Don’t worry, due’ANE,” He murmured lowly....“Who’s Dewey Anne.” I asked him, voice gruff. He was so familiar, this Bracken, but so strange, naked next to me. I could touch him, I realized with wonder. I could run my hands from his flank to his shoulder, and he would welcome the touch because he was mine. You are.” He whispered, and I met his eyes. “It’s elfish, the feminine noun for ‘other equal half’. You are my other. My everything.”--Wounded (Bracken and Cory)

— Amy Lane

...every vertebra on his back was a prayer bead under my hands.

— Amy Lane

Green heard her voice, murmuring, and Adrian’s, murmuring back. Something inside of him made an actual glass-cracking noise—and before he could convince himself that it washes imagination, Bliss and three of the other nymphs danced through the hallway and into the living room.“We heard that.” Bliss said, sweetly.“Heard what?” He asked, genuinely surprised.“Heard your heartbreaking.” Said Grace.

— Amy Lane

Hammer does not think he will make it through this next winter. His breath comes short in his chest, and it takes much effort for him to get up and dressed. My body is still creaky and sound, but with every labor of his breath, I think that my heart will not endure. Enduring were Hammer’s gift, not mine, and I will not endure a life in which he does not laugh by my side and touch my hand, wish for the best things for me, and rejoice when I have them. My sturdy, blessed, Stoic Hammer—how can life be, without him?

— Amy Lane

Hammer", I finished lamely, as he waited patiently for my thoughts to find their voice, "we have got to find better words for the things we have in our hearts."" Words seem to be weak things," he murmured into my hair, and I could only hope our hearts would prove stronger.

— Amy Lane

He'd always known that shit rolled downhill, but he never knew tears did the same thing.

— Amy Lane

He leaned forward then and put his face in the crook of my neck, so he could smell the warmth rising from it. His nose touched my skin, just enough to make me shiver. When he spoke again, it was right next to my ear, and his voice was deep, and his breath moved the fine hairs on my ear, starting a vibration deep within my eardrum. “But that smell, right there,” He murmured, “That smell is all you. I love that smell too. I want to wear that smell on my skin and roll around in it. Furthermore, I want to live in that smell alone."--Wounded (Bracken to Cory)

— Amy Lane

He's MINE", I howled. "Mine! And I'm his! You knew this when you slunk into our bed. I told you at the beginning, and I thought you understood, well, you understand now, don't you?" He had the nerve to extend a placating hand to me, and I wished so violently for a weapon, I was not surprised to hear the clatter of a knife falling out of the cupboard. I turned my head to the side and spat instead. "I told you 'no', dammit. I told you I'd follow him to the ends of the fucking earth, and I will, and you thought that if you took him, you'd take the way I felt. Well, you can't! Hammer and me - we're twined together, like rose bushes or wrought iron, and you can't untangle us, and if you did, you'd have to break us! Don't you see what you've done? You tried to break Hammer! He's mine! My whole life, the only thing I ever wanted were him, and you tried to break him! And why? So you could have me? You don't care for me!

— Amy Lane

Honestly—who puts a hamburger next to diet tofu curry unless they’re trying to buy your soul?

— Amy Lane

Hope could betray you—but if you had no hope, life could actually surprise you in the best of ways.

— Amy Lane