen saving puppies and painting flowers.
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#28. Now, now." I placed a hand on his back. "Jealousy colors you black, Geoff. If you
wanted to be a pretty princess too, I would have bought you a crown. I'll be back soon.
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#29. Sorry, one night stands don't stack up as credentials for tending bar.
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#31. She felt him smile against her neck and bit down, the sensation sending shivers through her. "Bad girl. If you keep doing that, I'll have you stripped and on your back before you can blink.
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#32. Better to leave with good memories than have the last ones be the embarrassing, smoking ruin of what once had been a fantastic friendship.
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#33. He'd fallen in the trap before of believing she had the cold soul of an ice queen, but moments like these, it seemed more like she'd been encased a long time ago and couldn't break free.
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#34. Blonde hair drawn into a no-nonsense bun, her new manicure the deep red of fresh blood, she'd even donned a blouse and slacks for the occasion, something Neve had forgotten Veronica owned.
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#35. Aggression like this demanded slinging the first punch in a bar brawl, firing rounds at a range, or setting a car on fire.
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#36. Are you telling me Kara Orris is afraid of rain?" Hunter's grin twisted into a smirk as his eyes lit up, relishing his new discovery with absolute delight. "Why, that's adorable!
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#37. Fine, fine, I'll indulge in this 'socializing' thing you always rave about.
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#38. Mom used to tell us stories of these bogeymen when we were kids, and Lizzy would crawl into my bed so she could fall asleep. Stories of the monsters who forced us underground, and when the force field faltered, would snatch us from our homes.
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#39. The rest of them looked proper when they did it, but somehow Edward made even this gesture appear like in seconds he'd rip off her corset and do away with her skirt.
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#41. The tides rolled up to crash against the shore while we sat feet from one another with the remnants of all we'd left unsaid driving us apart.
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#42. Shards flew everywhere, slicing her hands, her forearm, and cascading to the floor like snow glistening on a winter morning.
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#44. He knew too well the sting of loneliness and how over time it stole you away, piece by piece, until a mere shell remained.
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#45. The Cottage Diner's homey lights glowed onto black asphalt which just sucked up the beams to spit out more shadows.
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#46. Despite the sea being wild and the waves rolling away from the shore, the tide always returns.
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#47. Hair-braiding salons and mystic shops littered the block, but she didn't need a psychic to predict her cards read "royally screwed.
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#48. Worse, this wasn't the usual online date where she could excuse herself if the guy wasn't her flavor of ice cream.
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#50. Like a rollercoaster, my mind had climbed its way to the top - only to witness how far there was to fall. And like a coaster, the second the fear hit, my stomach plummeted with the drop.
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#51. Call me babe again, and I'll slit your throat," she said, the sweetness in her voice a direct contradiction to the daggers she gave him.
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#52. Every flutter in her chest when he sat beside her, every flush to her cheeks after a compliment, and every longer-than-average embrace would end tonight.
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#53. Electricity sparked between them at the touch, and she savored the way he made her yearn. How the crush of their lips together inspired revelations.
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#54. She made him yearn for a future his kind could never have, and a connection he sure as hell didn't deserve.
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#55. You've never had someone you love snatched," I shot back, annoyed by her ignorance. "Any sense of safety kind of bites it after that. You watch your back because no one else can.
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#56. What bothered me the most was the hesitation in his voice when he said that - like he was running out of time.
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#57. Wasn't allowed to have pets. I killed my pet cockroach when it crawled into my ear.
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#58. She's a poker player's wet dream. Sorry, sweetheart, you can't bluff for anything.
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#59. Save the sugar for some other girl. This one's had it up to here with people in general.
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#60. Harsh, bitter laughs exploded from her like shrapnel, and she didn't care who was cut in the process.
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#61. The jury's still out on your level of intellect. After all, you signed up with Evil Incorporated in the first place.
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#62. Luckily, common sense had never been a strong suit of mine and my feet moved
faster than my brain.
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#63. A sullied green "S" stood out on a graying backdrop that made for a road marker up there. We called it the wasteland.
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#64. Time to make herself scarce because, hell, she didn't want to pass that thunderhead on her way out.
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#65. Legendary manners there, Karim," she commented, her voice calm. "Your mother teach you?"
