Muse To Stefan Quotes & Sayings

I sat across the table from him and watched as he popped open the lid. "I gather you like ice cream?" An eyebrow twitched comically. "Snow demon." He shrugged. — Pippa DaCosta

Trees allow their old leaves to fall so they can then blossom. — Renee Rentmeester

Only a few hairline fractures around his eyes and lips spoke of the torment he'd been through. I wanted to smooth those lines away, and wished it was that easy to erase the scars of our past." ~ Muse, Drowning In The Dark #4 The Veil Series. — Pippa DaCosta

I shook my head. Akil was right about one thing. Stefan would never understand. He spent his life killing demons. He had it simple. I'd spent my life among them. I might despise the majority of them, but I knew them. They were family. Twisted, bitter, dangerous, slippery, back-stabbing, but family all the same. — Pippa DaCosta

They believed him out of control. What they didn't know - what nobody but me knew - was that he'd never been more in control. He knew exactly what he was doing. He was free. — Pippa DaCosta

If no-eye contact sex were a sport, I'm not saying I'd make it to the Olympics, but I like my chances. — Dov Davidoff

Speaking Akil's name around Stefan felt like throwing gasoline on a bushfire." ~ Muse — Pippa DaCosta

Next time I'm taking down hellhounds for you, I'll remember to tone down the pretty. — Pippa DaCosta

September fattens on vines. Roses flake from the wall. The smoke of harmless fires drifts to my eyes. This is plenty. This is more than enough. — Geoffrey Hill

I've fallen in love with the classical world of imagery, and what I'd like to do now over the last bit of my life is to photograph some nudes. — Don McCullin

It occurred to me that my cheek was probably right over his tattoo. Without thinking, I lifted my face and tugged at the neckline of his T-shirt. This time, the stark black-and-gold mark wasn't hidden. No need for that spell anymore, I guess. Still, I covered it with my palm. Archer's hands clutched reflexively on my waist. Our eyes met. "It doesn't burn this time," I whispered.
His breathing was ragged. "Beg to differ, Mercer. — Rachel Hawkins

I spotted a can in the corner whose red label read SADNESS. Was there so much of it they could can it and sell it? A bolt of pain went through my intestines before I realized that it was not SADNESS but SARDINES. — Aleksandar Hemon