Rylie Coe Quotes & Sayings

A star wants to see himself rise to the top.
A leader wants to see those around him rise to the top. — Simon Sinek

Inhaler. Rylie crept around a tree, peering into the darkness. Maybe it was a deer or something. If that's you, Amber, you better hope I don't find you. I'll - I'll beat you — S.M. Reine

[Rylie:] I was thinking about that short you directed
The Pier. I wondered if you had a video or a reel of it somewhere.
[Finn:] You want to see my short. Why?
[Rylie:] Color me curious. — Jessica Lave

Here's to new beginnings, Stuart says and raises his bourbon. I nod, sort of wanting to tell him that all beginnings are new. — Kathryn Stockett

Were preparing to moor a visiting dirigible. With such fantastic zoom, she could see that there were OPA guards in black suits waiting to receive the airship. A lot of them. Whoever was on the dirigible must have been important. She focused on the airship. The sanctuary logo marked the side. Rylie Gresham was arriving for her meeting, just as Stark had said she would. The Godslayer was right there. She'd have all the answers that Deirdre wanted. "Having trouble?" the old tourist asked kindly. — S.M. Reine

[Karen:] Why would you want to be friends with him?
[Rylie:] He has good insight into the male psyche. Besides, he's fun to talk to.
[Karen:] He's fun to screw, too, that doesn't mean it's a good idea. — Jessica Lave

Humor, together with irony,forms a safeguard against idolatry. — Krister Stendahl

Rifle at Rylie. He stared at her down the barrel, meeting her reflective golden gaze. She was a beautiful wolf, much more slender than Jericho, and more — S.M. Reine

[Karen:] You need to watch more TV.
[Rylie:] My dear mother would roll over in her grave.
[Karen:] Your mother lives in Palm Beach.
[Rylie:] Potato, potahto. — Jessica Lave

He even dressed up for you. He only has one stain on his t-shirt.- Rylie Cruz — Rose Pressey

They were twin beasts in the night, swift and sleek and growling. With her body arched over the moonlight-soaked motorcycle, her thighs welded to metal and leather, Elise felt like she and the bike had become a single animal - another member of Rylie's pack, restricted only to where the wheels could take her. — S.M. Reine

1. The End of Summer The moon rose high in the sky. Rylie's veins pulsed with its power. It pressed against her bones, strained against her muscles, and fought to erupt from her flesh. A wolf's howl broke the silence of the night. It called to her, telling her to change. "No," she whimpered, digging fingernails into her shins hard enough to draw blood. "No." Rylie burned. The fire was going to consume her. The moon called her name, but it would be the end of her humanity if she obeyed it. She would never see her family again. She would never see her friends or graduate high school. Rylie might not die, but her life would be over. Yet if she didn't change, the boy she loved would die at the jaws of the one who changed her. Rylie had to lose him or lose her entire life. But was love worth becoming a monster? — S.M. Reine

Now I know a refuge never grows from a chin in a hand in a thoughtful pose gotta tend the earth if you want a rose. — Emily Saliers

Rylie didn't realize how afraid she'd been until it drained out and left her weak. Gwyn stopped — S.M. Reine

How does a culture that prizes equality of opportunity explain, or indeed accommodate, its persistently marginalized people? — Nancy Isenberg

[Rylie:] I can't marry someone just because I love them! How would that look? — Jessica Lave

Rylie," he said gently. "I love you. I've loved you since I understood what the word meant. I love who you are now, who you were then. And I'm gonna love you no matter what happens tomorrow, or next week, or next year. — J.B. Hartnett

I don't, but angels and demons colluded to wipe shapeshifters off the face of the Earth for a reason." Elise clenched her fists. "And Rylie would have wanted it like that. Any protests? — S.M. Reine

[Hannah:] Here is to Rylie Cates: May your pens never run out of ink, your computer never run out of power, and your brain never run out of brilliant ideas. — Jessica Lave