"I was taught the advantage of surprise," he responded as he walked over to her massive desk.
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#66. He'd never forgotten the sweep of her soft mouth against his, the taste of her sweetness, like strawberries, and the way she fired his insides to life.
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#67. The last thing I remembered was joining the crew in a rendition of "Take to the Sky," but the rest of the time blurred after I drank absinthe with the Captain.
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#68. You're like an oceanic Lassie." My grin twitched on my face, threatening to tumble over into laughter again.
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#69. So this is how the merchant ship won't follow us," I mumbled, "They aren't insane enough to join the party.
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#70. The choice lay out for me. Stay on land or plunge into the icy depths of the sea.
I always chose the sea.
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#71. All right boys, let's sail away! Show those bastards how airship pirates fly a ship!
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#72. Despite the gentlemanly kiss, a ferocity burned behind his gaze promising something primal.
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#73. Being inside this cottage, with dark wooden walls and hand-carved furniture like my own home, cast a darkened stain onto my heart.
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#74. The peach siding created a gorgeous contrast to the stucco walls and the dark-brown roof tiles - a fairytale house in a fairytale suburban neighborhood. She rolled her eyes. Too bad life had been anything but.
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#75. Despite the way she rallied, the haunted look in her eyes was enough to break him, as lost and lonely as an abandoned child's.
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#76. Geoff's arm emanated with a solid warmth I longed for after our days aboard S.S.
British-Craphole.
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#77. Perhaps if he stumbled onto a bath and a tailor he could even be considered handsome.
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#78. Daughters aren't trash you can toss away, Dad. I had to deal with the mess you left.
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#79. Overhead the sliver of a moon barely illuminated anything and shadows slunk on every corner.
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#80. He stroked her back and kept a fierce grip on her like she'd fade away into one of the thousands of ghosts in this cemetery.
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#81. She glanced outside at the sky, filled with clouds and smog. All the pollution, all that hell - even the stars didn't stand a chance.
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#82. While the club-kid lifestyle might've once appealed to him, after he discovered even drugs wouldn't dull his sharpened reality, he went into each round cold.
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#83. They shot one of ours." The lines deepened around his grey eyes. "I'd waste the whole army for spilling a drop of my crew's blood.
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#84. Oh darling, I don't slip into the sack with just anyone and when I do, I prefer gentlemen.
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#85. You promoted me for my ruthless stubbornness and dog-headed determination, not my tech savvy. Plus, I'm a damn good shot.
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#86. Once upon a time, he might've chased her and tumbled her in the sheets with the promise of more in the future.
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#87. Too late; my awkwardness had already made an unforgettable appearance, so, of course, I couldn't be let off the hook.
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#88. My dad had always said to not trust something unless it's taken a tumble in the dirt. He'd meant it for people, and for things. Shiny and new didn't exist for humankind any more.
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#89. Like a firework, a person's life flashed brightest right before expiration.
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#90. Everyone's searching for someone to end the pain of loneliness. Even the darkest of souls wants a shot at redemption.
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#91. She was the type who chased, who danced into your life like a spring storm, and left you battered and quaking in the wake.
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#92. He might have perfect form and better swordsmanship, but I had one thing on my
side that stacked the deck in my favor. I was absolutely crazy.
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#93. He leveled his gaze on her - the intensity there whispering promises she couldn't fathom - and she shivered.
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#94. The cherries on the ends of our cigarettes burned a bright orange against the surrounding shadows, like the stirring of embers, waiting for the phoenix to rise.
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#95. You heard Alanna. Someone's got to be on you at all times." His dark eyes glinted with a hot sort of mischief, his double entendre clear as day.
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#96. Despite the cold chill, she burned inside with a hunger she didn't want to dismiss. Not tonight.
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#97. And he claims another victim." I cracked a grin. "Edwin, you're turning this
infirmary into a speakeasy.
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#98. For a long time, Conor had known his father and Liam followed a stricter-than-average code, that their hate shone a little brighter than most, but until today, he'd never seen so clearly what fools they were and how blinded they'd become in their intolerance.
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#99. The sharp light of the stars and moon sliced away her misconceptions and pared down their layers until the feelings that had always existed between them lay bare.
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#100. Truth be told, loneliness had seeped into her bones with the passing of time until it had become her normal way of life.
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