Quotes About Theia

#1. Mother of the Sun, Theia of many names, for your sake men honor gold as more powerful than anything else; and through the value you bestow on them, o queen, ships contending on the sea and yoked teams of horses in swift-whirling contests become marvels.

Pindar

#2. As you can imagine, they got along great, though how they got any sleep with Hyperion glowing all night and Theia giggling, "Shiny! Shiny!" I don't know.

Rick Riordan

#3. Theia: "We're very high up here, aren't we?"
Haden: "Well, you certainly are. Theia, I need you to wake up."
Theia: "Did you know that I have never seen a penis?"
He laughed again. "When you wake up, you are going to hate yourself.

Gwen Hayes

#4. A kiss before he went to murder.
Poetic. Or plain terrifying.

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#5. My very own goth Mr. Darcy. Jane Austen would be so proud.

Gwen Hayes

#6. He wasn't good. He was a goddamn cruel bastard.

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#7. He was a drug, and she needed a fix, a huge fix.
A very lengthy fix.

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#8. He was a mortal man with more flaws than bones, shackled to a fantasy of his own nightmare making.

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#9. His own personal siren nightmare. What else could it be when his body only sparked alive when it was her.

She made his lungs work, his heart beat.

It was a goddamn disease is what it was.

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#10. She had climbed into his turmoil and made herself at home, fixing him one brick at a time from the inside, powerless to stop her, she touched his pain and made it a little better each time.

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#11. Florence Nightendick

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#12. If she had to choose something, she'd say it was his build. Women were ingrained to go for the biggest Neanderthal in the village and they didn't come much bigger than Preacher. Disreputable Renegade Souls member. Perpetual Don Juan and swinger of his dick.

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#13. Hawk was a fucking selfless savior, practically a saint. Where were his wings?

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#14. He would have chucked her back into the pond otherwise. Bad fish, he didn't do them young. He was a fucking deviant, not a monster.

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#15. His strut reminded her of a smiling serial killer, oh yeah, he'd kill you, but boy, he'd have lovely manners while he did it.

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#16. He was just your average biker in blue denim jeans, thick-soled boots and a long-sleeved shirt underneath the leather jacket, nothing special she tried to reason with her clutching ovaries, little traitorous bastards.

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#17. Hawk wasn't a normal man, nor a man with a virtuous compass, he felt nothing most of the time, no guilt, regret, he flicked people off like gnats neither bothered nor caring about them.

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#18. His touch was heaven.
And he looked like sex and secrets.

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#19. She was imprinted on his soul, somehow it had happened, she'd just sneaked in there and made herself at home.

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#20. The devil couldn't walk into a holy house and not expect a few flames.

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#21. Rider thought she looked possessed and fucking beautiful.
Finally, he understood why she'd needed to do this.
Take your power back, baby. His fucking girl. Fuck. Rider might be in awe of her inner strength. She had a gorgeous monster inside of her.

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#22. And Preacher, the notorious thinks with his dick man, he was all the bad decisions a woman could ever make and a lifetime of regret all wrapped up in a six foot six rock hard package.

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#23. Love was a bitch because it shackled you as hard as steel cuffs, leaving you gasping and hollow for any connection.

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#24. What an actor my demon was.

Gwen Hayes

#25. Some ties were hard to break, harder to severe, devastating to forget.

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#26. Hope was right below wishful thinking and above a rain fucking dance.

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#27. Never taunt the devil, because the devil will show you what he had, pitchfork in hand. The devil was such a showboater, and Preacher was even worse.

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#28. She was brand new and he was death.

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#29. He was less than the dirt beneath those princess shoes. He'd always known it and still ... his c*ck turned to steel thinking of the smile she sent him. She was a torturer in a tiara.

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#30. Too far down that rabbit hole, wrapped in an unhealthy addiction,

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#31. She infested his mind, thoughts of worshipping her in dark ways, her laugh would be his reward, her screams his payment for a man worthy of being in her fucking presence and not dying of overexposure to all that goodness.

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#32. Emotional cutters cut where it caused the deepest wound.

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#33. Hawk's belly sunk hollow, black and empty, much like his chest that corroded desire into something nasty and wrong. Hawk paced until his knees creaked, glaring down at his phone like he could reach through and touch what he was forbidden to want.

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#34. His little bit of a thing was an addiction he shared with no one.

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#35. A narcissist, even in pretty packaging, was still a self-serving bastard, the pretty face might fool for a moment, but the ugly truth deep down comes as a bigger blow, the narcissist wants to remain in control by keeping you confused, anxious, scared and apologetic.

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#36. Her life was one giant clusterfuck of crazy, she was the epicenter, and no matter what she did to outrun her own personally designed hurricane there it was sweeping her off to Oz.

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#37. I am here for readers to see parts of themselves during my dark days, but also for a better way of living in my triumphs and gained wisdom.

Theia Mey

#38. Hope was a weak rebellion not meant for the likes of him.

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#39. It had been impossible to get away from her own darkness. Or so she thought.
Here she was basking in the light of a beautiful bad man.

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#40. Fear was a wicked monster clinging to every insecurity, whispering the harshest things.
And salvation could also be dirty.

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#41. Raw. Dirty. Scandalous and oh so delicious.

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#42. Hawk was on the dark side, walking a fine line when his body responded to just how he wanted to ruin the girl.

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#43. It's the narcissist's way of maintaining control of the twisted situation he conducted in his environment.
Narcissists thrive when attempting to make people crazy. It's called psychological warfare.

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#44. Hawk always smiled when he broke bones, he said he liked the sound they made, but who could hear a bone cracking when the recipient was too busy screaming his fucking head off.

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#45. His smile was sexual. Devious and tempting.

Not tonight, Satan.

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#46. I only tasted you once, Ruby, and already I want more. It shouldn't have stopped at one kiss. You should invite me in and I'll show you how much you'll love me putting you on your knees.

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#47. Don't you feel it, beautiful, when we touch, doesn't it shift something in you?

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#48. Any punishment was his catnip.
The evil fucker was a sadistic freak who preyed on the weak foraging out their flaws like a pig with truffles and flicking at them until they broke apart.

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#49. Dangerous when he wanted to invade her personal space like he had the right to without fucking regard for if she wanted him there.

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#50. Maybe he was the kind of man to leave the cap from the toothpaste. That was a deal breaker for all women. God forbid he had mommy issues.

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#51. There was some biblical irony in that somewhere only Mary Magdalene would understand hitting above her weight grade.

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#52. Dontcha mean you wanna get your eyes all over your girl, what's it been, an hour since ya seen her? Ah, can't beat young love, son. Enjoy it while it lasts, then they all turn into my old lady with the nagging. But..I still get a boner every time I see my Helen.

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#53. I'm not hung up on numbers, but I do like giving multiple orgasms.

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#54. He got the deviant joke loud and clear, the one about the biggest head case craving the taste of a psychiatrist. The little bit of a thing was smarter than most.

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