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I would have told a thousand lies to have him, and a thousand more to keep him

I have to rescue my girlfriend from a killer shit faery, and I've got no way to carry my magic sword.

I couldn't believe that lack of fear. It gave me vertigo, as though he was the edge of a cliff and I
couldn't bear the view.

but seeing as I ain't so flush right now, I'm afraid your quids'll have to come pro quo.

He was gorgeous yesterday, kneeling and burnished and kind of a fantasy. And he's still gorgeous this morning, rumpled and tired and real.

Love doesn't just go away when it becomes inconvenient.

I slam into him like a really short, skinny juggernaut showing serious commitment to getting into some guy's arse.

The Dream is the city, and if we find it's heart in the Dream, then we find it's heart in the world.

Bitter experience has taught me that you don't engage with intellectually superior wankers who make long speeches about moral relativism.

As ever, it was fifty percent fashion show, forty percent club, ten percent sex party, and one hundred percent annoying.

Here lies Kate Kane, killed in a foreplay accident. Beloved daughter. Sorely missed.

...he wails and protests and loves me even more. And I'm humbled and honoured and touched and so fucking happy he can find this thing in me to love.

But my mind has always been its own enemy.

I had no idea it would be like this. That having someone on their knees for you would make you so vulnerable.

This was another fossil of a joke. I couldn't remember where it'd come from, I had a horrible feeling it might have been me.

Please." Laurie's voice is this distant swirl of panic and fear, cracking a bit. "Please don't leave.

He did his thing, and I did mine. Mine involved standing there with a sword in a bin liner waiting for something to try and kill us. Nothing did.

What do I do?"
There was nothing but love in him as he told me, "You suffer for me.

Why, in all the vastness of the world, did a sparkly idiot from Essex make me feel alive?

This is the story of my life: standing on the edges of things and worrying, when I'm supposed to just walk through them.

And now he smiled at me. All teeth. The way only people who hadn't learned self-consciousness
knew how to smile.

So, lemme get this right. We're gonna make a go of it. You and me? Togevver? Even though I'm orange and you're mental?

Though I've honestly been hoping there comes a point in your life when you stop worrying about what your parents think.

The terrible powerlessness of being unable to do anything except wait for mercy you couldn't earn and didn't deserve.

Alfie sighed. "Let me guess, it's a bad thing now. Because of Tumblr or something.

I want to give him everything, and the things I can't give, I want him to take.

Marlboro Lights, he sighed. Barely a peck on the cheek of destruction.
I'm commitment phobic.

I fended them off as best I could while trying to shield my eyes but, tragically, I'd left my flamethrower in my other suit.

I don't need you to take care of me."

"No, you need a kick up the arse.

All these still places in his soul that he disturbs for me. When

I'm starting to think you should always push your luck. No, you can deal with. Don't know is the most frightening thing of all.

Oh...I cant. I cant dance."
"What, not at all? Not even when you hear ABBA?"
"I do my very best not to hear ABBA.

My cock actually sort of staggers like a punch-drunk boxer who doesn't know when to stay down.

You smell of shadows and dreams. And dead things.

He nuzzled under my chin like an overly enthusiastic, slightly amorous cat.

That's sort of what love is, I guess. A perpetual state of semideranged partiality.

Whatever magnet drew us once was broken now. It had left me simply spinning, a compass without a lodestone.

These were the rosary beads of my submission. Though my only god was love.

He wasn't here to satisfy my idle curiosities. And it held its own fascinations: a man who talked like an innocent and fucked like a sybarite.

In daylight and up close, he was merciless, all smiles and freckles, the brightest, boldest flame a moth could wish for.

Let me down right now, you impotent angst puppy.

He grinned, teeth and dimples and freckles moving like dust in a ray of sunlight. "Ayup, petal."

Oh

I put my head in my hands. "Oh, I don't know anymore. I don't know where love ends and habit begins."

"Who does?

He kept making me feel things in ruined places.

Clearly when you're immortal, life is no longer too short to stuff a mushroom.

Knowing the lesson was one fucking thing. Learning it another.

A homosexual is for life, not just for Christmas.

Pain was simply an inevitability of living, and I had to learn how to trust him with his own, as I trusted him with mine.

There's risk inherent in most things that matter.

Sometimes I think that's all love is. Understanding, smoothing away your strangeness. Making you part of the world, not separate from it.

It's ironic, since they're supposed to be immortal, but vampires are kind of like small businesses: half of them go down within their first year

Oh, you fuckguzzling shitweasel.

The smart thing to do was quit while I was ahead, but I wasn't really ahead and I've never been a quitter

And when he kisses me it feels a bit like fear and tastes a bit like tears, but it's as bright and sweet as sherbet, and I decide to call it joy.

You don't really fall in love with a house. You fall in love with the life you could have in it.

Oh, why did I care? Who was here to judge us, except me?

How can you miss something you've never really had?

But I suppose it comes down to whether you think dominance and submission are about acts or about people.
Laurie, For Real

He smiled. "Yeah. Reckon you could read the phone book and make it dirty.

Life is so full of rough edges - small tasks and expectations that scratch you bloody and remind you that you're naked and alone.

Love me, love the onesie.

It's not what you do, it's what it means.

I needed him to stop looking at me like that. It was casual. The way he'd ook at anyone, I was sure. But it made me feel so very there.

That's so sexy," said Julian dryly. "Hamster cheeks totally do it for me.

Note to self: never cockblock demons or werewolves.

Are we going to kick arse and take names, Miss Kane?" "I was thinking we'd maybe just ask them some questions. Politely.

Kink crowds are the same the world over. The good ones are already taken, the hot ones only talk to each other, and everyone else is desperate.

one of the less well-advertised secrets of group sex was how often it came down to logistics.

So what else you into, then? I mean except reading and writing, talking like the Queen, and dressing like my granddad?

Yes, it's amazing how little use you get out of a lemon zester on an all-blood diet.

You smell of cheap cigarettes and dirty sex.

You're late," said Death. "Something came up.

But that was the strange comfort of long-standing friendship - ribbons of familiarity and old love woven through your life.

The future is terrifying because it's full of stuff, not because it's empty.

I don't know. I don't know what I'm supposed to be. Or how I find out.

We are all the playground of angels and demons.

Around us the city glittered in shades of orange and silver, like a paste jewel in a tinfoil crown.

When my own happiness was a mystery to me, what hope did I have of being instrumental in someone else's?

When you say together . . ."
"It'll help if I'm close to you physically."
"I bet you say that to all the girls.

I don't have many friends, but I think you're one of them. And friends don't send friends to get their souls sucked out.

Note to self: never cockblock a sex demon.

This is a thing he can do. He can make himself into a gift. And what it makes me feel is humble. The

I had only questions, uncertainties, and shame. A kiss that was not a kiss from a man who was not a man.

Beneath his hands, my skin is so light and tight I half imagine I'm transparent. I'm glass for him, all the way to my blood-red, shining heart.

It's d-d-dishonourable to peek at someone else's cards."

"Cribbage is cutthroat.

I reckon they'd taste of stars.

What use to the sane, after all, are the words of the mad?

All sense, all judgement, overthrown by a h-dropping, glottal-stopping glitter pirate, and I didn't have to care.

My dominant (no pun intended) discourse seems to be needy as fuck.