Abigail Baker Quotes & Sayings

I kill people with my tattoo machine. — Abigail Baker

Death despises bartering. Yet this king of Death was the greatest barterer of us all. He bartered with our lives, dreams, hopes, and prayers - he used them to control us. And he would continue to so long as we allowed him. But today, if only for me, he would stop. He wouldn't win. — Abigail Baker

I noticed how Brent twitched when I lifted the hem of my tank top to bare my stomach and ribs. The reflex was not an effort to shy away from seeing my body, but from something more carnal in nature. I deduced this from the subtle flicker of red in his blue eyes. Even this Reaper, the most powerful Stygian I had met, next to Head Reaper Marin, couldn't mask his desire. — Abigail Baker

He gripped me so tightly our hips pressed together, forcing me onto my toes for balance. For several moments, we stared, exchanging nothing but blinks to brush away the rain. — Abigail Baker

Look at it this way, Teacup. Everyone debates the existence of the G-spot, but if a woman has ever had hers tickled, she knows it's no fairytale. The same is true for Scriveners. We have a happy spot, but we have to find it before we can use it. — Abigail Baker

The rebel in me never really had died. She just needed some time off and a reason to come back to work. — Abigail Baker

As someone who never followed rules, as someone who did everything she could to avoid them, I was done living by Marin's law. I needed Brent now. I would have him back. And soon. — Abigail Baker

I couldn't figure Brent out. Sort of like if Prince Charming saw Cinderella in sweats, pimply-faced, and covered in ice cream stains, and he still took her to the ball. What did he see in me that screamed "rebel"? — Abigail Baker

The thing was, love wasn't a bond of convenience. We couldn't help who we loved. We couldn't stop our hearts from beating for a particular person because they're on the other side of the world, or the other side of banishment. — Abigail Baker

I grew tense but hopeful when his eyes turned to my lips. I knew what that meant. Every woman did. However selfish and grossly out of place it was, I was okay with one kiss, more curious than frightened to discover what it is like to kiss a Reaper who could drain my life. Perhaps my motivation was to ridicule Fate by kissing the lips of Death himself. Or maybe I was cold, tired, and downright horny. — Abigail Baker